whattingawhat: (slayer)
Talk about a situation in your muse's life and their motivations for having done what they did that was in line with their personal beliefs. Even if the beliefs are controversial or out of the ordinary, or if the character had suspicions, guilt or regrets, talk about it. If they have no such inclinations toward such sentiments, explore those.

I took a scythe and with it I changed the whole world but more importantly I changed the lives of thousands of girls. I changed a prophecy and a line and the way good fights evil. I told a bunch of misogynistic old men where they could shove it and kicked the first slayers ass but I knew when I put that scythe in Willow’s hands and told her what I wanted to do with it that there would be consequences. I knew I was sentencing girls to lives that would never be normal and early deaths that would come too late. I knew and yet I couldn’t twist my mind around another way. I was working on little or no time and I had one goal in mind. Save the world. I could fix what I broke after that.

Turns out I couldn’t. Well…Willow probably could have but that wasn’t the point. You can’t give someone that kind of power and then take it away. I don’t know all the slayers and I’ll probably never get to meet all of them but Giles has a book (yes it’s a book, Willow keeps the computer database) with every slayer’s name in it. We don’t find out about every death. I wish we did but when we do, it feels a little like I’m dying all over again. I know that because of me, a girl is dead. I know that without me, she probably would have lived to be a little old woman. I feel guilty for every boyfriend that doesn’t stay and every ‘normal’ life event that doesn’t take place. It piles on my shoulders and they will never know how much it hurts. . I still support what I did and I’d do it all over again because it worked. Because hey look…world didn’t end.
whattingawhat: (slayer)
Write about a first time, either your own or someone else's.

Locked from everyone who doesn't know about slay girl


I missed the heart the first time. No not that first time, pervs. I refuse to talk about that. The first time I slayed a vampire. I missed the heart. It’s harder than you think. Relatively the heart is a pretty small target; kinda fist sized. You can’t take aim from a distance and no matter how politely you ask, they’re not going to stand still so you can shove a pointy piece of wood through their chest and into their heart. And that’s another thing, yes I’m all super strength having and even then I could break a lock with one good hard twist but it takes a lot of focused strength to shove a piece of wood through the chest plate of a vampire. We’re not talking human. They’re more durable; their chest plate is heavier, denser and harder to pierce. And you’ve gotta get the point of the stake at least two inches into the chest plate and puncture the heart with the stake. Tapping it won’t do the job. I was a mess the first time I staked a vamp. I was out there in this ridiculous poofy, neon pink coat. My hair…oh man that was an early nineties nightmare in itself. Way too long, way too little girl and I looked like someone’s baby. Which I guess I was. Right up until that night. I made so many mistakes and I sure didn’t look like the girl I am now. I haven’t missed the heart in years and I can stake them and move on like I was born to do this, which I kinda was but I didn’t start out that way. I was your typical shallow, valley girl, bubble-gum princess. It wasn’t surprising that I missed the heart the first time.

Maybe all first times are just awkward. No matter what they apply to.

And no, that is not a commentary on my sex life. I told you I’m not talking about that.
whattingawhat: (vulnerable)
[Locked from everyone who doesn't know about the slayer thing]

Character Dossier



A. What do you actively work to gain or keep or protect - not merely say is important, but actually invest time and emotion in - money, fame, family, love, country, revenge, etc.?

BUFFY: You try and hurt her, and you know I'll stop you.
GILES: I know.
BUFFY: This is how many apocalypses for us now?
GILES: Oh, uh, well…six, at least. Feels like a hundred.
BUFFY: I've always stopped them. Always won.
GILES: Yes.
BUFFY: I sacrificed Angel to save the world.
BUFFY: I loved him so much. But I knew ... what was right. I don't have that any more. I don't understand. I don't know how to live in this world if these are the choices. If everything just gets stripped away. I don't see the point. I just wish that... I just wish my mom was here. BUFFY: The spirit guide told me ... that death is my gift. Guess that means a Slayer really is just a killer after all.
GILES: I think you're wrong about that.
BUFFY: It doesn't matter. If Dawn dies, I'm done with it. I'm quitting.


She’s got time right now, time to bide and brood. She’s supposed to be planning, psyching herself up to save the world, stop the apocalypse but all she can think about doing is saving Dawn. It’s the biggest fight of her life and she’s composed, calm and ready for battle. There are no butterflies, no doubts and no what if’s. Buffy knows exactly how this is going to go. She doesn’t have a plan B because there is only plan A. Save Dawn, the rest is gravy. She’s sacrificed Angel and she’s lost her Mom but Buffy isn’t going to lose her sister. It might sound ridiculous after everything she has lost to say this is where she draws the line but it is none the less true. She was young once, naïve and she believed that if she did the ‘right’ thing and she sacrificed enough then one day she’d catch a break. The world at large would let her hold onto the things she loved. But three years later she’s only lost more and she’s not that little girl anymore. Slayers and heroes don’t get to keep the things they love. They give and they give and they give until there is nothing left. She’s got one thing she’s holding onto and they

Will

Not

Take

That

Away.

Not this, not now. Not Dawn. She knows Giles thinks that she is betraying her duty. He’s all but said she is wrong but she also knows that he won’t stop her. He can’t because this time she’s willing to hurt anyone and everyone that gets in her way. Death is her gift and that makes her a killer. If pushed, she’ll do what killers do. Giles knows that she’s no longer ‘his slayer’. She belongs to her and she’s loyal to nothing and no one except those things that she chooses. Every other time, it’s been the world. This time, she’s pulling the selfish card.

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