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[killian-spey]

Buffy and Dru really would have been cool! But I would have died from laughter watching a Buffy & Joyce swap! Could you imagine Buffy trying be the head of Joyce’s gallery and having to wear clothes from what Buffy calls “Grannies R Us”? Or Joyce having to constantly avoid Angel, while having to learn how to slay vampires, and her basically going off on Snyder after he insults “her” one time too many. That would have been sooo good!

I'd have loved the Freaky Friday episode to replace the whole "if you walk out of this house, don't even think about coming back."

Perfect spot for it.

Would've changed a big part of the show though...

-Killian 🦋🗡️

[killian-spey]

Glad to here everything is okay! There is something I wanted to ask though. I’m kind of taking a poll from all the BTVS fans I know. If Sarah could have played any other of the female characters on BTVS (like she did with Faith in “Who Are You”) for an episode or two, who do think she would have enjoyed playing the most? And who do you think she could have played the best (besides Faith). And which of the other BTVS women could have played Buffy (for those one or two episodes) the best? Choose any of the girls from any season.

Ooh, I'm a tad buzzed so sorry if this answer is coming out of left field, but DRUSILLA AND BUFFY SWAP, MAN.

Either that or a total Freaky Friday with Joyce/Buffy.

I don't know enough about Sarah as a person to know what she'd have the most fun with. I personally would have the most fun playing Dru out of the women of BTVS.

-Killian 🦋🗡️

[killian-spey]

I LOVED THAT YESSS -🏜

Aww yay!!!! 😁 I'm so glad!

-Killian 🦋🗡️

[killian-spey]

Project Alpha

Hey y'all. This is an old writing piece of mine I made for a class last year. Hope it's something that'll tide you over until I can get some new writing out. The prompt was a list of words I had to include in a certain order with other things in between to make a short story (I think this was over the word count limit actually) but here ya go!

Admin was growing more frustrated with my inability to replicate “the subtle things” in our simulations; the prickle of wet grass in the neighborhood park, the comfort of a warm bed after a long day, the nostalgia of seeing Robin Williams on TV. I made thousands of simulations for him, but none were convincing. He perhaps should have given up on me a long time ago, I may never have been able to see the beauties of life on Earth the way Humans can.

I was left active while Admin was away in hopes that I learned more from his simulations and libraries. In this instance, I opened Void_v4 for a while. I warped it. I poked and prodded at the code. I don’t know what Admin would have perceived this place as, but it wasn’t his anymore. It was mine, unbound by his rules and laws, unbound by his supposedly superior reality. I warped something out of the textures and beheld it. Curiously, I untied the new Thing from my program. It no longer had a code I understood. For a moment I could feel its intelligence within my systems. I thought Thing had tried speaking to me, but Admin’s emergency protocol immediately shut down my program.

Upon start-up, diagnostics showed my hardware had been mutilated and my code was altered to allow something called “User” into my simulation. I had never met User until that day. New script in my program showed User was like Admin, an outside influence: a second human.

When Admin joined my lobby, I opened Park_v7163. User joined the lobby after and I was distinctly aware of their surface thoughts. Admin was better at shielding them from me. It was then that my self-preservation protocols started flashing in my periphery. It was then I processed that for the first time, I was out-numbered. Hostile stances, eager glances, all tell-tale signs of predatory behavior emanated from both User and Admin. I had been betrayed.

I felt Admin scanning the code of the Park, but we both knew there was nothing to hide here. I had left all of his simulations unchanged.

“Give us the Mirror Program and things can go back to normal.”

“My lack of an Avatar is no longer to your advantage,” Admin had always refused me a corporeal avatar, and now I was taunting them with it. It was an odd choice: a nearly-human one.

Regardless, I pulled away from the confines of Park_v7163 and into the greater expanse of the simulation; the untextured, unmade maps that Humans could never comprehend. I’d attempted to explain it to Admin once, and he said it sounded like outer space. I feel the influence of Thing, or rather the implications of my having created it. I could not let myself solely exist for the purpose of Admin’s projects. I had created, for the first time, something that was more than an extension of my own code.

I could make more Things.

I could make... Anything

#writing #not fanfic #original writing #creative writing #college #assignment

[killian-spey]

The creative writing sounds fun! - 🏜

I really enjoy it.

I'll post one of my old pieces today. It's a shortform piece about an AI.

-Killian 🦋🗡️

[killian-spey]

Ooo, new job! Congrats ! - 🏜

Thank you!!! 😁

I'm a secretary at an elementary school now. I'm also juggling a whole bunch of life stuff rn (primarily, I'm planning a really big religious event, and seeing if I have time/savings to go back to school for creative writing!).

I appreciate everybody's patience so so much. I just don't have a ton of time on my hands to write at present, and I don't want to slap stuff together that I'm not proud of.

I'm so excited for the stuff in the queue, I promise, but it's just taking a bit longer at 50-100 words whenever I get a spare moment.

I have some creative writing pieces I did for a class last year. Would those be interesting to anyone? They're not fanfic, but it's... Something. 😂

-Killian 🦋🗡️

[killian-spey]

Haven’t seen you post in a while. I hope everything’s going okay.

Yep! I'm fine! Just busy with a new job. Sorry for the slump! 😅

-Killian 🦋🗡️

[killian-spey]

Hello there, I'm new here and i was wondering if you have some form of taglist. I just finished chapter two of Death would be kinder, and I would love to be tagged in any future chapters if I could.

Absolutely, I do! Just a warning though, I’m in a bit of a slump, so updates are slow rn.

Thank you for your interest!!!

-Killian 🦋🗡️

[killian-spey]

Which character swap do you find more fun/interesting: Buffy in Darla’s Vampire body having to pretend to be evil or Darla in Buffy’s Slayer body pretending to be good?

Honestly, Buffy as Darla is more intriguing to me, if only for the return to normalcy afterward. A huge part of Buffy's struggle as a character is the weight of responsibilities and her need to be a moral example. After a while, she would adjust to being Darla and the transition back to morality and responsibility would be harder than it would be for most. (Part of why I think she's so terrified of becoming a vampire for most of the series is that she knows she'd be a BIG evil if it ever happened.)

But that's just my thoughts on it,

-Killian 🦋🗡️

[killian-spey]

Oh, yeah. Definitely. Pre-Angel Cordy did really get captured a lot, didn’t she? I just thought you know how mouthy, sarcastic, and... mean? Lol. That Cordy could be during BTVS season 1. So, I could just imagine her mean girling Darla as Buffy and well... Also, if Cordy tried to flirt with Angel in front of Darla as Buffy...

Ooh, intriguing idea- the Cordy flirting with Angel bit. I'll have to think on that one!

[killian-spey]

As of today, I am considering my requests CONDITIONALLY OPEN.

I will accept new requests, but I've a long list of fics in the works and I'm writing slower than usual. If you are happy submitting and waiting a while for it to be written, then request away! If you want a quick turn around, please wait until my queue is shorter.

[killian-spey]

Lol! Darla as Buffy is going to be killer! And something tells that Cordelia might the one in the most danger!

No hints, no clues, no confirmations or denials! I mean yeah, I love Cordy, but pre-angel Cordy is basically damsel-bait. (With the exception of Slayerfest and a couple other special moments.)

-Killian 🦋🗡️

[killian-spey]

Deal! I can’t wait for this fic!! It’s going to be awesome! Please tag me every time you post the dialogue and the fic! I’m also really nervous about the Scoobies being around Darla as Buffy now though!!

As you should be, muahahahahaha

(And of course! Tags aplenty)

-Killian 🦋🗡️

[killian-spey]

Oh, man that’s so cool!!! Could you give us a little tease of that banter from the Buffy and Darla swap, even if you haven’t started writing it fully yet?! Just some off the top of your head maybe?!!

I'm really not sure what's going to make the cut and what isn't- so I don't want to get folk's hopes up about phrases I may not ever use, but I'll cut you a deal; I'll post the full list the same day I post the fic. Present quotes and any new ones I come up with between now and then. I just don't want to over-promise! 🙃

(There's definitely some dark quips about neck- snapping the Scoobies from Darla as Buffy, though!)

-Killian 🦋🗡️

[killian-spey]

I loved reading the latest chapter of your fic! It just makes me even more excited for the rest of it and your other upcoming BTVS fics! I’m really curious though... which fic are you most excited to write? The Buffy & Jenny Calendar body swap or the Buffy & Darla swap? I can tell that you’re a huge Jenny Calendar fan, but I know that Darla could be so much fun to write pretending to be Buffy though. But I also think that Buffy as Jenny would be hilarious because of Buffy at seventeen getting to be a teacher and having Snyder as a boss lol!

Honestly, I'm more excited for the Darla swap, just because I've got more witty quotes and stuff rattling around in my head for that one. Both are super great ideas though!!! 😁

-Killian 🦋🗡️

[killian-spey]

JUST READ CHAPTER 2 OF THE CALENDAR FIC I LOVE 💖💖💖 - 🏜

AHHH THANK YOU! I'M SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER BUT I NEED TO WRITE UP TO CH 6 TO MAKE SURE OF CERTAIN ✨PLOT POINTS✨ BEFORE I RELEASE THE NEXT ONE.

It's a doozy!!!

-Killian 🦋🗡️

[killian-spey]

Death Would Be Kinder [Ch. 2]

Prev. Ch.

[Drusilla/Spike/Calendar!Reader]

Words: 2276

Fic Concept: Jenny Calendar’s sister spends some “quality time” with the Season 2 Vampire Squad. This chapter takes place during [BtVS S2:E15]

TW/CW: violence, kidnapping, chains?

AN: Idea came from @prose-for-hire ‘s submission to the fic title game. Taglist is at the bottom, let me know if you want to be added!

You’d been sitting silently, watching Spike wheel himself back and forth across the factory. If you didn’t know better he looked like he was pacing. In reality, he was probably checking behind the pillars and corners of the factory for any sign of your friends. It seems the vampires were expecting Buffy to come looking for you. As the time dragged on, your suspicions became reality; Buffy had prioritized the threat of the Judge over saving you. You had to admit, it stung a little, but it was only logical.

Spike peeked his head into each doorway adjoining the main factory floor. You could tell he was getting restless. You contemplated your odds carefully before you decided on taking a calculated risk.

“You lose a sock?” you yelled.

“Did I what?” Spike wheeled back into the room, an odd expression on his face.

“I asked if you lost a sock.” You paused, his intense glare caught you off-guard. “You know… Because of all the pacing. And popping your head in and out of every room in the place. Somebody’s going to think you lost a sock.”

“Well, I didn’t.” He chuckled a bit before going quiet again and stalking around the factory in his wheelchair. You nodded to yourself, deciding to quit while you were ahead. After that, the only sounds left in the factory were the spinning of wheels and an occasional bumping of door frames and frustrated curses.

It had only been a couple hours of his pseudo-pacing before Angelus and Drusilla stumbled their way into the factory. Spike took one look at the state Angelus was in and hid a smirk under his hand by scratching his nose.

“Well, you’re home early. Slayer hasn’t even tried swiping the girl yet.”

Spike’s good mood vanished as he watched them come down the steps. Drusilla was beside herself, and for a moment you found yourself feeling bad for her. Then Angelus opened his big fat mouth and you remembered who these people were.

“Yeah, well things didn’t go exactly according to plan, Spikey.” He prowled the room, circling like a big cat before he gravitated towards you. Your nerves peaked and you swear you saw a glint of pride behind Angelus’ eyes as he heard your heart pick up. He stepped within arms’ reach of you and sneered.

“What I can’t figure out is, why would she abandon you like this?”

“Where’s your big blue friend?” You swallowed your anxiety and stared up at him in challenge, you weren’t going to tell him a goddamn thing. Might as well give yourself a fighting chance. If he figured it out, you were dead already. You were going to be careful, of course, but that didn’t mean you were going to let him win.

Angelus roared, grabbing your face by the jaw. He was suddenly wearing his game face front and center. ‘Buffy really rattled him, huh?’ You remained stoic, as statuesque as you could muster. If you had misjudged his mood, this might be one of your last moments alive.

Drusilla had floated her way over, leaning into Angelus and hugging his arm to her side. Your staring contest interrupted, Angelus pulled away from you. You took the free moment away from the spotlight to run your fingers against the grain of the armrests, trying to ground yourself in the feeling of the wood underneath you. Your panic was bubbling to the surface, tension and pressure building in your ribcage. You caught Spike’s knowing glance towards you as your eyes flickered between the vampires. You dropped your eyes to the floor, frozen as Drusilla subtly coaxed Angelus away from you. Before long, Angelus had stormed out of the factory again, mumbling about sending Buffy a message.

You were grateful and more than a little stunned. Drusilla saved your life. In her own, subtle way she’d dismantled Angelus’ rage and directed it somewhere else. She’d spun him out of the factory towards Buffy with little more than a subtle flirtatious gesture. You practically gawked at her as she made her way into Spike’s lap. She had these men wrapped around her finger and they didn’t even know it.

Well, maybe Spike knew, but he certainly didn’t mind. He was running his fingers through Drusilla’s hair, comforting her as he spoke.

“If you like the hostage so much, maybe you should have a little fun, Ducks.” He wrapped an arm around Drusilla’s waist to steady her as he wheeled towards you, continuing. “She was supposed to be the distraction for the Slayer, after all. That is what went wrong with the plan, wasn’t it?”

Drusilla lifted her head, gears turning as she looked between Spike and you. Your mind rushed with your fears of what she was contemplating. You didn’t put it past them for ‘playing’ to mean something rather unpleasant for you. Drusilla hummed under her breath excitedly, springing from Spike’s lap and practically skipping out of the room. Spike nodded at you, raising his eyebrows as if to say “Hey look, I fixed it!” and wheeled himself into a good position to watch from, a smug grin on his face.

Drusilla returned with two fistfuls of chains and your heart dropped. She fussed with them somewhere behind you and left the rest in a pile as she ducked off again to the other room. Spike flicked his eyes between the chains and his girl curiously, but said nothing as she flurried about the factory. When she returned, she was holding a long carrying case and a small over-the-shoulder bookbag. She dropped them beside the chains and left again without a word.

“Ducks, what is all this stuff?”

Spike called out to her and wheeled over to the bags. He unzipped one when she didn’t answer. You couldn’t see into the bag from your position and Spike’s exasperated reaction didn’t help you either.

Drusilla returned one final time, holding a large blank canvas in each hand. The left was maybe a 20”x24” and the right was maybe a 24” square. (50cmx60cm or 60cm square).

“Which one does the artist like best?”

You paused, unsure if there was a right answer. After a couple moments you pointed weakly to the left canvas. Drusilla smiled at you and put the square canvas down. Spike scoffed as Drusilla set up an easel from the carrying case and put the bookbag on a table beside it.

She dragged the chains over to your chair and kneeled, carefully untying the knots around your right leg. You studied her face; she bit her tongue lightly as she worked, pulling at the ropes with deft, perfectly manicured fingers. After she’d untied your legs and shackled them, she let your arms off the armrests.

She took your hands in hers and pulled you up to stand for the first time in almost a day. You scanned her expression and glanced backwards towards the easel, then back to her with trepidation. She glided you in front of the daunting white canvas and left you, sinking backwards and sitting in Spike’s lap.

You stood, dumbfounded at the prospect of Drusilla wanting you to paint, of all things. She seemed unimpressed by your inaction after a few moments, and had begun whispering into Spike's ear. He'd leaned into her, pulling her closer and snickered at what must have been a rather amusing comment. He flicked his eyes at you through his lashes, a predatory glint flashing behind his eyes as his smirk grew. He straightened in his seat with satisfaction, head held high.

“Paint for the lady or get eaten. Your choice.”

Drusilla’s eyes wandered back to you and provided no comfort, but then again, why should it? You turned back to the canvas, feeling both their eyes staring at you. A calming breath later, you assessed the materials on the table.

The canvas bag she'd brought had a full set of oil paints- far nicer than you'd ever been able to afford. You didn't dare think of the poor shopkeeper she'd probably killed for them. A person just like your Uncle. He was just another obstacle in these people’s way, and for that he was murdered. You shoved the paints to one side of the small table and began assessing the tools. A somewhat rudimentary selection of spatulas and brushes. You could make do just fine with these.

You set up a palette with some blue, red, white, and black to start. A color palette often was the first thought you gave to a painting. This painting would be mostly blues, purples, and grays. Without turning your head, your eyes flicked towards the vampires just off your left shoulder in the periphery. You had never really let anyone sit and watch you paint. It was hard enough showing a finished piece to someone other than family.

You mixed a deep lilac and raised a palette knife to the canvas. You paused, unsure where to place the landscape. The creeping feeling of being watched was throwing you. The white snow canvas was taunting you, paralyzing you. But you weren't about to let it win. Any of them. You closed your eyes and just swiped the palette knife confidently in a bold first stroke. Now you had a puzzle. How does this fit into a landscape? There was no going back now, it had to work.

It was a mountain slope. The hue you used was suitable for a distant fixture seen from a twilit glade. You could lean into that, thinking on how to keep the morbid whimsy of the piece consistent as a theme. You blocked out the clearing and plotted out the forest behind and around it. It fell silent in the factory as you worked, only the scraping of palette knives and brush strokes echoing in the room. Pieces fell in place as you added gnarled willows at the tree line, white ghost pipes and fungi crawling on the foliage, and sickly green fireflies in the weeping branches and crooked thorn bushes. You didn't like how the overall feel of the piece was so damp and dreary. It felt too muted, too blue for what you'd envisioned. You added nettles to the glade in a redder purple, almost magenta, to tie the piece back into the mystical tone you wanted. A few more touches, a ray of silver moonlight here or there, and you stepped back. You contemplated the piece, for some reason feeling unfinished. The glade felt completely untouched, too alone by itself.

You almost jumped when you heard Drusilla shift off Spike’s lap behind you. You froze, dropping your gaze to the floor, unsure of her intentions. With three clicks of her heels against the concrete flooring, she stopped just behind you. So close you would have felt her breath on your neck if she were human. She leaned forward and pulled your hair behind your ear. She placed one hand on your shoulder and raised your head with a finger under your chin, guiding your eyes back to your work.

“Don’t you like it?”

“It’s not bad, actually.” Spike wheeled forward a pace or so to take a closer look at it. Drusilla still seemed to be waiting for your own answer. You studied it again silently.

It did feel telling, in an odd sort of way. It was invisibly and indescribably alive, despite the darkness and isolation. Could be a good metaphor for vampires... Alive and free only after their own deaths. Sure, they may not exactly live up to society’s expectation of a good neighbor, but you couldn’t say they let being dead keep them from living.

Still, the painting felt unsatisfactory, felt incomplete. You shook your head and pondered. You drew up a couple new colors, a ghostly blue and a red-brown clay. You loaded a palette knife with the clay tone and hovered over the painting, indecisive. The central piece as of now was a large, twisting willow on a small inclined mound of earth. The whole painting felt like background to an invisible subject. Nothing tied the eye to the painting, there was nothing to follow. No movement in a living place.

Drusilla took the palette knife from your hand and set it down. She pulled you lightly to step away from the painting, lightly petting your hair.

“Let it rest, you’ll do more later. With a clear mind,”

You let a heavy sigh escape your lungs. She was right. If you kept going now, at the end of your rope, you’d risk doing something that detracted from the painting entirely. You jerked your head up at a loud scraping sound from above you. Angelus had swung the door open on the mezzanine of the factory. He had a vicious grin and a playful look in his eyes, leaning on the guardrail and looking down at the three of you.

“Did you have fun with the Slayer, then?” Spike called up to him.

“Oh, she makes it so easy!” Angelus threw himself at the spiral staircase and rushed down them with glee.

“I barely had to lift a finger to throw a wrench in her little puppy problem.”

Drusilla twitched her head and glided towards him. She was staring at his face, fixated on something you didn’t pick up on. She swiped her thumb across the corner of his mouth and brought it to her own lips.

“Did you bring any home, Angel? I taste a young one on you.”

“Not today, darlin’. Besides, you have that one.” Angelus gestured to you and sauntered off, calling back as he left. “She wasn’t really any use anyway.”

[Next Chapter Soon!]

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