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chasingmidnights · 2 years
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Running Out of Time
Title: Running Out of Time 
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Summary: You should’ve listened, you know that now. But you were so hell bent on revenge that nobody could get through to you. Not your friends. Not your watcher. Not your… you were about to say family but they’re dead now. Maybe if you hadn’t been so blinded by rage you would’ve seen that it was a trap. Now, you just have to get out of here before you run out of air. 
Warnings: being buried alive; mentions of familiar death/murder; angst; possible suffocation; minor injuries; mentions of being unconscious; mentions of blood; 
Word Count: 1,119
You jolted awake, gasping for air as you do. Your head hits something hard and solid. Ow, that hurt, you thought to yourself as you groaned. Ever since you opened your eyes, you’ve been surrounded by complete darkness. You try to shift around but quickly find out that there’s not much room to do so. You take in a deep breath to try to calm your breathing when you catch a distinctive smell. What was that smell? It was a familiar smell but for some reason you couldn’t place it. You need to figure out where you are, so to get any kind of idea, you lightly pound on the thing you hit your head on. Okay, that was a mistake. Dirt began to trickle into the small space that you were trapped in. That’s what that smell is, it’s dirt. 
Shit, this was not good. Why didn’t you just listen to everyone? Maybe then you wouldn’t have gotten yourself into this predicament. How could you be so stupid? And that’s stupid with two Os. I mean come on, you were the freaking slayer for god’s sake! You should’ve used your training to sense that it was all a trap. Maybe if you hadn’t been so hell bent on revenge that you would’ve seen this coming, but that wasn’t the case. Now, because of your stupidity, you were buried in some god forsaken, makeshift coffin and at least under six feet of dirt. You let out a huff of air, to say you were extremely disappointed in yourself would be understandment. You don’t know why but you shift around in your grave, looking for a way out. You roll your eyes at yourself considering how pointless that was. You needed to figure out a way to escape before you ran out of air. 
You take in a few deep breaths as you try to find your center. You were getting out of this, alive. No way in HELL were those demons taking you out like this. ABSOLUTELY NO WAY! Thud. Ow, that hurt. You try to shake the pain away by shaking your hand. You sputter as dirt shakes into your coffin and lands on your face. Thud. Thud. Thud. You were determined now more than ever to get out of here, this wasn’t going to be how you died. You would be a disappointment to all past slayers and any future ones if you did die like this. You kept striking the lid of the coffin with your hand by first lining it up with your chest and with a deep breath, you used all of your strength and thrusted your hand forward, balling it into a fist before striking the wood. To say that your hand ached was one hell of an understatement. You didn’t have to see your knuckles to know how bloody and splintered they were getting from the impact they made with the wood of the coffin. You had to take a break though as a coughing fit consumed you for breathing in so much dirt into your lungs. Once you were settled, you took a brief moment to yourself before you continued. You did your best to ignore the taste of dirt on your tongue, it was bad enough that you were breathing it into your lungs. But with each impact your knuckles made with the wood, more and more dirt kept falling into your grave. 
Crack! You pause your next strike against the wood as you hear the wood beginning to crack. Was it finally splintering? Since you couldn’t see a single thing, you use your hands to investigate. Yes, finally! You were finally making some progress. You ignored the pile of dirt that landed on your stomach, you couldn’t let those kinds of thoughts run rampant in your head. But you could tell that you need to move faster considering how thick the air was becoming, almost making you dizzy. You took in a deep breath, the dry dirt air burning your lungs as you did so. 
After a while, you were finally able to pry apart the rough, wooden boards above you. Good, your knuckles needed a break. Dirt quickly began to spill into the coffin the more you pulled apart the boards. You were almost there, just a little further. You grunted as you pulled back the final board, dirt gushing in as the board snapped in half. You set the board next to you as dirt continued to spill into the small space and on top of you. It was almost like an hourglass filling up when you flipped it over to fill up the bottom portion of the glass. You shifted around the best that you could so that you could squeeze your body through the hole that you made. 
Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes and blindly push your way through the dirt. You take in deep, shallow breath through your nose but only when you have too. The smell of the dirt was starting to get to you. Surely you’re almost there, right? You had to be. You pushed yourself as you continued to claw your way through the thick, earthy dirt. You were running out of time. You could tell with each breath that you took, as they became harder and harder. Were you buried more than six feet? Come on, you got this. You reach one more time with your right arm and wait, did you just break through to the surface? Cold air brushed against your fingertips as you wiggled your fingers through the topsoil. You mentally sigh in relief. You continue your ascension as you claw your way through the dirt. So close, almost there. 
Your head pushes through the topsoil and you take a big gulp of the brisk, fresh air. It was like you were being reborn as you squirmed your way out of the ground. You were completely covered in dirt, reaching out to grab ahold of anything you could get your hands on. But all you could manage was tufts of grass, the grass instantly staining your fingernails green. At least one of your hands was now stained with blood, dirt, and grass. Finally, your body was fully out of the ground. You begin to slowly stand up, your knees shake as you do so. Once fully upright, your breathing begins to become labored and you take a moment to steady yourself. A heavy quietness fills the night, not even the crickets are chirping. Suddenly you let out a blood-curdling scream and it rings through the night air. 
You’re thankful though, you really are. Especially having made it out before you ran out of time.
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thepunkmuppet · 5 months
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↳ cordelia chase + comfy / casual
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vampirologist · 8 months
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death and the maiden by schiele / angel and buffy in “prophecy girl”
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harringroveera · 10 months
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AU where it’s rumored that Heather is with Billy and Steve is just too curious to know if it’s true (he’s absolutely in love with Billy)
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whattraintracks · 5 months
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87!Donatello: She isn't even a turtle!
87!Michelangelo: So! Nobody's perfect.
v.
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12!Raph: She's in the Foot clan.
12!Leo: Nobody's perfect.
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disco-tea · 2 years
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Adding to the “Spike eats garlic” line of thought, todays headcanon is I think Spike wears crosses sometimes. There’s been stuff in canon that implies he’s really not afraid of them even though they burn and he’s definitely not afraid of sunlight so I don’t think it’s a stretch to imagine he might wear a cross because he likes the design or he borrows one of Buffy’s. He wears it over his shirt where it doesn’t touch his skin but sometimes he forgets and reaches up and his hand grazes it.
My final thoughts are, adding all this together, I think it would be funny if there was a new member of the group that simply…didn’t clock that he was a vampire for a long time. Like yeah he seems oddly strong but they’ve never seen him in game face. Why would they think he’s a vampire?? He eats normal food all the time, he’s at Buffy’s house and the magic shop during the day, and they always just miss him crashing into the room on fire. They’ve seen him wear a cross. He’s standing in the background, tossing a bulb of garlic around like it’s a hackey sack.
The first time they see him in game face they scream and freak out and run to Buffy like “SPIKE GOT TURNED INTO A VAMPIRE!” And Buffy’s like…”yeah…he did…before radios were invented…”
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mclalegria · 6 days
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It's been sooo long since I've made a mcl edit ahhhh I felt inspired so here's my new oc and candy Dove 🕊️
Special thanks to @candysweetposts for creating the mcl ng drive > here < 🤍
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queenqunari · 8 months
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“How could you like/forgive this character!!! They did awful things!!!”
My man didn’t do anything. He’s not real. He was just written that way.
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In many ways, being Buffy's shadow is about gazing at her jealously through a window.
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gianelson · 3 months
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Lusty Bangel..
I want to see Angel's soul bound or finally receive his redemption so they can have many sexy nights and impromptu sexcapades..then get married and have more sex and then create little broody vampires..
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duffyisbusystudying · 3 months
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Hello people❤️🧁✨
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Name : Duffy
Age : 18
Purpose : Record my progress and rant
Goal : Crack UPSC CS'27, Make my parents proud
Hobbies : Reading novels and learning different languages
Currently doing B.com from University of Delhi
Belong to Rajasthan but born and brought up in Delhi
*** some pics here belong to me while the others do to pinterest***
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"bye have to study so I can be better than everybody I hate "
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oldwitchsleep · 1 year
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i think they should bring back the "22 episode series with multiple stupid filler episodes" tv format specifically for iwtv
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geasthewritingrat · 19 days
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Willow, reading out a dare: say the alphabet backwards
Xander: I BARELY KNOW THE ALPHABET FORWARDS
Xander: okay- okay, i got this
Xander: z, x
Buffy: wrong
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raisedbythetv89 · 22 days
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Me when the manipulative character manipulates irl viewers into ignoring all the bad and only seeing the good and then treating me like I’m the crazy one because I see through the manipulation and see the characters for who they really are instead of how they want to be perceived
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pzyii · 6 months
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no one else in the summers family has autism so where did dawn get it from????
*gently nudges willow into the room*
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godsspecialprincess · 10 months
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full version of the thread under the cut
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