TW: corpse, hanging

-Work and Death-
Nanami Kento

#duality (insp)

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER (1997 - 2003)

Vampire: The Masquerade - Shadows of New York - Scenery 1/?

In other times in another universe (shunshued one) my silly fangirl's heart would be happy about this type of scenario for the Post-Series «Buffy the Vampire Slayer» (+ Angel ts)

Call it "a fanfiction by fanartist"

(Spuffy OC daughter Sky included)

Disclaimer!

It is just my fanon picture (one of them TBH) so please just enjoy these pics and let yourself have your own scenario, thank you!

Sky and her little sis Lily

And the family piece to complete the picture

My additional topics for this my AU:

• Sky drives a motorcycle and makes her mum nervous

• Angel (that rich granpa) might bought a pony for one of spuffy daughters just to be that "Cool Uncle" (but still Auntie Cordy is the coolest one)

• Dawn and Spike play cards in the teacher's room

• Spike couldn't find another good "onion flower" and tried to make it by himself at home

• Willow and Giles organizes tea party for student in her greenhouse

• Sky and Spike definitely would arguing about new season of their favorite show and Buffy would be like "If you gonna fight just do it outside, please!"

• Sometimes Sky steals borrows her mum's clothes

• As you can see Buffy the one who wears that leather coat. Give me the story what happened!

Magic shop AU ideas for fun 😊

• The building likes to change shape at least once a year

Farmhouse

Log Cabin

A Canvas Tent

Old Opera House

Brick townhouse

• Moss grows like pathways through the whole store

• Stars hang by theads from the ceiling

• The sunlight comes in through clear glass windows and stains the floor in vivid colors

•The candle on the counter changes scents as the flame changes color

Blue sea salt and warm sand

Brown teakwood and soothing amber

Green ceder and and cheerful pine

Black tabacco and sweet smoke

Yellow daisies and harvest wheat

Pink cherry blossoms and subtle magnolia

• The shadows slink out like cats between the sunbeams and weave between your legs

• An ocean breeze pulls at your hair if you stay in one place long enough

• The north corner has a dusting of snow on everything and the south has sand pressed into the spaces between the floor boards

• The bookshelves are covered in vines that help you find what you're looking for and insist you read them something before you leave

• The old books can't keep their pages in order and the ink gets bored easily so it tends to run

• The carvings by the floor rise and fall like waves

• The plants gift little flowers to the ones looking at them and hide behind their leaves when they're embarrassed

• The crystals complain about missing the moon and like rainy days the best

• The teas are snoring, the smell of peppermint curling in the air

• The oils dance in their jars like they're being twirled

• Dust bunnies like to play chase with the broom and get carefully set outside once caught

• The stag beetles sleep all day on the beams by the ceiling while the bees and fireflies gossip by the herbs

• The iron is willful, holding itself to a very high standard

The silver is delicate, rolling into each movement with elegance

The gold is wise, the voices of a hundred lifetimes all giving advice

• The kitsune flame floats in a glass orb like fireflies

The Phoenix feathers flicker like candle flames in their vials

The mermaid tears can be heard telling stories from their terrarium of salt water

Vampire blood is black like tar against the glass case

The fur of a werewolf mimics constellations on the bottom of the cedar box

• The gold coins sing sea shanties from the cash register

• The carved boxes refuse to admit they're not whole trees anymore and grow roots that get tangled up with each other, sometimes even sprouting a branch or two

• There's a willow tree in the break room that likes to steal your lunch and always gets into arguments with the birch tree in the hallway over who gets what Christmas ornaments this year