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//Watching "Checkpoint" this morning for the podcast. Oh how I love yelling about Travers and the Council.

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Let me tell you... the way she ABSOLUTELY blows up his spot... Spike: What can I say, I've always been bad... Amythest: You used to tuck yourself into corners at parties, scribbling away in your journal....

I have so many alternate scenes in my head for that episode. SO MANY.

Buffy: What happened the night you died? You said Drusilla turned you but... Amythest: -looking at Spike- Uh...to understand how I died, you kind of need to know how he died....

// Somewhere Spike's mojo got a little bit put out because Buffy invited Amythest to the Bronze to ask questions too

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// For any of my followers that are also QaF fans, check out my OC from what my friends used to call "the greatest rp crossover ever". It has since been changed to "ONE of the greatest rp crossovers ever" as Glee Coller is also up there. But yes. My baby. Follow her.

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Open Starter - Sara || Open to all Buffys (or anyone else within reason)

It wasn’t completely unusual to hear the sounds coming from the kitchen at all hours of the day – between Buffy, the kids, and Spike, someone was always looking for a snack. What was a bit unusual was to hear sounds that made it seem like someone was waging war on the oven. And yet, if one was to judge strictly by the noise, they might believe that was exactly what was happening.

In reality, the noise was being caused by a sixteen year old blonde – dressed in Slytherin Quidditch pajama shorts and top and attempting to make a cake. And not a boxed cake, either. No. It was her mother’s birthday and her mother deserved a proper cake. One baked from scratch.

Flour dotted her hair and clothes while covering most every surface in the kitchen. A milk container lay on it’s side, dripping into the sink. And little pieces of egg shell seemed the be everywhere.

Looking up from where she was trying (and failing) to keep the electric beater from sending batter flying about the room, she greeted the other person with a sheepish sort of smile. “It was supposed to be a surprise….”

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"Speaking of Slayers...not that Angel and I don't love having you here...shouldn't you be hunting down Buffy? Letting her know you're alive?" Amythest knew the Slayer would want to know. Buffy had been devastated at losing her brother. Or thinking she lost her brother.

"According to Xander, they're in Italy. Set up a small base of operations there. Her, Faith, Dawnie...the whole gang."

That wedding had been a whole ordeal with trying to keep the demon world a secret from the family members that didn’t know the world the way they did. Next to the night he was turned and Amythest’s circumentium, that was the longest night of his life.

“No point to being a normal slayer and watcher. They don’t live as long being normal.” Even the 70’s slayer hadn’t been normal with as long as it seemed she’d held on.

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"You and me both..." Growing up in England, Katy had loved Christmas -- both the day itself and the overall season. There was just something...magical about London in December. Trees everywhere. The entire city covered in a veil of twinkling lights...

Quite different from the California Christmas she was now celebrating. Not that Christmas in Sunnydale was bad...

But maybe that's why she went with the angel instead of the traditional star. A different topper for a different sort of Christmas.

Looking up at the tree, she smiled before turning her attention to her father -- giving him a small nod. "I have a few things in mind. Like those collected works of Shakespeare we saw in the bookstore in LA and...my own grimoire? I know...I know...but I think I'm ready. Uncle Ethan says I'm ready..."

@in-every-generation sent from katherine giles to rupert giles : 007. standing in front of the christmas tree, decorating it with an assortment of baubles, lights and tinsel. - christmas prompts ( open )

†  ――――      CHRISTMAS  WAS  UPON  THEM  AND  ALL  GILES  EVER  WANTED  WAS  TO  GIVE  HIS  DAUGHTER  A  CHRISTMAS  TO  REMEMBER.  most  of  his  life  has  been  all  about  the  doom  and  gloom  of  it  all,  but  he  was  happy  to  be  spending  precious  time  with  his  little  girl.  she  meant  the  world  to  him;  seeing  her  face  light  up  with  the  string  lights  and  her  giggling  whenever  he'd  make  a  playful  joke  about  santa  was  all  he  ever  really  wanted.  he  stood  atop  the  ladder  so  he  was  able  to  reach  the  top,  his  hand  extended  out  for  her  to  pass  him  the  angel  that  will  be  the  finishing  touch,         ❛       m'  surprised  you'd  like  to  go  with  the  angel  this  year,  katherine      ❜     he  told  her,  a  smile  decorating  his  face  as  he  was  content  spending  time  with  her   [   ....   ]   even  if  all  they  were  doing  was  decorating  a  tree.  he  takes  the  angel  and  secures  it  on  top,  making  sure  it  would  not  fall  from  its  spot,        ❛       well,  i  think  it  looks  splendid,  if  i  say  myself       ❜      he  chuckled  lightly,  stepping  down  the  ladder  and  placing  fatherly  hands  on  her  shoulders,  a  twinkle  shining  in  his  eyes.      ❛      have  you  thought  about  what  you'd  like  to  wish  for  christmas     ?       ❜     he  asked,  genuinely  curious.  he  always  wanted  to  know  what  was  going  through  his  daughter's  mind,  her  mind  was  a  beautiful  thing.

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Grinning at the Slayer, Cherie gently shoulder bumped Fiona. "Any time."

"Hey!" Fiona bumped her back with a laugh. "Watch it or no more treats for you."

"Rude."

It was good to know that Halloween had been just as they expected -- that no harm had come to Fee's parents or to any of their friends. Well...aside from the hangovers that a few of them would wake up with. James had practically had to carry his sister home come the end of the night. Though something told her their dad was more than equipped to handle such an ailment.

So while maybe a little worse for the wear...her no harm comment still stood.

At the mention of coffee, Fiona's attention immediately moved to her father. "Yes, please." Not that she needed it to wake up. The adrenaline caused by the hunt had more than done that. But coffee would help keep her going... "Cherie?"

"Definitely. Lemme just tell my dad I'm gonna be a bit later than I originally said. Unless we want to risk Kelden joining us." Cherie loved her half-brother. But he was not AS chill as their dad and so could come off a little...overprotective sometimes.

Faith had to laugh at her daughter suddenly becoming the parent. Seems like both parties missed a game of phone tag with one another, and there was no real harm done... but clearly she and Robin were doing something right in raising her with such a righteous attitude.

"We did call... eventually. Look, when you eat as much pasta as I did, you're bound to pass out hard," Faith shrugged. "But I'm proud of you for stickin' with the plan. Sorry we didn't call sooner -- figured the music might have been too loud and you would'a missed it anyway."

Faith raised her eyebrow at the Tito's comment. Vodka was never her particular favorite, but as long as nothing else went missing...

"Alright. Let's just chalk this one up to a one-night slip up. Got a little lax 'cuz it's Halloween. Fee, I'm glad to hear you did the responsible thing. Next time, we'll communicate better," she said, taking a few steps towards her daughter and rubbing the girl's shoulder. Faith added with a wink, "Cherie, thanks for keeping her in check."

Robin looked at the girls and shrugged. "Sun's coming up. If we've got this all settled, we could probably hit the Espresso Pump for coffee on the way back home. What do you ladies think?"

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That would depend on one's definition of dangerous. All unbinding spells had the chance to be dangerous because most people or creatures that have had their powers bound have had them done so for a reason.

Katy just thought the reason her powers had been bound were unfair. And she would have gone to Willow for help except Willow wasn't so good at the lying. And if she knew the spell was for Katy... well, the thought of hiding that from Giles would most likely cause Willow to crack almost immediately upon seeing him next.

"No. Nothing dangerous. Just...if my dad were to find out...he wouldn't be too thrilled. And I don't think Anya will say anything...unless, of course, he asks about the missing inventory..."

Buffy couldn't help a smile, thinking back to the early days when she first moved to Sunnydale and met stuffy tweed Giles. It felt like a lifetime ago - in a way it kind of was. "Yeah," Buffy agreed, "but at least he does it because he cares."

It was strange, really. She'd been an older sister her entire life, but for reasons she couldn't explain or understand, it felt tough recently, as if it was new when it wasn't supposed to be. At least that's how it felt with Dawn. With Katy, it was different, more familiar. They'd accepted the part they'd play in each other's lives by now and Buffy was comfortable in that role.

"You went to Anya for help?" She was surprised but maybe she wasn't giving the ex-demon enough credit. Still, Buffy couldn't stop herself from asking; "she didn't suggest anything, uh, bad, did she? Nothing dangerous?"

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Open Starter - Katherine "Katy" Giles || Open to All

"Sooooo about that whole my dad used to visit vampire crank houses during his Ripper days…"

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// I'm back in the office tomorrow (having been home since Christmas). I intend to catch up on replies and such then.

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A friend of a friend put this in one of our Dis.cord chats and now I'm obsessed. I very much need people to create chars based on this idea with me.

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🌙 * ― 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒: 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ( a collection of various settings for drabbles or prompts, or both! )

001. under the mistletoe, placed sneakily above a doorframe. 002. in front of the fireplace, cuddled up under a blanket with a hot drink. 003. in a mountain lodge, snowed in from a heavy snow storm. 004. on an ice rink, careful to dodge the bustling crowd that stumble and rush past. 005. at a busy dinner table, food piled on the centre and family chaos ensuing around the house. 006. at a quiet dinner for two, an intimate meal and magical moment for a special couple. 007. standing in front of the christmas tree, decorating it with an assortment of baubles, lights and tinsel. 008. lifting up a smaller frame to put on the finishing touch on the christmas tree: the tree topper ( a star, an angel, or something else! ) 009. setting out the snacks for santa and his reindeers. don't forget the milk and cookies for christmas hardest workers! 010. in the kitchen making the deserts for the big day, and perhaps even making a mess too! 011. in the dining room building a home: a gingerbread home! decorate the home and make it one fit for a little gingerbread man. 012. at the mall, waiting in line to sit on santa's lap and spill your christmas gift wishes. will you be deemed naughty or nice? 013. sitting down with some company to wrap all the christmas gifts, preparing for the big day. 014. sitting down to exchange and open gifts, anticipating what gift you may get. is it something cool or just another pair of socks? 015. out on the streets doing christmas carolling, blessing the streets with the sweet voices of heavenly haromies. 016. in the snow rolling a big ball to build a snowman, bringing it to life with makeshift features and wrapping it up with a warm scarf. 017. in the trenches of snow forts, amidst a war of a snow fight! who will win? 018. falling into soft snow to create snow angels, flailing wildly on the ground. 019. traversing the treacherous conditions of icy pavements. will you laugh as they fall or lend them a hand and go down in solidarity? 020. jamming out to a christmas song, and inflicting the pain of holiday songs on someone else.

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It was true. The blonde had died just short of adulthood and now it was forever out of her reach. Taunting her from the other side of an invisible barrier while she remained stuck. Trapped in a land of dollies and tea parties.

Taking the dress from Dru, she made sure to treat it with equal care as she inspected it -- seeing if it was the kind of dress she would need help getting into. As back when she had been alive, some of her gowns had been a three person ordeal. This one looked fairly simple though.

Stripping off her boots, jeans, and sweater, she slid the gown over her head...letting it fall in waves around her body before smoothing it out. Out of habit...more than anything...she turned to the mirror in the room. But there's no reflection there. Nothing to say how she looked in the dress.

Nothing but the other vampire in the room.

"Well?" She'll give a small twirl for Dru. "Is it okay?"

DRUSILLA DID SEE THEM VASTLY DIFFERENTLY— where Spike had been a lover, Amythest was more of a daughter if anything else. A forever child, unfairly and unjust. A grown woman trapped within the body of a young thing that'd be seen to her as nothing more than that. Because it's all she has to cling to. When still human, she dreamed of being a mother but every possibility of that had been taken from her save for this one, simple token and she clung to it like some form of life line that extended from her. So she doted, perhaps a bit too much on the girl, as pretty as she was, Dru still saw her as nothing more than a living doll for her own pleasures. Disregarding every other aspect of how that must have tormented the other throughout her existence. None of that seemed to matter to the raven haired vampire; for what else did she have to be selfish about, if not this? Coming to stand, she moves towards one of the closets to retrieve the pretty blue dress she had in mind. This wasn't her gift though, but it was still something for now, until the real present could make its presence known.

❝ Patience, love. ❞ She coo's, handing over the garment as if it were the most precious thing in the world. ❝ How shall we do your hair, hm—? Shall we curl it, you think? No, no… it's nice just the way it is. ❞

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Among the so-called 'perks' to being a vampire, dying young and leaving a beautiful corpse definitely ranked within the top three. Amythest had been young when she died. But then, that was always in the cards for her. Slayers didn't live very long lives. But thanks to her brother and Drusilla...that early death had not been the end of her. She continued on.

The negative connotations were... It felt like she was forever living under someone else's rule. In life she had lived the way society deemed proper. Had lived by the laws the Council laid down. The duty forced unto her. In death, she was supposed to obey the laws of her... not pack. Bloodline? Coterie?

Family? Family was the only word that seemed right and yet, like so many things...it was twisted. Maligned. Drusilla was her maker. Her sire. Just as she was Spike's...and yet her views on the two siblings were VASTLY different...

"A present?" There was surprise, but also concern in Amythest's voice. Past experiences had taught her that presents from Dru could be anything from a dress. To a doll. To a still bleeding member of the House of Lords.

Question was, which was it this time? "What sort of present?"

FINGERS LACED BETWEEN BLONDE TRESSES OF HAIR, caressing the softness of skin her young fledgling bestowed due to that vampiric glow that kept her youthful and beautiful. Like the porcelain dolls she'd collected throughout so many years. Forever lovely. It doesn't even occur to her that the other thinks of it in such a negative way, because for Drusilla, it was nostalgic; reminiscing a child-like behavior she never fully got to explore. But of course, she doesn't expect Amy to understand in fact, she's almost surprised that the other is so willingly compliant, without saying so. ❝ Miss Edith gets no say on the matter. ❞ She states a bit stubbornly, eyes shifting towards the doll still facing the corner. ❝ She's still in time-out. But you're here now. ❞ Looking to Amythest again with a more prominent grin again. ❝ So, we'll make an exception, this time. ❞

Hand falls when Amy rises from the bed, leaving Drusilla suddenly feeling somewhat cold. As if temperature was something to be felt. A more menacing sort of smirk forming now as she looks up at the other, light little giggle soon to follow. ❝ I got you a present. ❞

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"Exactly!" See. Faith got it. Why couldn't the kids get it? "In our day, we not only fought demons...but we did it while holding in our internal organs." Okay...so maybe none of their injuries had been THAT bad, but some had come close. Like the injury that sent her diving into her now husband's past. The Slayers he had killed...

"You know. A pumpkin belly. Like Dawn was to my mom. All little and cute and innocent. Kind of like a kitten...KITTENS! I know what we need to do...come on!" With some very un-Slayer like lack of grace, Buffy scrambled to her feet and began looking for her coat.

Finding it, she struggled to get it on as she headed for the door. "We're gonna go save them! Set them free into the world...or take them home...the kids will love them! And love us! Problem solved..."

Faith wasn't able to avoid a snort at Buffy's slurred imitation of her daughter complaining to Spike about being stabbed. "Kids these days are just soooo soft when it comes to assault with pointed weapons, I mean, grow up."

Thing was, she could tell that by this point, Buffy was extremely intoxicated, and she would be cutting her off after she finished this last glass. Faith would try to get the current glass out of her hand, but with all the talk of stabbing...

"Fee might be like, head of the club. I know we're the OGs, but she's some prophecy baby with twice the Slayer blood in her. I don't know how to parent for that." The brunette made a face at Buffy's rambling. "The hell's a pumpkin belly? You feeling alright there, B?"

She wondered if it was time to try to get Buffy to bed, or at least have Spike come and drag her home. Faith walked over to the blonde and put a hand on her shoulder. "Seriously, this has been great and all, but you're getting to the point where you're either gonna forget or regret everything that comes next."

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It was true. Her mum was kind of a rockstar when it came to Slaying. But that didn't make their ways any less valid. To each their own and all that.

"The one that attacked the street fair downtown. We haven't made any headway tracking it physically so now we're trying a more...astral realm approach."

"Your mum is a highly trained Slayer who's seen her fair share of apocalypses and then some. She also knows which demons are out to cause chaos, death, and havoc and which just want a night playing kitten poker or to get back to their kids. So which is this beasty you had to lick a toad to find?"

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It was fiiiiiiiiine. Part of the whole Slayer package was being able to hold your liquor.

"Wouldn't do any good. Stabbing her. She'd just run off to her dad and whine about that. All ooooooooh Mom stabbed me..... Does she know how many times I was stabbed? It's hardly a big deal."

Or not. Cause Buffy was DEFINITELY drunk. Possibly even past drunk...

"Yeah but Fee's different, though. She's in the club. Like us. And like us, creepy crawlies will be coming for her. The others? I don't know...I feel like if we can keep them all in the pumpkin belly stage a little longer... Everyone deserves to be a pumpkin belly. Not me, though. Never me. That was Dawn's thing..."

Oh yeah. It was soon gonna be time to call the peroxide one and tell him to pick up his wife.

Faith looked at the empty glass, then back to Buffy. She hesitated to pour her another, knowing she'd be blamed for the inevitable hangover. But Blondie was an adult -- hell, she was a mom -- and could make her own bad choices.

"What's a little mutual hatred between friends? Lucky Sara, the fact you grew out of the whole stabbing thing." To Faith, all of that was mostly water under the bridge now. Yeah, they'd both made terrible choices. And maybe she had been wrong thinking Buffy would always understand where she was coming from, instead of asking for the help she didn't think she really deserved. Luckily Angel, the once-boyfriend, now brother-in-law, still best-friend, had been there to help her sort her crap out.

"Joyce always was a good one... it was hard to bring up at the time since it's the last thing any teenage girl wants to hear but... You were lucky. Having a mom who gave a crap. Cuz I had a mom who actually ruined my life, and I would have traded with you any day -- hell, I tried it."

Faith regretted that she'd been so unkind to Joyce the last time she saw her. And hoped to the Powers that Be that no one would ever accuse her of becoming like her own mother. Not that Fiona would ever know what Mama Lehane was like (it was for the best).

"Damn, that is weird. Robin and I have been trying our best to be open with Fee about what we can. But she's got that double Slayer juice in her, it's only a matter of time before a psychic dream goes and gives her the spoiler alert." She remembered a time in her younger life when Gwendolyn Post was able to play on her insecurities and lack of information to really drive a wedge between her and the Scoobies...

"It might be more dangerous if they don't know. It might help build some trust... in the long run. They'll probably hate us either way to start."