#ineverygeneration

[maliignant]

Your Dru is absolute perfection. I am equal parts in awe of her and terrified of her as are my muses. Also your writing style is simply beautiful.

「 ASK MEME : HOW’S MY PORTRAYAL? 」

THANK YOU SO MUCH, LOVELY! & i'm adoring whatever mess of a relationship this is between dru & amy, the toxicity of it all has been adoringly fun to play with. feel free to throw any of your muses at my baby girl, she'd love to torment all of them.

[sunnydalescoobiies]

@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.

[thetarotman]

" In Every Generation," by Kendare Blake

[intcthatgoodnight]

DARK AND TOXIC SHIPS // accepting

@in-every-generation: ❛ You don’t want me to have anything in my life that’s not you. ❜ (Amythest to Angelus)

Angelus looked up from the book he had been pretending to read - an excuse to ignore the young vampires whining. Dark eyes narrowed as he let the book drop from his fingers to land with a heavy thump on the floor. “And what else do you need?” he demanded, standing from the chaise. He wasn’t going to deny the accusation and was clearly offended by the idea that she wanted more. On the days she annoyed him the most he did not even think she deserved the new life with them that she had been given. Perhaps Darla had been right when she said they should get rid of her. But then he'd have to deal with Dru's inevitable meltdown. He crossed the room in a few long strides, stopping within inches of the blonde, close enough that he had to look down. “You have everything you need. The world has been opened up to you like it never would have before, and yet you still complain. You want more? More what?”

[crownedhopelesss]

@in-every-generation asked: ⭐

Send a " ⭐ " and I will list muses I would be interested in throwing at yours, or potential muse combinations if you are also a multi.

for sunnydalescoobiies:

buffy summers

dawn summers

spike

tara maclay

rupert giles

lochlan & joan summers

jenny calendar

lexi augustine

destiny mcmillian

morgan rush

for weareheroes:

angel/angelus

lorne the host

charles gunn

wesley wyndam-pyrce

winifred burkle

cordelia chase

chase lockley

ava myrtle

connor angel

darla

[intcthatgoodnight-a2]

ANGEL SEASON FIVE SENTENCE STARTERS // accepting

@in-every-generation​:  ❛ You have reached Ritual Sacrifice. For goats, press 1 or say “goats”. ❜ (Kathy to Angel)

          “Haha, very funny.  Whatever happened to answering a phone with ‘hello’.  Wait  -  is this your voicemail?  Kathy,  did you change your voicemail thing again?  Hello?”

[ghxstwrxter]

@in-every-generation​ - liked for a Spike starter

“What are you doing lurking around here?“

[normallyxstranger]

@in-every-generation​ | title; fair game (Chrissy & Cherie) | from a starter call

     Chrissy took a second to look the girl over—a second was all she needed to make her assessment. Sighing heavily, she flung a dish rag over her shoulder, signaling that she was off bar duty for a bit and approached her. “You don’t look twenty-one,” she told her bluntly, taking the time to give her further scrutiny. “I can’t serve you alcohol, but everything else on the menu is fair game.” The redhead nodded toward the menu in question, which was propped up between ketchup bottles and salt shakers on the tables. 

     She went back to the bar, eyeing the usual customers—werewolves, every one of them. If they gave the newcomer any trouble, they’d have to deal with her first. New werewolves in their territory set off tempers like nothing else, but that’s what happened when the old guard refused to let go of old-fashioned traditions and adapt to the new day and age. 

     “Don’t worry about them. They’ll drink their beer and eat their fries and keep to themselves,” she added, just loud enough that they’d have no problem hearing her. “Right, guys?” When they didn’t answer, Chrissy smirked and gestured at a table. “Go on. Have a seat.” 

[wickedlehane]

@in-every-generation​ {jenny} is paying a visit to the Sunnydale Motor Inn

A knock on the motel door usually only meant one thing- the greasy twenty-something manager was anxious for his $18, usually which Faith didn’t have or was in the process of scrounging up. 

She’d made a lot of promises and every other night was practically running on credit. She thought about asking Mr. Giles if the Watchers Council could help out at all. Her last guardian had taken care of everything the duo needed on their coast-to-coast roadtrip towards Sunnydale, but...

“Hol’ on,” the girl called out, pushing herself off her stomach as she’d been staring idly at the television set, which was more static than picture at this point. Faith quickly considered that maybe the guest was a lady of the night (no, not the vampire kind) looking for her client’s room. Had a few of those lately. She pressed her face to the peephole and then slid the chain lock free from its latch. “Oh, hey. Ms. Calendar, I...”

Didn’t really want any guests. Not that she didn’t love having company, but apart from Buffy tracking her down to the motel, Faith wasn’t exactly proud of her digs. Better than the manager asking for more money, at least, but for the cool computer teacher to come all this way? Must have been important if she couldn’t go to Buffy first.

“D’you wanna come in? What, did Xander fall down a well or something?”

[motherinaslayersworld]

Joyce and Sara

@in-every-generation

Joyce was enjoying a nice quiet night. The term was is because she heard the back door slam close. Joyce chuckled and knew what that meant. She headed to the kitchen. “Hi honey. You want me to whip up the usual?” She didn’t wait for an answer as she put the kettle on and started making hot chocolate with extra EXTRA mini marshmallows. “Is this a night for grandma advice or grandma company or grandma as a venting board?”

[therelentless]

Send “📚” and I will flip to a random page in a book and use the first line of dialogueI see as a starter.

@in-every-generation​ { SARA }

“But I was just joking!” Had it been too much? probably, but Nandor didn’t see it that way. “No need to be so dramatic. Jeez.”

[thesassygreenhost]

@in-every-generation​ asked :    ❝ What could you possibly hope to accomplish with such madness?! ❞ (Amythest)

“Madness? Well, I gotta tell you, you big negative muffin,I’ve been accomplish a lot, with my--madness as you put it, I’l give you a little pearl of wisedom, sweetcheeks, one person’s madness may just be other person’s happiness. And that one’s for free.”

[sacredpastimes-moved1]

“it’s hard to say i’m sorry.” (Sara to Buffy)

"Not everything / everyone needs an apology."

[mysticandskepticmuses]

@in-every-generation​ - amethyst liked for a starter from wrh!bound wes post s5.

      “I must say -- it’s quite an extraordinary pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Pratt.”  Regardless of the circumstances, and even if his remark may appear to be flippant given that those in the employ of Wolfram.& Hart tended to be disingenuous more often than not, his remark was whole heartedly true.  “You’ll have to forgive me, if I seem a bit -- off my game -- it’s only that your story is quite a rare and ... fascinating read.”  The Council had never, would never have admitted to losing a Slayer to becoming a vampire, and until recently, he’d had no reason to suspect any different.  “Please, allow me to properly introduce myself.  Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.”  Former watcher, though he doubted that’d be considered a boon in her book, and it wasn’t likely she thought overly well of his current employers, but the fact of the matter was they had been trying to find an avenue to make contact with the ‘hybrid’ for some time now, and given his ties with both Spike and Angel, and his knowledge of the Slayers and the Council, the firm seemed to believe him particularly well suited to the task.   “How are you finding Los Angeles?  Is there anything I, we, might do to make your stay here more comfortable?”

[intcthatgoodnight]

@in-every-generation [ sc! ]

Angelus sat up when he heard someone walking down the stairs into the basement. From behind bars, he watched as Amythest appeared, a grin rising on his lips. “I knew you couldn’t stay away.” he said smugly. He sauntered forward, crossing the short distance between the hard bench tucked against the wall and the bars that kept him contained from the rest of the world in a few slow steps. “Why so far away? How about you come over here and welcome me back good and proper.”

[unfinishcdbusincss]

@in-every-generation​ shot the cowboy! 🤠

Quincey P. Morris was not a man who did well waiting in parlors. Oh, he could wait on a lady, a train, a monster, a good shot, but waiting stuck in one place, nothing to do? Never was his strong point.

Still and yet, SOMEone had to check on the rumors of a rogue monster-killer--or worse, a rogue monster who just happened to kill other monsters--and Quincey’d drawn the short straw. Ha!, as if there was anyone else around to draw it. ‘Least the place was easy enough to find. Turns out the Holmes fella is a big to-do in London. Explaining he was here for the girl was...a lot harder, and the Missus--Hudson?--kept giving him the stink eye for his inquiry.

He cleared his throat for the third time and turned back to pretending to being interested in the art. Hopefully, Miss Holmes’d come out soon and put an end to the worry.