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@motherinaslayersworld
Independent Joyce Summers RP Blog from Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Is a sideblog to askahalfdemon
Rping on and off Tumblr since 2013
Muse is of age. Mun is 25+
Open to any and all muses and fandoms. Always willing to rp with multiples of the same muse.
All rp styles welcome
Mun has multiple blogs but will be on when available
Ask box is always open
Joyce is here to be a mother and friend to all.
rules // ask
**image credit to rebelgodking**
Joyce had just set down two cups of hot cocoa. One was for herself and the other one was for... Well she wasn’t sure but mother’s intuition said she needed to make another cup. Sitting at the kitchen counter she started to lift the mug to her lips before she heard a door open. Setting it down she laughed. “I’m in the kitchen! Come in here and drink the hot cocoa before I chase you down.”
//It’s mother’s day and Joyce is sad that I didn’t get over here quick enough. She wants to hug all her babies and grandbabies and anyone else that wants to call her mom.
summers-spirit:
“San Diablo…about forty minutes and down near the coast. It’s supposed to be an awesome town and we’re all looking forward to scoring a little beach time when we first get there. Provided we’re not stuck in practice all night.” Grabbing the form from where she had stuck it on the counter, she slid it over to her mother. “Thanks! For signing. I’m totally excited. Kind of wished we were close enough to play Hemery, you know? It would be nice to see Kimberly and Jennifer.”
Joyce sighed. “And you have selective hearing young lady. You could’ve asked me if you could have the sleepover here. You know I’m fine with you girls staying the night.” When handed the paper she signed it. “I know, you want to travel all over with cheer. Think you’ll be captain of the squad soon?”
//Me: I can’t do anything. I have no energy.
Joyce: Let me bug my children about breakfast......
("Be honest": Do you sometimes wish Buffy hadn't been born a Slayer?)
my muse will be forced to answer with 100% honesty
Joyce’s lips grew thin as she tightly pressed them together. “Sometimes. Like any other parent, I never wish my child to be in danger. I wanted to protect her. I hoped that she would have a normal life. I wish she didn’t have the qualities to be chosen for such a dangerous job.”
“That being said, I am still proud of everything that she has done since she took on the role of slayer. I may not like it, but I’ll still support her and have the door open for her when she needs a place to go to.”
Send "be honest" followed by a question and my muse will be forced to answer with 100% honesty
the-naboo-sith:
Desdie had worked hard to be able to manage to swing this particular moment for her kids, although they were three and wouldn’t remember it really, she was always trying to have these types of moments with them all the same.
At the sound of another woman’s voice beside her she smiles looking over at the speaker. “It is quite a curious piece indeed, I like it.” She answers. Lily hides behind her, her arm moving to indicate the little three year old girl’s movements, Casper was braver, although not by much but he says nothing.
Joyce nodded. She saw the children huddled around the woman’s legs. She smiled at them before turning attention to the woman again. “I love that you brought your kids. I wish my kids let me bring them places when they were little but they preferred the zoo over art.” She shrugged. “I’m Joyce, I’m the manager for the gallery.”
in-every-generation:
“Does some combination of all three work?” She had originally come over to vent; to complain once more about how very unfair it was of her parents to make her move to New Sunnydale. To rip her away from her friends and life in London. But as she made the short walk from her house to her grandmother’s, she started reflecting on everything that had happened since their move and well…maybe now she needed to talk more than vent. Though venting would surely be a part of it. “And yes please.” Extra EXTRA mini marshmallows was definitely the way to go. She knew her dad and grandma used to do the same thing. Sit around and talk over hot cocoa.
Sometimes she wondered if her father was ever truly evil or if he just made up those stories to make himself sound ‘cool’.
“You know I’m here for you Sara. I’m all ears.” Joyce calmly stated as she prepped the hot cocoa. She grabbed the bag of mini marshmallows, putting a handful on the cup and the bag on the table. She knew if she didn’t then Sara would just get it out of the cupboard to munch anyway. Joyce learned the hard way that Sara would find where she hid them, much like her mother Buffy.
Joyce soon put the two cups of hot cocoa on the table. She took her spot on the stool and waited for Sara to do the same before speaking. “What’s on your mind honey? You know that I try my best and I still keep my promise to you of not telling your parents things. You can ask your dad. The amount of times he would tell me things and had me not tell your mom.” She smiled at the memory. “Granted the first round he was still apologizing to me for causing me to grab the axe when we first met.” Joyce stopped, not remembering if Sara had been told that story or not. She busied herself by taking a sip of cocoa.
summers-spirit
The way Stef saw it, it was her sister keeping them separate. After all, Buffy was the one who had quit the Cheerleading Squad. Who had started hanging out with weirdos and stopped hanging with her, Kimberly, Jennifer, and Nicole. It was Buffy who had taken off to Vegas. And it was Buffy who had to make things just…totally weird when they moved to Sunnydale. Basically attacking Cordelia at the Bronze their first real night there and then hanging out with less than ideal people like Xander and Willow.
There were days she just wanted her sister back.
Listening to her mom, she paused…breathing in slowly before counting to four and letting it out. “Sorry I didn’t ask you. I’ll tell Cordelia you’d rather me be home and we’ll find another night to do the Sleepover thing. Chances were Harmony was gonna ditch us the moment she met a guy anyway. And I do. But we have this Saturday off. So we thought we’d take advantage. Speaking of Cheer, though. I need you to sign the permission slip for the away game next week.”
Joyce watched her daughter relax. “That’s not what I’m saying. You have the party tomorrow, correct? Why aren’t you asking me then?” She let slide the commentary about Harmony. “Doing that well to have a Saturday off? I’m proud of you.” Joyce smiled and then laughed. “Of course there is. Where is it?”
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?”
summers-spirit:
Please, like Stef didn’t know what her parents’ fighting was all about. She heard them sometimes, late at night, when they thought she was sleeping or absorbed in television. She knew about her Dad’s secretary. She also knew that weekend away they took…right as the trouble started in Los Angeles…was to a couples’ retreat. She saw the brochure in their bedroom while borrowing one of Joyce’s lipsticks.
She might not have known what was going on with Buffy, but that didn’t mean she was oblivious to everything. Especially not when she was the one who was home. Not like every night…cause hello, she had a life. But more so than her sister. After all, she hadn’t run off to Vegas with that drop out loser…what was his name? Perch?
“I just thought…that way I wouldn’t disturb you…I know how you hate us coming in late….you know…like when Buffy misses curfew…as she did every night last week…” Was it wrong to throw her sister under the bus? Yeah. Probably. But she was kind of hoping it would score her points as the one who did not miss curfew and therefore the one that could stay overnight at a friend’s.
It was Buffy’s choice to not include her sister. Joyce had to know, she met Giles and was informed so that there was a reason to not worry during a worrying situation. She hated having to keep the girls separate after so many years of them being together. She knew there were times that there was no way to douse the jealousy that went between sisters.
Joyce sighed. “Steph breathe.” She could hear the sister blaming already. “All I’m saying is you didn’t ask me. And thank you for reminding me as to why I had to talk to Buffy next time I see her.” Joyce thought for a moment. “Since when do you stay up that late? Thought you were early to bed and early to rise with cheerleader practice?”
She was trying hard to not add fire to the sibling rivalry. The parenting handbooks weren’t always the best help. “All I’m saying is that you didn’t ask and that I was willing to stay up.”
Joyce was traveling with her art gallery. Now that she didn’t have to worry about her girls she allowed herself to travel across the states like she wanted. She wound up in Titusville, PA for the gallery she was organizing. She noticed a mother and her two children looking intently at one artwork. Joyce decided to check in with them. “It’s a great piece, isn’t it?”
@the-naboo-sith
summers-spirit:
It wasn’t so much that she wanted to be with Hank; she loved her mom. And her dad was honestly kind of a jerk for leaving them. It was more…she missed LA. Missed her friends, her old school. She had adjusted well enough to life in Sunnydale, but it was still hard.
Made harder by Buffy’s secret and the fact she wasn’t yet clued in. It made it constantly seem like her sister was flaking on her. Growing further and further from how they used to be.
Listening to her mother’s conditions, Steph smiled. “I promise! I will only show your car the utmost respect. Like it is the most fantastical car in the world. We’ll be back at Cordy’s by midnight, which you will know because I will call you and let you know we got in. And if anything comes up, we’ll call. Peer pressure. Handsy boys. You name it. It will be Mom to the rescue.”
Joyce would rather her girls tell her everything than nothing but she knew even that was asking too much. She had shielded them both from what was really going on with moving. She was trying to do right by both girls, even if Steph had to be left in the dark for her own safety. It took a long time for Joyce to fully understand what Buffy was going through.
Joyce smiled, chuckling as she relaxed through Steph’s promises. “Ah, hold up. Since when are you staying the night at Cordelia’s? I expect you home by midnight. And midnight can be you driving into the driveway. Are we clear?” She was wondering if she missed the memo on something.
//here for the night, send Joyce all the things.
summers-spirit:
So maybe it hadn’t been flying colors, but it had still been passing. And on the first try.
“I did, yes, but…a senior party just…means more mature. Besides, I used to go to parties with older kids all the time in LA. Kimberly totally dated a senior. For like two weeks. But still…Mom, please. Cordelia’s parents are fine with it. And I will even have Cordy meet me here so you can properly meet her and Harmony. Please? Please please please please please.” She didn’t really want to pull out the ‘good twin’ card but she would if she had to. After all, no one had called about HER ditching class since the move. Or disappearing off school grounds. Shouldn’t she get to let loose every once and a while?
Joyce still kept her arms crossed. She was amused at Steph’s attempt, that was for sure. Her smile faltered at the mention of LA. Of course. She forgot how the time and location changed on her and her family. She forgot that sometimes Steph wished to be with Hank instead.
“I have two conditions. One, you don’t make fun of the car ever again. Two, you make sure you and your friends are back home safe and sound before midnight. You know I will stay up to make sure of that.” Joyce sighed, hiding her dejection. “Okay make this a third condition. If something comes up you will call me. No matter what? I’d rather save you and have a daughter home safe and sound than anything else. Alright?” She felt like she was more worried for Steph than Buffy because last she knew Steph wasn’t trained like her sister, which cause confusion everywhere. Joyce also made a promise to Buffy to not tell Steph either.
summers-spirit:
“If I was taking my sister’s line, we’d have to talk about the fact she flaked the day we were supposed to go for our tests…” Did she sound bitter? Just a tad. Really, she should have been used to it. Buffy flaking on her was common place these days. Ever since she quit the cheerleading squad freshman year. Back before they moved.
“Not you…any parent. No one wants to get dropped off by their mom or dad to a party. Especially a senior party…” Ooooh. Maybe she shouldn’t have said that? She wasn’t really sure where her mom stood on the whole…older boys thing. “And okay. I admit. I had some very unkind things to say about your car in the past, but as it is right now my only option I feel like it looks shiny and new.”
Joyce crossed her arms and gave Steph a doubtful look. “I’m aware of what your sister did. But what I’m asking you is to remember that the two of you both barely passed with flying colors. Yes I know you passed a little more but it still wasn’t perfect.” “Ah... any parent.” Joyce scoffed. This was not going to go well. “Did you just say senior?! Stephanie!” Now she was a little panicked. “No. Absolutely not. You know how I feel about you being with the older class and the fact that you’re still in trouble for insulting my car. You have one more chance to try to convince me to let you go. And what does Cordelia’s father say about this party? Hmmm?”
