#wickedlehane

[in-every-generation]

@wickedlehane liked for a starter and so is getting a bunch of teens with zero brain cells.

There were so many ways in which New Sunnydale was just like Old Sunnydale, including the revolving door of teenagers that seemed to frequent the Summers-Pratt home. There were Buffy and Spike's two (Sara and James). Willow and Tara's girl (Arwyn(. Her half brother (Stevie), who belonged to Xander and Anya -- Xander having been the witches' donor. Oz's girl (Cherie Ann). The Mayor's daughter (Abigail). And occasionally, the LA contingent. Amythest and Angel's two (Connor and Kathy) who came to join their cousins and help stir up trouble.

Not to mention Faith's own daughter, Fiona.

And as Halloween was right around the corner, well...they were all there in force. Making plans.

"So wait... Halloween is REALLY devoid of demon activity? Like somehow the spookiest night of the year is also the safest?" In Arwyn's mind that just didn't compute. Shouldn't Halloween be the night when all hell broke loose? What about the whole thing with the veil between worlds being its thinnest?

"That's what they say...right?" Helping herself to a soda from the fridge, Fiona popped the top and looked over at her mom. She'd been through more than a few Halloweens...if anyone knew what really went on then, it was her.

[little-miss-buffy]

Closed starter for @wickedlehane

Buffy rubbed her eyes as she sat in front of a glass window in the visitation room of LA prison. She'd been driving since five am. Part of her felt bad for leaving Dawn two days after promising her that things would be different. But, her sister was understanding. She even offered to go with her, but Buffy thought it best that she stay behind and Dawn seemed relieved.

A buzzer went off jerking Buffy out of her thoughts as she watched Faith enter the room and sit down on the other side of the glass. The dark-haired slayer had spent the past three years in prison and she looked perfectly rested whereas Buffy was sure she looked like she rolled out of bed. She picked up her phone as soon as Faith picked up hers. As stoic as the expression on her face was, Buffy could see the surprise in Faith's eyes, but she pretended like she couldn't. "Don't look so shocked," she said, half-sarcaatically.

[giftedeath]

a fuffy christmas ; for @wickedlehane <3

christmas was never easy, not since mom. and yet this year, buffy felt warmer, a little more joyful, even. it wasn't a sunnydale christmas, but it was something. maybe better.

dawn's somewhere upstairs with spike and giles, and she can hear andrew bickering with the others in another room about what ingredient the nog in egg nog is. typical.

buffy, who always felt a bit grinch-like during this time of year, had just concocted two mugs of hot cocoa and placed one carefully in front of faith, with extra whip cream and cinnamon added to it. she wraps her fingers around her mug and sips, licking the residual whip cream from her top lip. " first christmas with you since that snowy sunnydale one. " reminiscing isn't always fun; makes her sad, mostly. but, that had been a good one. " i always had a suspicion that it was you who spiked the egg nog that year. " and buffy laughs, 'cause there was something worth laughing about. faith was here, with her. and it was christmas, and maybe this was exactly what she needed.

moments alone with faith were few and far between, so she selfishly was going to relish in it. guilt - free.

[existentialflirt]

"Wait!" Matt breathed as he dodged the impressive snap of her leg in a fierce roundhouse. He'd already caught her fist a couple times and her strength reminded him of Kingpin's. A terrifying and astonishing notion given she wasn't very tall and the power behind her strikes had very little to do with her physicality. Just what he needed. A super powered opponent that...well, he was pretty sure the woman thought he was actually a demon. It wasn't a first, but her certainty was almost casual. There was no heat of righteousness when she talked her shit or senseless, circular logic of delusion.

"Hang on," Matt spat as he caught her first and used her momentum to take her down. She was strong but thankfully predictable. "When you call me a demon, you mean it literally, don't you?"

@wickedlehane

[eddapoetic]

Social Media & Texting Prompts - Accepting @pryceism and @wickedlehane both sent: 🐦 - A Tweet

[sunnydalescoobiies]

ROBIN WAS ALWAYS MORE THAN HAPPY TO HELP WHEN IT CAME FOR THE FIGHT AGAINST EVIL. his answer was always an enthusiastic 'yes' when buffy needed him for his muscles or even knowledge. he wanted to be helpful and make his mother proud, that's all he ever really wanted, and with the first parading around with the face of his mother, there was nothing more he'd like to do then to take this evil thing down. that's why he was here; patrolling alongside @wickedlehane , enjoying her company and her wit and even the valuable advice she'd throw his way ( when she was in a good mood, anyway ).

WITH HIS STAKE IN HAND, AT THE READY, AND HIS HIP PRACTICALLY CONNECTED TO HERS, THEY WALKED IN SYNC THROUGH THE FOG OF THE SUNNYDALE CEMETERY. faith had spunk and this positive, fun light he wasn't used to being around. it was definitely something he could get used to; something he knew deep down he needed currently in his life. he was hooked on something that he couldn't seem to let go of... avenging his mother. he looked over at her as he walked, “ i think i'm still figuring out the dynamic of the group back at buffy's house. i feel like i can't get a good read on --- what's that blonde guy's name ? spike. what's his story [ .... ] ” he asked, trying to be subtle because all the while, he knew damn well who that infamous vampire was. the son of a bitch that killed his mother, the same one that took away his whole life and childhood.

[thrillorarchived]

it's become a sort of routine , even if the hours aren't great. back in a different life , he'd broken into his fair share of cells. for dinner or company or just to hear them scream. now , he waits in line under buzzing fluorescents , just one soul in a crowd of the visitors waiting to see a familiar face on the other side of some bulletproof glass. domesticated , he can almost hear spike's voice in the back of his head. it's taken too many years , but he's finally realizing that there are different ways to seek redemption. for himself. and for others.

@wickedlehane is easy to spot in the room , and he smiles as he makes his way over to the seat. it's not big , he doesn't exactly beam , but there's a kindness in it that only comes from understanding. and admiration. carefully , he lifts up the receiver as he takes a seat. like he has every week since her sentencing.

" how you holding up ? "

[varldsormr]

@wickedlehane (didn't) send: 🥂 (but gets one anyway <3) holiday ask prompts: (open)

He has to duck ever so slightly under the doorways to path his way back inside, Euan on his tail as they reinvite themselves from a temporary recess in the cold winter air outdoors; Though the greecian village-house was... nice, strangely cozy, in a way, the arches themselves were already a little too low for his comfort on their own, even without the evident intervention of a slew of festive souls who seemed to have deigned upon themselves to decorate further during the old friends' seaside respite. He picks up on the other poking a tease his way as he tilts his head to avoid tangling with one of the garlands, grumbling a muted noise back in turn, and not entierly looking where he's going as he takes around the corner--

'Hey--!' An indignant voice and the sound of abrupt halt suddenly emminates, the weight of another body on the prowl bumping suddenly into his. Jormun couldn't say whether the collision is undramatic or whether he simply passes over the brunt of it on account of being roughly as accomodating as a brick wall - his weighted figure towering noticably above the smallish figure ahead - but it does catch the oceanic spirit off-guard, and for a moment there's a flash of concern come by a twitch in his brow - almost immediately mitigated as the dark haired woman cuts the chase;

'Jesus fuck you're big. You on somethin' or did you just pop out like that?'

Behind him he hears Euan bark a laugh.