Applications are OPEN, and the roleplay is starting on the 17th. Applicants will be notified TONIGHT at 8pm EST on whether or not they got the role.
Currently, our most wanted applications/characters are:
- Andrew
- Anya
- Giles!
- Gunn
- Illyria
- Willow
- Vi
- Any of our OCs!
Reasons you should think about applying @ Into Each Generation:
- Our previous iteration lasted just over a year, and had four seasons. This roleplay is run by people who stick to things for the long-term, and is at no risk of dying out
- Amazing memberbase full of friendly and talented people; everyone loves Buffy, writing, and each other
- Passionate and dedicated mod-team
- OOC fun and all the meta-analysis you can handle
- Over-arching plot with plots of the week to keep everyone involved and on their toes
- Great activity with both paras and dash interaction
- Nearly 100 open characters, a mix of canon and OCs.
Come check us out, and feel free to ask questions!
Just a friendly notice that come the start of 2.0, my blog for Matthew will be found at brat-prince-dayne. There is no way for me to keep with two different tag formattings, but this blog will remain up and linked to on my new page. Hope to see you all there <3
Applications are OPEN, and the roleplay is starting on the 17th. Applicants will be decided on that date on quality only rather than a first come, first served basis.
Currently, our most wanted applications/characters are:
- Andrew
- Anya
- Giles!
- Gunn
- Illyria
- Willow
- Vi
- Any of our OCs!
Reasons you should think about applying @ Into Each Generation:
- ALL ROLES ARE OPEN.
- Our previous iteration lasted just over a year, and had four seasons. This roleplay is run by people who stick to things for the long-term, and is at no risk of dying out
- Amazing memberbase full of friendly and talented people; everyone loves Buffy, writing, and each other
- Passionate and dedicated mod-team
- OOC fun and all the meta-analysis you can handle
- Over-arching plot with plots of the week to keep everyone involved and on their toes
- Great activity with both paras and dash interaction
- Nearly 100 open characters, a mix of canon and OCs.
Come check us out, and feel free to ask questions!
We are opening auditions as of right now! The original idea was to wait until May 10th, but we have everything done way earlier than expected, and all that’s left now is to have everyone get through finals/graduation and wrap up 1.0.
You should be aware, however, that you will not hear back from us about whether or not you’re accepted until about May 17th, as we want to allow everyone the time to get their apps in. We don’t pick by “first come, first served,” so don’t feel like you have to rush on your application. We accept based on characterization and writing ability. As long as it’s in before the 17th, it will be considered and have a fair chance at the role.
Not all of our bios have been posted yet, but they are all available here. The application is here, and you’re free to ask us any questions. We’re still not done making OCs so there’s absolutely no problem in waiting until you see the one that’s just right for you. You can also still request them. We’ll make a post when we’re done creating new ones for the time being, so you’ll know when the selection isn’t going to get any bigger.
Happy apping!
[pm] I…I have Cameron’s logs, from when he was a Watcher. Not just his. There’s way too much to be just his. His father’s must be in it too, maybe it goes back even later. I don’t know if they can help but…I have them.
[pm] Well then. They might be worth a butchers. Perhaps we could discuss them over whiskey and muse the end of the world together. Sounds like a pretty decent evening to me.
[pm] I’m up for it.
givemedeathorglory replied to your post: [pm] I understand that. And you know I’ll be…
[pm] Well that’s the fun of it mate. Hell could break loose any day now. I’ll let the Slayer know you’re on side.
[pm] I…I have Cameron’s logs, from when he was a Watcher. Not just his. There’s way too much to be just his. His father’s must be in it too, maybe it goes back even later. I don’t know if they can help but…I have them.
[pm] What do we do? How do we start?
There was a time in life when you accepted what you were and everything that came with it. For Matthew Dayne, he had accepted vampirism early on and well. It was never something that he had to struggle with, given Erik’s teachings. Within hardly any time of being turned, he knew who he was and what it meant to be that, what the consequences were.
The past two years had done well to shake all of that knowledge that he had built over a half-century of life on. He had it all figure it out until everything has gotten rocked to its core. Erik’s death, Cameron and every bit of emotional baggage and love that came with him, working alongside those Slayers and their friends to defeat that so-called angel, the time warp business, the attack by the Watcher and her PI pet, the media revolution, and then losing it all in one fell swoop and struggling for the pieces.
Now, he thought maybe there was a chance to put himself ahead. Working with that Minax seemed to be a means to an end, a way to escape the Slayers and take things back to the start. And having Miss Clare Hewitt on his side was invaluable, wasn’t it? She had enough influence and power to be useful to him, and he could not say that he minded her company either. And it wasn’t as bad as they were all saying, was it? It wasn’t like the world was going to end because of it. Was it?
He had pulled the trunk out of his closet. He could not begin to even tell himself why, but the lid was flipped open and the contents strewn across the floor. Clothes, books, even his old Watcher’s files, all laid across the floor. Matthew ran his fingers over the letters, the curve of them. He could see Cameron’s hands in his mind, the way his fingers would curve over a pen and the way it would turn under his touch. It led to a multitude of other thoughts of that man’s hands, how they felt over his skin and burying into his hair. It was all like yesterday, even for how long it had been. If there was anyone he might have ever done good for, it had been that man, the man who could bend his will with a twist of his mouth and a flick of his fingers.
His throat was burning. Matthew’s blue eyes squeezed shut and he reached out, beginning to shove things back into the trunk. It was like he had told Spike. It was too late for him, too late for goodness or anything else. Something hit the floor, just heavy enough to make a sound, but light, like paper. He paused, glancing down. The copy of Wuthering Heights dropped from his hands into the trunk and he opened the folded paper, his eyes taking in the words, ones he had never seen. It was dated early August, before either of them had been able to truly admit or commit to anything. He rubbed his thumb over the date, eyes skimming the page.
You know, ever since I’ve met you, I have been living in this horrid state of confusion. I don’t think I have ever felt this miserable and at the same time when I’m with you, I’m whole.
It’s like I was blinded by a thick fog and now I finally see, clearly. For the first time. It’s overwhelming. It’s bright and blinding and all I want to do is close my eyes and keep them shut.
But if I close them, it won’t matter. You’re still there. Invading my every thought like a cancer.
You’re a parasite, eating me from the inside.
I’m rotting. Do you understand? You are making me rot.
You’re like a scab that would heal if you just stopped scratching it, but it’s impossible to.
You make my heart ache, Matthew. It physically hurts and all I want to do is rip it out. I have never been so aware of its existence until now and its dragging me down.
Pathetic. Weak. Human.
I feel like I am constantly falling towards the bottom of an abyss, and yet when you are here with me, I can breathe.
It doesn’t matter how dark it gets, I can still find the light if you’re here.
Icarus.
He flew too close to the sun, and his wings melted; he fell into the sea and drowned.
You’re my sun, Matthew.
I’m not going to let them take that away from me. I will keep you here by force if necessary.
I’m not going to lose the only good thing I’ve ever had even if that means drowning.
A hand had risen over his mouth, that harsh burning in his throat once more. His eyes closed tight, shaking his head forcefully. No. No, no, no. He had finally moved on, he had finally been strong again, and how it was pulling him back down. But Cameron. He was still out there, even if he had left Matthew. He was still alive somewhere, he knew it.
If something was going to be unleashed, it wasn’t just going to be in Cleveland, it would be around the whole world. And Cameron…he could be hurt. Even know, the thought made him nearly sick. No, he couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t let any harm come to that man, even for what had happened. Spike was still wrong, there was no good in him, but perhaps for someone else, perhaps for him, he could something worthwhile.
