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William the bloody awful poet skipping down the lane. Good boy, bad boy, all the sodding same. (Independent RP) ((General canon is usually early-to-middle season 5. Spike does have a chip. Will RP any BTVS season or AU, though mun isn't very Angel series/comic-friendly. Crossovers, AU-lines, etc are all loved.))

[hush-syrup]

It drove me crazy, the way she smiled at strangers and I could never be a stranger.

From Sky Dive by Dean Young

[allthesoddingsame]

                   "Oi! Does the shady cemetery and the spookily furnished crypt mean nothing anymore?                     Does the mini-fridge filled with blood packs scream 'primo snogging spot'?

                                        Humans these days..."

[allthesoddingsame]

Fuck, Marry, Get Drunk With: Xander, Giles, and Angel HAHAHA

Sod that for a laugh. Not a chance. Nothing, none of it, never. I choose death... Ugh, fucking hell.

Fuck Angel, all right? Then promptly plunge a stake through my heart 'cause surely any Hell dimension can't be must worse. Oh, god, and what if I bring out Angelus? One true moment of happiness, right? And we all know that bloody ponce has always had that lovin' feeling for me!

Marry Xander. Same as Buffy, now that I think on it. The boy nags at me so much as it is, might as well be married.

Get drunk with Giles. The old boy must have quite the stash.

[itsaboutpcwer-archive-deactivat]

                   ”Your company’s not too bad these days.”

[allthesoddingsame]

            { Well. That certainly caught him off guard. He held her gaze for a moment before his eyes dropped, lips pursing into a smirk. }

                  "Yours neither."

[angsty-askboxmemes]

Threaten my character. See if they take you seriously,

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[itsaboutpcwer-archive-deactivat]

        “Thankfully this is the first time I’ve been           pumbled this bad by your run-of-the-mill vampire.           Hoping this isn’t becoming a trend.”    { Buffy didn’t understand. Was something wrong with her? Were these vampires actually getting hyped on something? She’d have to talk to Giles. maybe Willow if she was around… But her bed sounded way better than research. }

[allthesoddingsame]

       { The cigarette was flicked from his fingers and disappeared into the black pavement of the street as Spike's eyes trained to Buffy's profile, watching her speak. }

             "And not even a fortnight ago you were telling me to keep up with you.                     See, told you you ought to appreciate my company."

[itsaboutpcwer-archive-deactivat]

         { He has a point, so she shuts her mouth and continues to walk on the dark path that would eventually lead into the closest neighborhood. From there, they would head west, five doors down. }            ”Well, my choice is to fight.              Made that choice a long time ago.              —But, uh  be my guest.              I could use some hot cocoa anyway.              And maybe an ice-pack.”          {  Letting the vampire take over for the night wasn’t a concern. Spike did just fine on his own, if not better. }

[allthesoddingsame]

      { The same directions were running through his mind. Since when was he able to calculate the exact steps, the number of cigarettes, it would take to get to the Summers residence? He brushed it off with a drag of his cigarette. }

                "Mm... You know, I'm half disappointed you staked the blokes.                  I don't think even I bloodied you so much, back in the day.                                   I wonder if they're starting to juice up their blood.                                   Vampire on steroids, now that'd be a picture."

[itsaboutpcwer-archive-deactivat]

       ”I’m the Slayer.”     { She shrugs, eyes wavering ahead of her, putting on an innocent pout. }        ”I have to hog all the fun.                Sacred right and all.”

[allthesoddingsame]

                 "--You don't have to do anything."

     { Sucking deeply on his cigarette, smoke fogged his sentiment. His frosted blue eyes trained on her with a matter-of-fact stare. }

               "Everyone's got a choice. Right down to your garden variety vampire."

[allthesoddingsame]

Buffy, Faith, Drusilla

              FUCK, MARRY, GET DRUNK WITH.

Easy.

Fuck Drusilla. The mad ones are always the best shag. Always.

Marry Buffy. The only girl in this bloody world who can come close to keeping up with me. Fucking hell, the bird nags at me so much as it is, we might as well be married.

Get drunk with Faith. I suspect that one’d be quite the drunk…

[itsaboutpcwer-archive-deactivat]

         { Eyebrows soothed back into a relaxed fixture, green hues still watching the blonde vampire as he reached for another cigarette. Should she appreciate his notion, was that even possible? Buffy, herself wasn’t entirely sure, but that other part of her was relieved. Even ‘a creature of the night’ like Spike saw what everyone else did.                                                    Had to mean something, right? }               “—I think the chips getting to your head.                 Uh, pun not intended.”         { Okay, maybe it was. Just a little. }

[allthesoddingsame]

       { He found her gaze, and in turn the bruises and cuts that covered her face. His brows knit together unconsciously, but he hoped it might pass for a scowl rather than concern. }

                      "Piss off.

                                      You head back to the little Bit. With you stalkin' the graves, there won't be anything left for me. Can't let you hog all the fun, can I?"

      { Spike nodded his head towards the way to her house, silently implying he'd walk her there. He knew that despite her bruises she could stay out later and finish patrol herself if she wanted to, he also knew that she could walk home alone and be able to hand herself just fine.                                     The thing was, she didn't have to. }

[unless-its-a-farm]

Fuck, Marry, Get Drunk With. Send me 3 names.

[alittleache-blog]

{allthesoddingsame}

Drusilla ran her fingers over the crushed red velvet of her dress, her black lacquered nails gleaming beneath the moonlight. The moon was singing such beautiful little songs tonight—songs about burning cities and ravaged populaces. She only wished her beloved could hear them, too.

It’d been such a long time since she’d seen him, but she knew exactly where he’d be. The Sunnydale graveyard hadn’t changed a bit since she’d first stepped foot on it. There were a few added graves, sure, but that was to be expected at a hellmouth. 

"Hello, dear heart," she crooned, advancing towards him. "I’ve come back for you." Her pallid hand stretched out towards him, her fingers yearning to run across his sharply angled cheeks—yearning for a connection.

[allthesoddingsame]

Spike was tangled up somewhere in the cobwebs between mesmerized and revolted. How could she do this to him? The bitch, the bloody cold hearted slag, with her bony fingers and voice like a song in a far off dream and piercing eyes that seemed to-- No. No, Spike. He couldn't do this again, he wouldn't. The vampire caught his ex's wrist, stopping her from touching him.

"Drusilla," he growled. His stepped into her, flared nose nearly touching her's as his voice rumbled with seething pseudo-anger. "Have you got a death wish?" Spike breathed deeply, inhaling her as his grip around her wrist tightened. "I should use your skull as a center piece. And what's to stop me?"

[itsaboutpcwer-archive-deactivat]

      { Finally, her eyes shoot up, features firming the slightest after processing the first sentence to exit Spike’s mouth. Part of Buffy told herself it was Spike’s sick way of pitying her sarcastically— throwing it in her face that she would eventually lose someday. Although, there was no bite in his words, no hint of hate or disgust. It was Spike telling her something that had resemblance to the truth.                   She glances down and fiddles with her fingers, inspecting her fingernail polish aimlessly. }                ”You wouldn’t believe how many                         times I’ve heard that line.”

[allthesoddingsame]

    { As she looked away, so did he, absently trying to recover from his brief sincerity. }

                    "Yeah, well, doubt you've ever heard it from a creature of the night like myself."

     { As if he counted as a creature of the night anymore. Thinking back on his words, Spike clenched his jaw at the mistake in his statement before fiddling around his pockets in search of a cigarette. }

                                          " 'Least not one unburdened by a soul anyway."

[itsaboutpcwer-archive-deactivat]

    { She nods slowly, agreeing with the ‘nasty bugger’ part. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, taking a breath. }         “They’re getting stronger.”

                                  { Don’t worry, she won’t cry.                                      She won’t let herself. }

[allthesoddingsame]

             { He can see the pain in her eyes, her bruised expression; the sheer vulnerability he so rarely gets a glimpse of from the eternally strong blonde. He outstretches a hand to comfort the cuts that are sliced into her face, but he thinks twice, retracting slightly. }

                    "Not as strong as you, love."

                    "So one ponce of a vampire got a few shots in? Sod him, he's fit for an ashtray now, isn't he? Don't go spreading it 'round... but you're the strongest Slayer I've ever had the pleasure of fighting. You're different, Buffy."

[thebuffanator-deactivated201409]

      “And what category do you fall under, Spike?”

[allthesoddingsame]

        "I'm neither a human nor a hero, thank you very bloody much. Jealous?"

[itsaboutpcwer-archive-deactivat]

          “No. I’m fine.”        { She inhales a sharp breath, eyes flickering over to his, but very briefly. }            ”—Will you just sit here for a minute?              Wait until I get my wits together.”

[allthesoddingsame]

      { He pauses, slightly surprised by her request, but ultimately nods, obliging. }

                          "Yeah, sure...

           What happened then?            Must've been a right nasty bugger."

[itsaboutpcwer-archive-deactivat]

"If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy."

        “The other guy’s dead.”

[itsaboutpcwer-archive-deactivat]

       ”—It’s fine.”

[allthesoddingsame]

         "Slayer-- d'you need some bandages? Might have some 'round my crypt. Got some bourbon, too, if you fancy it."