#perfectanguish

[maliignant]

Daddy’s mad at me ( @perfectanguish​​ ) cuz I wanna tear out his nipple piercing during a torture / play session & I don’t understand why I can’t. 

[desafia]

@perfectanguish​  ||  🖤

             ❛  what kind of help are you looking for?  ❜  she signs curiously with a tilt of her head  ❛   shielding or—  do i need to fix something that’s already happened up there?  ❜

[drkeroots]

          @perfectanguish

               With coffee in hand, Jewel simply watched Angel at the kitchen island, sorting through the giant piles of magical supplies they’d both hauled in. “I really know that its a big stressful time, but...” Sentence was broken for her take a sip of her drink. “You ever been told you’re one hell of a handsome distraction?”

[drkroots-a]

@perfectanguish​ said: ❛ I get this ache, and I thought it was for sex, but it’s to tear everything into fucking pieces. ❜ (jewel from angelus)

          ginger snaps sentence starters

               “And how’s that going for you, hmmm?” Words were spoken from the opposite side of the table, while coming off as strong willed as always, there was no denying that she was desperate to keep as much space between them as possible. “Sounds to me like you’re great fun at parties.”

[wickedlehane]

HUGS feat. Faith with Buffy (let’s be real, i cannot possibly tag every incredible buffy I know), @lostsovl, and Angel (namely @perfectanguish)

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[existentialflirt]

     Buffy’s eyebrows raised all the way up to her messy, sweaty bangs that were usually carefully brushed back off her face, but when she was sick, she could be a bit of a grimy gremlin. She had the feeling that was why Angel had avoided her back when he was a vampire. The reek of sickness, cold sweats, and unwashed hair was probably very unpleasant for someone that could track blood from a mile away.

     It had been some time since that had been an issue, however, and currently the only thing she was regretting was that she’d fallen ill during one of his long weekends in Sunnydale. Buffy was also rather alarmed by the spread of food on a tray he’d settled on her lap. What was it? Feed a fever, starve a cold. Clearly he was taking that old adage to heart.

     “I can promise the toast and the banana, maybe the eggs, but don’t you think the rest is overkill?”

@perfectanguish​

[slaegirl]

SHE   WAS   FINDING   HER   FOOTING   AGAIN.   dying,   coming   back,   the   whole   situation   with   spike   had   been   a   mess   after   the   other   but   she   was   struggling,   yes,   but   finding   her   way   back   up.   and   then,   out   of   nowhere,   news   come   in   the   call   from   los   angeles.   it's   not   cordelia,   but   wesley.   there   isn't   much   being   told   besides   just   a   few   simple   words   'angel   is   gone.   angelus   is   back'   and   she   is   17   again   and   heartbroken   and   driving   a   sword   through   her   boyfriend's   heart   as   he   is   sucked   into   hell.   sunnydale   is   busy   and   a   mess   these   days   and   she   prefers   dealing   with   other's   messes   than   her   own.   so   she   packs,   and   leaves.

wesley   doesn't   tell   her   how   he   lost   his   soul   besides   a   one   off   explanation   of   them   removing   it   willingly   because   they   needed   information.   and   of   course,   because   it's   angelus.   .   .things   are   messy.   it's   what   he   does,   plays   with   your   mind,   taunting   you.   (   SHE   REMEMBERS   WAKING   UP   IN   BED,   A   DRAWING   ON   HER   TABLE,   GHOSTLY   TOUCH   ON   HER   CHEEKS   ),   he   taunts,   made   one   feel   like   a   prey.   but   good   on   everyone,   buffy   was   feeling   like   a   predator   these   days.   she   believed   herself   stronger   now   than   before.

last   time   she   saw   angel,   it   had   been   right   in   the   middle   of   their   respective   towns   and   cities.   an   awkward   reunion   filled   with   emotions   but   she   figures,   this   is   different.   capture   angel   until   they   can   get   willow   back   to   re-ensoul   him.   so   crossbow   in   hand,   she   ventures   into   the   streets   of   Los   Angeles,   submerged   in   chaos   until   she   finds   his   trail.   a   pause,   as   she   feels   his   presence.   angel   or   not,   she   could   always   feel   him   around.   like   a   heartbeat.   "hello,   lover.   missed   me   so   much   you   decide   to   show   up   for   round   two?"      eyes   glance   back   around,,   shooting   the   arrow   at   the   vampire   as   he   creeps   in   the   dark.

"this   is   getting   old,   kind   of   like   you,   buddy." || @perfectanguish​ gets a plotted starter.

[drusllas]

@perfectanguish​ ; ᴀɴɢᴇʟ & ᴅʀᴜꜱɪʟʟᴀ.

SHE   DOESN'T   KNOW   WHY   AT   FIRST.   many   times   she   doesn't   know.   but   she   is   drawn   to   los   angeles   again,   they   whisper   of   a   storm   coming   and   the   tippin'   of   the   scales.   she   sees   an   angel,   their   wings   no   longer   clipped   and   she   knows   what   that   means,   wicked   joy   rushes   through   the   vampire   at   the   thought.   grandmother   was   gone   and   spike   was   lost   in   other   ways   but   her   angel,   he   could   be   brought   back,   with   the   right   push.   poetic,   she   thinks,   he   made   her   this   way,   and   she   will   be   his   undoing.  

and   when   she   finally   lay   eyes   on   him,   she   knows.   it's   easy   to   track   him   down.   he   makes   no   way   of   hiding   himself,   and   in   any   case,   she   always   knows   where   her   sire   is.   where   he   needs   her   to   be.   dark   light   through   the   room   as   she   awaits   to   be   noticed   before   stepping   into   the   moonlight   bathing   the   room.   he   is   the   boss   now.      lawyers   and   firms   and   wicked   schemes   and   he   is   at   the   top   of   it   all.   fate   has   a   funny   sense   of   humor,   she   thinks.   "I   heard   you   callin,   my   angel.   a   storm   brewing   inside,   an   all   too   familiar   one."   darkness   capable   of   things   only   humans   whisper   in   the   depth   of   night.

she   is   living   proof   of   such   thing.   never   afraid   to   reach   and   touch   and   GRASP,   drusilla   steps   closer,   red   lips   and   pale   skin   contrasting   with   the   soft   light   of   the   room   as   her   hands   reach   for   his   chest,   where   his   heart   would   be   beating,   if   he   was   not   dead.   "in   here.   just   ripe   for   the   plucking.   daddy   is   coming   home,   and   he   is   bringing   gifts."