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perfectanguish · 26 days

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i say this in the most respectful way possible, but i am straight up fucking barking right now, thanks @perfectanguish!

random muse edits ∞ // non-mutuals dni

#( dynamic: don't feel so alone anymore | drkroots / jewel )#( theyre....god so hot )

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perfectanguish · 11 months

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You still my girl?

Always…

#( dynamic: i love you. i try not to but i can't stop | buffy x angel )#( hi hello not dead #bUT I AM AFTER SEEING THIS *sobs* )

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perfectanguish · 1 year

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For being nearly three-hundred years old, he had the grace and calmness of a teenager who had just gone to second base for the first time. Fumbling with words, tripping over his thoughts, he might have been in his head on more than one occasion, but never this bad. This was different but that was the thing with Faith; it was always different when it came to her. And maybe last night finally made him realize that how he felt for her had always been different and it was morphing into something bigger. That something scared him and not because of who she was ( because he knew she would twist those words to make her sound like a problem ) but because who he was and what he brought to the table. Something the slayer knew all too well about.

So as he sat there watching her finally make her way into the office, that elephant in the room further settled into place on his chest. If it weren’t for the fact he was dead, he would have felt like he was suffocating, but he was familiar with the sensation regardless. He was going to make some comment about how she didn’t have to stay and chat, but she was already in front of his desk, hands going to touch the space where...

“Yea, paperwork...” he muttered as his eyes lingered on the space where she had thought about leaning against. It was like he hadn’t even been the one doing the actions, at least not in his thoughts. He was just standing by watching it happen, like some perverted peeping Tom, and for a moment he doesn’t hear a thing she says pass the mentioning of him liking to do paperwork.

Angel rubbed his hand against his jaw as he got lost in the memory of last night, breathing in deep which was a wrong move. She always smelled good and he knew what she had smelled like long before last night. But last night was different, he knew what her skin smelled like...with how her blood pumped and flowed in veins just beneath the surface...And just like a radio that was coming back into focus, as did Faith’s words which caused his eyes to snap up from the desk to look at her, blinking to fully focus on her. “Right. I’ll always be in your corner...always,” he murmured, hand falling to rest cover his lap.

Her sudden outburst ( it wasn’t even close to an outburst, he knew that ) his eyes really did focus on her. For a moment he’s quiet before his shoulders were slumping and eyes were closing as he nodded. “It is...” he muttered, hands coming to his face as he leaned forward so elbows could rest and prop his head up on his desk. “And trust me...I wish I would combust into flames,” he added, peeking out from between fingers to look at her, “...you’re still my best friend too, Faith. Just...last night happened and...” was he about to admit that he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it, thinking about her? Yes. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about since I woke up this morning and...and not in a bad way...” he murmured, wishing the office floor would open up and swallow him then.

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Of course she wouldn’t need anyone’s help. He knew that, probably better than anyone else in that building aside from Wesley. It had just came out in the midst of his muddled and pacing thoughts. “No. No…there’s nothing to figure out. I j-nevermind. You always have everything under control,” he smiled, eyes falling to the stacks in his hand, noting that they were all upside down. He even went as far as to turn his head in an attempt to read them before he realized what he was doing.

Quickly they were released from his hands before hands moved to his face and dragged over it. Oh he needed to quiet his damn mind and stop thinking about last night before it drove him insane. Hands fell to his lap as he leaned back in his chair and he looked back towards Faith who remained in the door. “You gonna…come in for a bit or just stand there?” he asked gently, teeth soon beginning to gnaw at the inside of his cheek. She always came in, sat on the corner of his desk despite him having asked her to not to do several times. But she always came in and they talked for a bit before she left. Always.

Angel did his best not worry about the fact that she may just remain halfway inside the office and hang out in the doorway until she decided to leave. However, seeing as it was the theme for the day, he wondered if last night had ruined whatever friendship they had worked so hard on to obtain and maintain. A friendship that hadn’t always been there for numerous of reasons ( her trying to kill him, trying to make him lose his soul, her working for the bad guy, just to name a few. ) Last night only happened because of Lorne’s messed up magic that gave them all a push to do things they normally wouldn’t do or needed to do. At least that’s what he was telling himself.

Deep down, though, that wasn’t the case and he knew it. Lorne only influenced them and gave them a gentle nudge to do what they wanted to do or to happen. And that was scarier than them doing something they never would have done because it meant something more. That something was there that needed to be buried and snuffed out because it would only end in pain and suffering for Faith and himself; even though he hoped that if he had a slip up again, someone would stake him. But he was getting ahead of himself, maybe, probably.

“Right. Right…but I wouldn’t mind. It’s just things that need to be signed, covering damages from…last night. But I can have them all signed in no time if you were t-to need backup, but you won’t ‘cause you never do.”

She nodded her head. This was getting awkward, an even bigger elephant in the room than Lorne’s incredible Hulk-sized headache at the party. At Angel’s question, Faith came out of her head for a moment and said, “Oh, yeah. Guess I’ve got time to kill before I… y’know, mission stuff.”

The Slayer stepped inside the office and closed the door behind her- mostly for fear of that bimbo Harmony skipping through with a cup of blood or something and totally getting all up in their grills.

Angel looked miserable and Faith knew he was feeling the same as her- and wondering if what he’d been feeling was just the magic. This is why she didn’t like mixing business and pleasure. Besides, hadn’t Lorne’s words made everyone behave the opposite of what they usually did? The nerds got plastered, Gunn… did some things he regretted, and Spike was having a pleasant, smiley night. But Lorne wouldn’t have said anything if he didn’t see something brewing… He wasn’t exactly in the habit of telling people to randomly have sex (or else he might’ve done Wes and Fred a favor and finally gotten them to get over themselves).

“Yeah, I know how you love paperwork in the penthouse office. Look… I don’t… usually need backup. I can take care of myself, always have. ‘Cept for when I didn’t and you were there,” she said, struggling to find her words as she approached his desk and put a hand on it (before remembering where her bare ass had been the night before). Faith settled for crossing her arms over her chest. “So I might not… need it. But I like having you in my corner, y’know?”

She sighed deeply, throwing her hands up in frustration. “Look, this is weird, right? I didn’t exactly plan on goin’ down on you at an office party but you’re makin’ me feel like if I look at you too long, you’ll burst into flames. And I don’t… I don’t want that. You’re… you’re still my best friend, Ainj.”

#wickedlehane #( v; redemption is hard but maybe with company it can be easier | with: wickedlehane )#( interactions )#( please ignore that i'm no here | queued post )

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perfectanguish · 1 year

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Amused grin curled his lips as he listened to her, eyes glancing to the countertop beside them. It wasn’t a bad idea, however it wasn’t the ideal spot, at least not with what Jewel had planned. “Rain check on the counter,” the vampire mused, hands slowly sliding up along her sides but came to a stop just under the curve of breasts. Angel she knew she liked to torture him, make him squirm, and work for her. The shudder didn’t go unnoticed, lips curling as tongue ran along them as he watched her, wondering ( knowing full well what her thoughts entailed ) what was going through her mind in that moment. Though being under her gaze, he felt like the prey in that instances, something that was entirely out of character given what he was. But he liked it and so he followed her with ease as she moved backwards towards the living room, where the sofa was waiting.

That grin grew as he watched Jewel take a seat, brow arching as the show of her tongue and how jeans were unbuttoned and fly was unzipped. “No...no I think I know this dance...” he murmured as he pulled shirt off, tossing it aside before he was bending at the waist to assist her with jeans that would have been easier to tear from her but he showed restraint. This time at least. Once they were discarded, Angel sunk to his knees in front of her before he was lowering his head to drag lips along the inside of a warm thigh, inhaling her scent with a soft playful growl, his hands smoothing along the outside of thighs.

Listening to her with amusement, Angel was already turning to face her directly head on. His mug of blood was nearly empty, save one last small sip but he didn’t care to finish it. Not when he could smell her more, his attention shifting to focus on Jewel, as any sane person with eyes and a brain would do. Her question had him looking over her shoulder towards the living room, small smile tugging at the corner of lips. “Alright…you twisted my arm,” he teased, his hands finally coming to rest on her waist before he was pulling her to him. “Surprised you’re not trying for anything right here,” he teased further in a hushed breath.

#drkroots #( v; wolves of los angeles | with: drkroots )#( souls are slippery little things | N S F W )#( interactions )#( please ignore that i'm no here | queued post )

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perfectanguish · 1 year

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#( looking in the mirror & seeing nothing is an overrated pleasure | reflection )#( you stop by for coffee & the world isn't ending? please | connor )

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perfectanguish · 1 year

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@perfectanguish Late Valentines of the bois ~

#(😭 theyre so fuckin cute )#( dynamic: i know you've suffered but i don't want you to hide | dogtccth: kendall wright )

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perfectanguish · 1 year

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#BCDAZZLED —— independent & selective THE DEVIL / LUCIFER from the movie Bedazzled ; established Feb. 2023. damned by rae (30+, she/her). Warning : blog will contain triggering content. carrd.

#( precious lil nuggets that deserve love | promos )#( goooo doooo the thaaaannggg )

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perfectanguish · 1 year

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Clubs and bars weren’t places he usually inhabited. At least not in recent years; there had been a few back in the 1980′s that he had frequented. “It’s been a while since I’ve been to one,” he smiled, “but I’d like that. Give us something to do together at night.” It was no secret that he had travelled and seen his fair share of things, but this was different. At Kendall’s next suggestion, he lit up a bit more, “Really? I’d like that...we’d have to go to Ireland for where I grew up...though I doubt anything remains where I lived.” He mused with a small chuckle.

Once arms were around his neck, Angel’s hands moved to slide along hips to sides before arms wrapped around the other and pulled him closer. He chuckled at the whine, nodding at the question. “I know...packing is a chore,” he murmured, hand rubbing along the blonds back, smirking at Kendall’s work around to avoid packing tonight. However, there would be no complaints coming from the vampire as another kiss is stolen, but he doesn’t let the other male get too far. His arms remained locked around him as he gave him a proper kiss, small purr vibrating in his chest as lips moved against the others.

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It might have been another old and dusty book, but it had information that was needed. Especially pertaining to himself and a certain curse. One that weighed heavily on him and dangled above his head like a concrete slab being held up by a thin piece of twine. It might have been selfish and gone against the stipulations of the curse, but he had to try to find a way to make his soul permanent. Not for himself, though, but for everyone around him. For Kendall.

Smiling, to keep his thoughts from controlling him, Angel nodded, “I’d like that. You can drag me around to all the good night time places.” There wasn’t much that interested him anymore, not after two-hundred plus years of walking around this world. However, it didn’t matter what he did, so long as the other was there to keep him company. Kendall was one of few things he did find interesting, did hold some interest for, and he would do his best to show that. So he leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss to his partner’s lips with a soft hum, “We leave tomorrow night. So you got time to pack…”

“ Are you partial to clubs ? That could be fun . ” But Kendall didn’t want to take Angel anywhere he wasn’t going to like either . “ I could show you where I grew up . ” A shrug’s quickly given as he’s unsure whether or not that’s something the other even cared to see but mind’s racing with every possibility and there’s plenty to chose from . Making the decisions was what was going to be difficult but he didn’t have to think about that for now .

There’s a giggle at kiss before promptly returning it with arms coiling around Angel’s neck . Getting more comfortable than intended so close to him that Kendall whines at the mention of packing because he knew better than to think he’d ever allow himself to do that quickly . “ I really should do that now then , eh ? But you said tomorrow night — so there’s all day tomorrow for that . ” Another kiss is stolen with that in mind .

#( interactions )#( please ignore that i'm no here | queued post )#dogtccth #( v; i want to exorcise the demons from your past | with: dogtccth / kendall wright )

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perfectanguish · 1 year

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Listening to her with amusement, Angel was already turning to face her directly head on. His mug of blood was nearly empty, save one last small sip but he didn’t care to finish it. Not when he could smell her more, his attention shifting to focus on Jewel, as any sane person with eyes and a brain would do. Her question had him looking over her shoulder towards the living room, small smile tugging at the corner of lips. “Alright...you twisted my arm,” he teased, his hands finally coming to rest on her waist before he was pulling her to him. “Surprised you’re not trying for anything right here,” he teased further in a hushed breath.

It didn’t take a genius to know what Jewel was hinting at. He could use his super vampire powers to figure it out; she had a look in her eyes, one he knew all too well. And it would be a lie if Angel said he didn’t find it tempting to put the book down and pick her up instead. Soft breath of a sigh left him as he listened, already forgetting what he was reading about as again, words were muddled together now, “Don’t think he’ll mind?” he asked, already placing the book down. Warm mug of pigs blood wasn’t ignored, the brunette knowing he needed to eat something, so he focused on drinking it while eyes did wander over his partner. “Night off wouldn’t be so bad…

#drkroots #( v; wolves of los angeles | with: drkroots )#( interactions )#( please ignore that i'm no here | queued post )

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perfectanguish · 1 year

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le rules have been updated / condensed to not be as long as they were. if you follow me on my million other blogs, don’t worry about reading them on every blog.

#( bang bang angel shot angelus & he laughed | out of character )#( please ignore that i'm no here | queued post )

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perfectanguish · 1 year

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le rules have been updated / condensed to not be as long as they were. if you follow me on my million other blogs, don’t worry about reading them on every blog.

#( bang bang angel shot angelus & he laughed | out of character )#( look at me evolving and not being #as old and bitchy lmao )

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perfectanguish · 1 year

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#PERFECTANGUISH — independent, selective, and private ANGEL & ANGELUS from buffy the vampire slayer and it’s spinoff angel with personal head-canons. established 22, january 2018; ensouled by char ( she/her, 28, pst ) please read rules before following. WARNING: triggering and mature material will be present; DNI if not 21+.

#pinned post bullshit.#updated 1.23. 23

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perfectanguish · 1 year

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ANGEL(US) BITES FAITH. ANGEL THE SERIES SEASON 4 EPISODE 14 "I'm not like you." "You will be."

#( hey cheer up punk that just makes you one of us | faith lehane )#( when the devil is too busy & death's a bit too much | angelus )

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perfectanguish · 1 year

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Just a reminder that Angel's right nip nop is pierced and I dont care if thats comic thing or not. It's pierced lmfao

#( bang bang angel shot angelus & he laughed | out of character )

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perfectanguish · 1 year

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Someone needs to touch some grass jfc

everyone go and bully @perfectanguish into getting her tits pierced

#( it'll happen okayyyy just #not right now you tit hound xD )#( bang bang angel shot angelus & he laughed | out of character )

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perfectanguish · 1 year

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desafia:

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Lips pursed and brows furrowed as he came to sit beside her. Hands rest in his lap as either arm lays atop knees, head bowed as his eyes stared at the floor. Again, there’s a sense of hesitation at her encouragement to explain, but he knew if he didn’t tell her what troubled him, she couldn’t help. “I guess to answer your initial question—shielding or fixing something that’s already broken—fixing would be more accurate,” he murmured, head turning so that he could look to the other.

“I’ve been broken since I was human,” Angel continued, hand coming up to rub his chin before falling back to join the other, “I don’t know if you could permanently fix it…but I don’t know how much longer I can rely on the curse to keep me fixed.”

there is a gentle curiosity which falls across her features as she considers his words. empathetic eyes survey the man next to her as she tries to piece together the meaning of his request. she understands what it is to be broken—well and truly damaged beyond repair. it’s why she does this for others. but she has has learned so many people view themselves with a harsher standard than they deserve. ❛ what about you do you think is broken? ❜ she inquires with a tilt of her head, brows drawing together.

she quickly goes on to explain ❛ people’s minds and souls aren’t like glass that can be fitted back together. and what i do isn’t glue. i’m just a tool—i’m like a conduit for your own healing. i make it easier and i can guide you through the process. but you have to do the work yourself. ❜

As a human he had been useless. A stain that tarnished whatever he came into contact with. It only followed him to his undead life, when he became Angelus, given more power than he could have ever thought about while human. So yes, he was a broken individual and had been for well over two-hundred years and the curse? The curse was simply cheap tape holding the beast at bay until he slipped up and directly or indirectly lost his soul, the padlock to the cage that Angelus resided inside. “It’s not that I think, it’s what I know,” he murmured, hand coming to rub at his eyes once more.

Lips pursed together as hand returned to rest limply over knee as he listened to her. Angel understood what she was explaining, what she was and how she did it. He had tried everything and most of it failed or did nothing at all. “I have a curse. I’m not supposed to have a soul,” he explained, hand raising to press against his chest. “Any moment of true happiness the soul is gone and...and it doesn’t end well. People die when I lose the soul...” he continued, swallowing as he began to doubt this. Doubt whether or not she could help him, if this was what he needed or should do.

#desafia #( v; as long as evil remains there's still a fight to be fought | alternate: post series )#( interactions )#( please ignore that i'm no here | queued post )

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perfectanguish · 1 year

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@untilthcyrot:

♡ — ANGEL.

Circumstances that they had no control of, had brought them together. Though she was a beautiful woman, Nadja was not the type of woman he would have gone after during his human life. His father had little control of him ( something he had made sure to remind the other of constantly ) but he did have control over the future of the O’Riain family and name. Never had he thought about marriage to anyone, let alone someone that he hadn’t chosen to call his wife.

Life, despite their families hopes, had other plans for them both. However it seemed life had chosen similar fates for them as they were now destined to walk the earth until some other force ( hunter, slayer, or their own want to exit this world ) would write an ending to the finale chapter. It was funny, kind of, how they both ended up becoming vampires, their mortal lives stolen from them. How fitting that neither of them had a true say in how they would have lived or even died for that matter.

Now, after so many years, they were reunited. Angel couldn’t believe it when he first laid eyes upon the other vampire. She was a face that he had forgotten somewhat as time went on and more faces passed by. But somewhere buried deep in his mind, he never really forgot about her. Her comments bring brows to meet in the middle, furrowing as a frown tugged downwards on lips. They were true statements. Angel had never been given the chance to explore such an intimate feeling for the woman and truth be told, he had been incapable of love back then.

“No, I didn’t love you then and…I can’t say that I do now,” he replied sullenly, head bowing as he looked at the ground. “But I’m sure if I had been given the chance to do so and if I had been capable of loving someone?” he asked, looking up to meet Nadja’ eyes, “I’m sure that I would have loved you. And now…all I can say is give me a chance.”

IT WAS A TWISTED SORT OF FATE FOR THE BOTH OF THEM. Had there not been one part of either of their lives that was under their own control? Had they made any decisions for themselves? It felt like the world had other plans for them and they had no say in it no matter how hard they tried fighting against fate. The innocent ballerina was told that she would be engaged to be married to the only son of the O’Riain family and, from what she had gathered, was hardly a decent man at all. What she thought of him hardly mattered but to what point anyway? Their matrimony would never come to fruition because, once again, fate had other plans. Instead of becoming married to one other, at some point in their youth they had been turned into vampires. It only took them just a couple of centuries to finally reunite and realize what had become of each other.

❝ I admit that for years now my faith and spirituality has taken different turns, but seeing you now makes me wonder if we were always meant to find each other again. ❞ It might have sounded like a cliché statement, as if she were claiming that they were SOULMATES perhaps. Were they though? It might have been silly to think so at one time in her life but she had to wonder if that was really true. Look at them, standing before one another turned into vampires, finding each other out of sheer coincidence. If it wasn’t fate then what could it be?

❝ Do you believe in fate, Angel? ❞ It was strange to call him that name still, having only known him as Liam for so long now, but she respected his new identity for this new life he chose for himself. There was something soft and sweet in her smile as she took in his words. ❝ Would you really want to try to get to know each other now? ❞

There was no greatness to speak of when it came to his human life. Even if he were to be asked about his mortal life, he would say that the only good thing that came of it was dying. Darla taking his life brought him relief ( despite his drunken state at the time ) because it meant he no longer would bring shame to his father. And that’s all he would have brought to Nadja if they had been wed; she would have been stuck with his meandering and she did not deserve that. Even without truly knowing the other, he knew she deserved better.

However she didn’t get better. If anything, she got the same deal that he had and them being here some two-hundred years later was proof of that. It was unfair, in his eyes, for her to be stuck in this immortal existence, a form of torture that brought no pleasure. Angel knew he deserved the torture, the curse, and the constant state of misery. He had been a bastard in his mortal life and an even bigger, monstrous one in his undead life. Which made him question if he really deserved to be given a second chance, if Nadja wanted to see how things went, was he really any better than what he was?

Her comment pulled him back out of his own thoughts, head tilting as he listened. A faint smile curled his lips as he nodded, “I wondered that too.” He admitted because he did. Why else out of all the people that he had known while alive, would she be the one to reappear? It would make anyone question whether fate was real or not; he knew it was, had witnessed it time and time again. Doyle and Whistler both had talked about fate and how there was no escaping it, how it could be good or bad, that one just needed to embrace it for all that it was.

“I do,” he nodded at her question, leaning back in his chair as eyes remained on Nadja. He was sure it was odd and an adjustment to be calling him Angel instead of Liam and despite his new name only being short of two letters of the name given to him by Darla, being called Liam wouldn’t be right. He was dead, had a headstone in Ireland that had been long forgotten about and surely illegible by this time. With another nod, an even broader smile, Angel replied, “We got plenty of time to catch up after all.”

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