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#CAPTAINPEROXIDESPIKE — independent, selective, and private SPIKE / WILLIAM THE BLOODY from buffy the vampire slayer and it’s spinoff angel with personal head-canons. established 26, february 2013; ensouled by char ( she/her, 27, pst ) please read rules before following. WARNING: triggering and mature material will be present; dni if not 21+.

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captainperoxidespike​:

SCARRED BROW ARCHED AS HE LOOKED AROUND. Once again, it was still only him unless there were others lingering around and he simply just couldn’t see them. Either way, he could sense there was something off about the woman in front of him. She wasn’t exactly off her rocker like Drusilla was, but his sire was a completely different sort of crazy. One that he understood.

“Focus on what? Reality?” he asked rolling his eyes as thumb moved to drag and rub against furrowed brows. Spike was aware of some humans being able to sense ghosts and the like, but he didn’t know if this were the case or just another whack-a-doodle. “Also ta be fair, yer in my way so…” he muttered, reaching into his coat and pulling out a cigarette before placing it between his lips and lighting it.

She pressed her lips together and squeezed her eyes closed, nose wrinkling in focus. Her head bobbed up and down quickly, hair moving around her. Through her lids she could see bright sparks of light, little pink pricks instead of the distortion of his face, the body on the ground and one standing caked behind him that only she saw. By the time she opened her eyes, the blond had soothed his brow out and her own partner had moved off. There was just a body on the ground and that could be for a million reasons.  

“Better….much better.” She nodded to herself, eyes moving from him to the body. “Aren’t you going to…” She gestured to the body on the ground. “Ya know…him with you?” She asked at the mention of her being in his way. “Are they okay?” She asked, immediately knowing it was probably something that she’d be better off not knowing. But curiosity had always been one of her problems. The one that got her here actually.  

IT WASN’T LIKE HE WAS REALLY IN ANY KIND OF HURRY, but that didn’t mean that he wanted to stand there for much longer. Also he didn’t feel like being attacked if that was something she was planning on doing. Tonight was supposed to be an easy going night filled with a walk, maybe go to the bar before calling it quits and heading home. However, it appeared there would be a change of plans especially seeing as questions were being slung his way. Curious sorts of questions.

❝ I’ve heard of you. You’re the one who has a knack for killing slayers. ❞ It’s only a statement that Nadja makes, acknowledging that she’s heard of him and how he’s managed to to be a serial slayer - no pun intended. The vampire herself isn’t one to make any judgments anyhow, seeing as how she specializes in killing her own kind from time to time. She may not have the “mark” of an actual slayer, but she might as well be at the rate she’s been going. Stopping monsters.

♡ — @captainperoxidespike​ gets nadja !

OH WELL SHE WAS CERTAINLY GOING FOR FLATTERY. The grin on his face spread and deepened as he made himself comfortable, hands coming to clasp behind his head as feet crossed at his ankles. “More of an...art form. One I’m lookin’ ta perfect,” Spike mused, eyes locked on the other vampire across from him. “Funny thing is, love, I don’t know you an’ I think that needs ta be changed,” he hummed his little white lie.

RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS.

@crackedmxgic​ asked: ❛ I just want a nice, easy life. What’s wrong with that? ❜

LIPS PURSED AS SHOULDERS ROSE TO IMMATE BREATHING. It was a simple enough question, one he had heard several times before other mortals throughout the years. Normally he didn’t bother with entertaining the conversation, but it was a slow night and he was laying low for a little bit so here he was. “Problem is that that’s not somethin’ logical,” Spike stated as fingers wrapped around the neck of beer bottle before bringing it to his lips.

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER STARTERS.

@drkroots​ (claire) asked: “On the plus side, you killed the bench, which was looking shifty.”

EYES SHIFT TO CAST GAZE TOWARDS THE PILE OF BROKEN WOOD, before they’re returning to the other vampire. “In my defense, I was thrown into the bench by a...a burly demon,” Spike began, eyes looking around the area before settling back on her face, “that I scared off...that’s why its not here.”

I'll take your breath away                And after I'd wipe away the tears                                                       Just close your eyes dear

RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS.

@drkroots​​ (jewel) asked: ❛ Why did you scream like that? ❜

“OH MAYBE ‘CAUSE YA POPPED UP OUTTA NOWHERE!” he replied with a growl, finger pointed at her for a moment before hand dropped. “Bloody hell, need ta put a damn bell on you or somethin’...” Spike continued, shaking his head as he stared at her. “The hell do you want an’ why are ya sneakin’ around?”

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER STARTERS.

@songbirdsandsugar​ asked: “I’m insane, what’s his excuse?”

UNBOTHERED GLANCE IS TOSSED IN THE OTHER DIRECTION. A shrug is soon given after the question leaves the woman’s lips. “Drunk, maybe? Hell if I know or care,” Spike replied as he turned to face her, “but word o’advice, wouldn’t go ‘round advertising yer insane, pet. Liable to get tossed away.”

captainperoxidespike​:

“OR ‘CAUSE IT DOES GROW OUT,” he replied, blinking slowly at the girl. “I cut it, I dye it, I style it…rinse an’ repeat.” It was baffling but also a relief that not much was truly known about vampirism and how the body continued to function. However, there was only so much Spike could explain and give detail on as he didn’t understand many things. “Also cut an’ paint my nails when need to.”

     Cordy narrowed her eyes. She didn’t think he was lying, but it did bring up a very uncomfortable question. Sure, sure vampires were immortal and subsisted off blood, but those things were so existential compared to small, relatable mortal aspects. She found herself picturing Spike sitting in a chair, half his hair coated in developer, sticking up at odd angles, reading a book or watching tv while he waited for the lightening powder or crème do its thing. Cordy supposed he could go to a professional, but it seemed awfully risky. She knew from personal experience that the closer you got to a vampire, the more uncanny their appearance became. It still sat with Cordy  uncomfortable. He was deadly, mean, and had terrible fashion sense. He shouldn’t be so easily humanized…right?

     “Okay, smart-ass,” Cordy crossed her arms. In no way was she going to share what was on her mind. It was way too vulnerable, and he fed on that kind of thing. “Does your scalp still tingle?”

BLEACHING HIS HAIR WAS SOMETHING HE DID OFF AND ON FOR A BIT. Only well into the 1980′s did he being to bleach it weekly, sometimes monthly depending on the level of hiding he and Drusilla needed to do. Never had he gone into a shop and had it done by a “professional” as that was a foolish idea and truly made no sense. Mostly because he’d never heard of an after dark barber shop or salon, but that didn’t matter, not when he didn’t exactly need a mirror ( lack of a reflection for a couple of decades, one adapted ) to apply the product to his hair. Just because he was dead and lacked a soul, didn’t mean he didn’t do human things from time to time.

captainperoxidespike​:

PLAYS HAD BEEN THE NORM WHILE THEY WERE HUMAN. Little shows put on to entertain the masses that were usually of the drunken sort. Movies were almost the same as plays but there was much more to them. More people, longer stories, often times more characters. “Hmm,” he shrugged, though he could see how one could find it foolish. Her question earned an amused look as he thought about it. “Ya mean play pretend? As different people?” Spike asked curiously as he moved to take hold of her waist, swaying side to side. “Could be fun,” he grinned.

SHE SMILES AND GIGGLES AS SHE’S PULLED towards him, his hands gripping her waist while their bodies swayed slowly together. Fingers curl over his shoulders before arms wrapped around his neck, feet taking her a step closer, head nodding in agreement. She hadn’t quite thought about it that way until the look on his expression triggered her own realization of where his mind wandered. Smile broadening, she hummed with a delicate purr as her nose brushed against his own. ❝ Yes. But who would we play? ❞

KEEPING HIS MOVEMENTS SLOW AND TRANCE LIKE. There was no music playing aloud but they didn’t need it. Just needed the song that was in their head and hearts. As her arms found their way around his neck, his hands slid along the expanse of her back, humming as he saw the light switch flick on with the look her face, a grin curling his lips. “Mmm...so many ta choose from,” Spike purred as he held her body close to his.