This blog is for an independent & highly selective 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞. Mainly show canon with heavy divergences and some minor pulling from the comics as I please. I tend to go off canon around Season 6. Critical of both the show and of Whedon. I do not acknowledge the events of "Seeing Red" nor Spike getting a soul. However content here can still be dark. est 2021 & returned from hell 2025.
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𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗕𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 ☞ sex and violence, poetry, passion in all things, insecurity, fool for love, white knight in blackened armor, both the scholar and the warrior, looking for love in all the wrong place and liking it, the thrill of the kill, the love of the hunt, hedonism, sadomasochism, being a male caretaker, loving the shadow, getting off on your carnage, fighting as foreplay.
THE YIKES FACTOR — I portray all vamps as like, human-adjacent in their logic, thinking, mannerism and emotions. meaning that Spike likely is gonna get a bit different than in the show because despite the fact he’s the most human of all the known vampires, he’s still, ya know, a demon. His logic and thinking are kinda alien, how he interacts with others is kind of alien, etc etc. There’s a decidedly uncanny valley element to him. I enjoy writing him as unrepentantly a vampire and a lover of carnage and death– even when a good guy. So just, strap in for some fuckin’ weird shit on occassion I guess ?
ABOUT SEEING RED — I don’t acknowledge it at all for several reasons. For those unaware, that season 6 episode involves Spike sexually assaulting Buffy. For starters I don’t have any interest in Spike regaining his soul as I don’t think he needs it so there’s no need for an impetus for that plotline. Next is that the more I hear about the behind the scenes of BTVS in general and the making of that scene in specific the more uncomfortable I am with it. Like, in a “real people were abused” kinda way. Marsters, Spike's actor, has talked about how traumatizing filming it was and I can’t imagine it was fun for SMG. Knowing how Whedon liked to write cursed shit into the plotlines of characters played by actors he was displeased with (see Cordelia and Carpenter in ATS) and knowing Marsters was on that list because of Spike’s popularity (plus just Whedon’ whole gross thing about traumatize his “Strong Waif” characters) it just — it all just sits very badly with me. So I just can’t in good conscience keep it. I am not interested in whitewashing Spike or expunging his crimes or anything like that. This is just a situation where my narrative interests and personal ethics or whatever are mixing to say “nah not keeping this”. Don’t worry he’ll do other deeply fucked up shit so it’s not really a loss.
just a quick update! I am NOT DEAD or anything I'm just locking in on some irl things i need to get done, plus there was the holiday. I should be back on my blogs come early dec.
the betrayal
you die at the hands of the person you love most. maybe there are tears in their eyes as they drive the sword into your chest, maybe there is none. there are certainly tears in yours. your mouth will open to ask 'why' only to spit blood instead. you will die never knowing if they loved you at all, wondering if you could've done something to prevent this, or if it was always going to end this way.
tagged by: @wornkindness KATIE WHEN I FIND YOU.
tagging: @g0dwept @saintdru @vamplaid
THIS FUCKIN' FREAK ( @vamplaid ( shirokawa ) ) said " i'm a little houdini ! "
" YEAH, I reckon you are..." Spike said as he pulled the cigarette from his mouth, staring incredulously at the vampire who had escaped a room best described as a Saw trap. He'd seen them in there as he'd passed on through, no intention of helping of course. But now it seemed like this was gonna be his problem regardless. "Got a NAME Houdini?"
"Yeah, and I know what YOU are." Spike said with an unimpressed sneer as looked from her down to lighting his cigarette. "It's not bloody rocket science."
If everything that will ever happen has happened, and is happening, at last I understand how it might be possible to fall in love at a glance, and know a stranger like a lover—perhaps already that love and all the events that followed were already unfolding elsewhere, and elsewhen.
"Oh... okay," she nods, only somewhat relieved. But if Spike isn't concerned, she has no need to borrow added anxiety from elsewhere in the universe. "Still, most people don't react so calmly to the sight of blood, much less being covered in it."
But hey, the "No shoes, no shirt, no service," policy doesn't exactly specify how clean the shirt has to be.
"Arcade is doing alright, yeah," Morgan says. Spike is always very kind, checking in on her, remembering the little things. "I mean, we still get roving gangs of rowdy teens causing a little more trouble than a few quarters will cover, but no one's died yet, so I'd call that a win."
Especially in a town like Sunnydale, where all twelve cemeteries get put to good use.
Their beers arrive first and Morgan takes hers, tipping the lip of it to Spike's as a toast. "So, how about you? Other than your friend's emergency, everything going alright in your neck of the woods?"
"Yeah, I worked a little bit as a first responder while I was getting through college. Got used to a lot of nastiness." Spike lied smoothly. "It's not ideal but not a worry really. Hands are washed and all."
That part wasn't actually a lie, He had gotten very good at always making sure his hands were clean when it came to food and humans. He might not get sick from anything but you breathed funny on some of these people and they keeled over.
"I'm alright, picked some editing work which is a chore sometimes with the drivel I have to read but it's better than nothing." He sips his beer, frowning. " These kids tho, they're tearing your place up? Want me to come around and give a bit of a talking to?"
❝ Ever try doing research before showing up in a SMALL town? And there is a real bar, as you call it, it's in the middle of town, not really sure how you could miss it. It's four doors down from the only bowling alley in town.❞
He turns baffled that someone actually RESPONDED to him. "No. who the bloody fuck wastes all their time looking up shit like that?" He tries to remember seeing the bar, he'd certainly seen the Bowling Alley. "No, didn't see it. The bowling alley must have been so depressing a sight I blacked out for a second."
