( Who even knows what yellow hearts mean. )

Because it seems to be a bloody popular question with the lot of you, I, Spike, will answer: Why does Spike live in Hell on EarthWell you see, chaps and chappies, it all started with a very small crack between the Hell dimension and California. In the basement of a school, no less. No matter how hard she tried, the Slayer couldn't seem to stuff ( Read more... )

[ he was carrying his sword and an axe today, plus some stakes for good measure. not that there were many vamps left out here. a serial killer had to be easy to spot, right ( Read more... )

( wip )

Spike spilled out onto the pavement, wrapped up in an afghan like a roll of carpeting. The second he hit, he was making for the shadows, grasping at the edges of the blanket as it threatened to expose his extremities to certain death. "It's bloody cold out here," he hissed, pulling the blanket closer more for the chill than the Sun ( Read more... )

[handwritten - he has surprisingly nice almost Victorian looking script, but it takes on a violent sort of shake a sentence or two in,]

You know something? I've only been on this community a few weeks now, but you all seem really bloody concerned with what I call you.

Have you lot just never had a nickname? Or a friend? [He's one to talk...Can ( Read more... )

Can we all just agree on one thing? None a that ever happened.

( Spike gets hit by this shit way too often... )

( tl;dr )

[Private to the Admiral]

Have Brian's door locked, indefinitely, alright? I'll bring him food and whatnot.

Also want to get him a trip to see his nephew. Maybe, ten minutes. Need something to dangle over that curly head of his.

[Private to Inara]Creepy broody guy might approach you about.. what happened. He's a good guy, despite the teen emo ( Read more... )