Favorite Female Characters (5/5) Willow Rosenberg
"I mean, you’ve been fighting evil here for three years, and I’ve helped some, and now we’re supposed to decide what we want to do with our lives. And I just realized that that’s what I want to do. Fight evil, help people. I mean, I think it’s worth doing. And I don’t think you do it because you have to. It’s a good fight, Buffy, and I want in." - Willow Rosenberg
After finishing this gifsets I realise there are many female characters I love, so I would probably be doing a second one.
I believe that Spike has a certain amount of respect and affection for Joyce, born from the fact that Spike was human once and he was a sweet, kinda nerdy, love-poetry writing little victorian boy. His mother was the most important person in his life and her death made Spike terrible and cruel . But that’s what make him so unique , contrary to other vampires who lose their humanity , Spike kept it . His actions are driven by human emotions and it consumes him. He may be dead, but Spike is the quintessential human.
He seeks Joyce , a motherly figure , for comfort after his break up , talks to her and even laughes with her. He feels accepted around her. Her death affected him whereas in theory it shouldnt. To understand Spike , you have to understand William. They are not opposite , just two sides of the same coin.
"Care? Joyce was the only one of the lot of you that I could stand ! She was decent. She didn’t put on airs. She also had a nice cuppa for me .And she never treated me like a freak."
Headcanon: Drusilla had always desperately wished to see her reflection. As the decades wore by as a vampire she had forgotten what she looked like, forgotten that she even had a face at all.
She smashed mirrors on multiple occasions, shrieking at the shards, sobbing "WHERE DID YOU HIDE MY FACE? WHERE IS IT? GIVE IT BACK GIVE IT BACK GIVE IT BACK GIVE IT BACK!"
She pounced on bodies of water- rivers, ponds, lakes, and the like- trying to attack the surface that refused to reflect her. Alas, all she achieved was getting soaked through, both by the water and her own tears. She tried to drown herself, unaware that such a end would be impossible, hoping that maybe if she sunk to the bottom she’d find her face there.
Too many times Spike had to dive into the water to fish her out, mollycoddling and cooing at her until she stopped crying. He always wrapped his leather duster around her to help her dry off, even if that meant him freezing.
Spike tried his hardest to make his adoration for her be her very own reflection. Everyday he’d wax poetic about how beautiful she was, how the moonlight hit her eyes, how her dresses hung off her lithe body, how enthralling her alabaster skin looked when covered in the blood of innocents. It was always the first thing he told her when she woke up, and the last thing he told her before she fell asleep. It helped her. But it wasn’t enough.
So one night, Spike kidnapped a photographer, and had him take a photo of his sire. He presented the picture to his lover on bended knee, and Drusilla swooned. She didn’t mind the slight splatter on blood staining the middle. In fact, it was her favourite part. Then, naturally, they feasted on him together.
Long after Spike became a champion of the human race and lover of The Slayer, Drusilla still kept the picture. The only difference is that before she left Spike she saw herself in the photograph, and now all she can see when she looks at it is him.
This is…lovely <3