So I was listening to Madeon’s Pay No Mind the other day, and this girl just popped into my head out of nowhere. That was six days ago late at night, and I was so lazy I procrastinated for three days before finally putting the image down on paper. It took me another three days to digitalise this thing and colour it in and all that jazz.
I went through four different colour schemes just to find a good colour for that hair, and something still doesn’t look right. Oh fuck it. At least this doesn’t look like an MLP fanart anymore.
unfortunately i’m only going to do faith. not because i hate fred and cordy (buffy is here) but because i don’t think about their characters often enough to give fun and interesting answers. i love you pls don’t be mad
sexuality headcanon: a lesbian. but… also possibly bisexual? either way i don’t think she’d ever actually be with a man because of all the damn trauma™ she’s got stashed away
otp: faith/tara it’s the only way i see faith ever being truly happy (in a relationship sort of way)
brotp: faith/angel & faith/buffy
notp: faith/men not named angel (specifically wesley & giles though)
first headcanon that pops into my head: faith learned to read (like, actually read something other than comic books) while she was in prison and she got her ged and angel was really proud of her bye
favorite line from this character: the entire “pain and hate” speech thing like. i dunno. i feel that? i feel it so much
one way in which I relate to this character: literally every way imaginable? how is this even a question. it’s me. and faith. we r twins
thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: anytime she’s with angel or the scoobies and she says something that doesn’t quite “fit” the group. like when she assumes oz’s band friends are screwing or whatever based on something he said and everyone just kind of stares at her. or worse when they look away and pretend they didn’t hear her. i dunno. as a fellow poor trashy kid that also kind of got lumped into a group of people they didn’t quite “fit” with it’s super duper relatable and makes me want to cry for her
cinnamon roll or problematic fave?: cinnamon roll as fuck!!! i love her!!! precious babe!!! i bought her gummy worms!!!!!
Ever since Jericho had decided to come back from his hiatus from being the most sought out litigator that he was, Jericho had been getting a lot of questions and even attracting media attention–after all, the clients he represented were powerful men and celebrities, and it was almost like he was a celebrity himself. A lot of his competitors were trying so hard to ruin his career using ways that just does not work, but there was one persistent journalist who always works for Jericho’s competitors, determined in ruining Jericho’s reputation. Somehow said journalist had managed to follow him to Venice and is now asking various false and personal questions regarding Jericho’s life–which had mostly remained private up to now.
Jericho finally stopped walking and looked straight into the man. “Hey, listen here. Last time I checked, you didn’t arrange anything with my secretary about holding an interview session, nor did anyone pay me to argue with you about all the bullshit you’re spewing out about my life just then, nor are you my mother,” Jericho began. “I don’t want to punch you in the face and give you the satisfaction, so I suggest you back off.”
The journalist chuckled nervously, “Hey, relax, man. I was just asking some questions,” he tried to make it as if it was no big deal.
Jericho scoffed, taking his sunglasses off and looked at the journalist–who still had his phone up to record his victim. “Yeah, and unless you stop it, you’re not going to like what happens next. This goes to the people who hired you and whatever bullshit tabloid or blog you’re planning on publishing this to. Did you get all that?” Jericho asked.
“What are you gonna do?” The journalist challenged with a smug smirk. People were now gathered around them, watching. Sighing, Jericho snatched the phone and smashed it into a nearby wall, immediately breaking it into pieces and earning gasps from passersby. “I just told you no more questions. Bill me,” Jericho calmly said and gestured to the broken phone before walking off, spotting a familiar face watching the entire thing go down. He didn’t say anything, because if he had to explain why he did it, he knew he was going to turn around and really beat up that journalist.