INDEPENDANT, PRIVATE, CANON & DIVERGENT
FAITH LEHANE of BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER
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MUN: Faye or Fayeth, a full-ass adult, cis, she/her. This blog is low-activity due to work. Find me elsewhere at @thisbloodlust @lordofsparkles @formerfistofhydra @allmytricksandtoys
MUSE: Faith Lehane, vampire slayer, 18-43 (verse dependant). Her faceclaim is Eliza Dushku. Faith is canon-compliant. Any break or divergence from canon happens after the end of the dual televised series'. Although I do glean inspo from the comics (specifically Faith's continued redemption arc and tidbits about her pre-show past), I don't adhere to them rigidly on this blog unless requested.
Faith is HETEROSEXUAL. Non-negotiable and I won't put up with any kind of hate, backhanded comments, vague blogging or passive-aggressiveness about it. My Faith is canon, and her sexuality is important to who she is.
Faith is HYPERSEXUAL. She's easy to sleep with but not easy to date. I've decided to allow her to cat around. Please don't mistake flirting and come-ons as want of an actual relationship. Romantic relationships with my Slayer require the other mun to come talk to me about potential between our muses.
Faith is DANGEROUS. Due to abuse by other muns, Faith can and will defend herself, and that might end in injury or death for the offending muse - you have been warned. I welcome salty, mercurial, argumentative muses and adversarial relationships but if I feel like hard boundaries are being crossed, and talking to the other mun doesn't fix it, I will not hold Faith back from protecting herself.
Faith is AN ADULT. I will never portray her as younger than 18, and I prefer to keep her the age she would currently be in canon. She was born December 14, 1982 (or 1980, depending on your source). She's different ages in different verses.
Faith is EXCLUSIVE. In every thread where she's an AVENGER, she's married to BRUCE BANNER / @phdinrage . In every thread where she is a VAMPIRE, she's engaged to ELIJAH MIKAELSON / @enduringlystoic . She is exclusive to @hellmouthisms BUFFY SUMMERS, @destroyedbyguilt STEFAN SALVATORE, and @gloriousxdarkness ELEKTRA NATCHIOS. She will not interact with duplicates, with few exceptions. She can and will reference these relationships in threads with other muses if the verse aligns.
RULES:
Don't be a jerk.
Don't write for my muse.
Don't abuse my muse. It will end badly.
Please talk to me before assuming or moving forward with a ship. My rules have teeth, but I promise I don't bite, lol.
If you follow me first, I'd appreciate it if you reached out via dms or filled out my INTEREST TRACKER. I'm really only following back blogs I can plot with and interact with.
I don't follow for follow. I only follow back if both my interest tracker has been filled out, and this post has been LIKED to show you've read my rules.
I have four jobs at present and I don't have a lot of time, so please be patient with my slow ass, lol.
I will not change Faith's show canon, so please don't ask.
Under 21 DNI.
You can read my general rp rules HERE.
CREDITS: Pinned image created by me with Photopea & Dark Horse Comics. Most icons made by me. Some icons from @faiataka & @tuppencetrinkets, some gifs from @jaifkncourtney
" Fine, fine...just do exactly as I say no complainings, if things go south then we separate and are on our own go it? ".
Alec needed the other to understand because it was real messy and things could go south quite easily and they knew the slayer was a good add on and reliable companion, but they didn't need anyone telling them what to do right now it was more the oposite, Alec knew what to do they just needed someone that would follow up instructions without questioning their methods.
"Damn." Nobody likes the way she said that. With a little smirk that slices right into her voice, and flicks off the page, and away. Her motion slows, her head gently eases back until she's looking down at them like they're about four feet tall. "Look who pulled on their big kid pants this morning?"
She eases forward, eyes on theirs, warning somewhere under the ticked-up corner of a smile with no humor in it. "You wanna try that again? Because I know you're not talkin' to me with some bass in your voice like I'm some kinda lap dog. Not healthy, Chiclet. Bad for the kidneys. I mean, unless you don't care if they stay inside your body."
HE PROBABLY SHOULD'VE REACTED MORE ABRUPTLY. Although no stranger to the concept of airborne objects landing in his immediate vicinity - a habit adapted so often by apparitions it had, rightfully, become a little cliche by this point - very rarely was the item in question capable of actually killing him. Still, that seemingly hadn't stopped him from merely pausing his footsteps and blinking rather sharply once it entered his peripheral, brown eyes settling on it once it was well and truly lodged into the trunk. He ought to have ducked, at the very least...
HIS FOCUS THEN FELL ON ITS LAUNCHER. The lack of pleasantries confirmed that there was no love lost.
❝ Hi, Faith. ❞
HIS OWN ACKNOWLEDGEMENT LACKED A CERTAIN WARMTH. If anything, he almost sounded irked at having run into her.
❝ We got a call about a potential disturbance. I hope I don't need to tell you why cemeteries have a habit of becoming manifestation points. ❞
She can't tell if she's getting tiny dressing down or not, but it wouldn't be the first stoic, baby 'talking to' that's been lobbed at her by a 'Ghostbuster '--- hee hee. If this thing about 'manifestation points' is supposed be some sort of reprimand, it's a good thing Faith's always been better with violence than relatively big words.
The continued fact of her existence seems to irritate him, and the corner of her mouth pinches up a bit. She doesn't interrupt until he's done. Not that he said much, he never seems to. Not to her, at least. "Dang, Doc." in a moment when even Faith's in on the joke, brawny little bimbo that she is. "You kiss your mother with that mouth?"
Her eyes flick up, like she's rolling them, but it's not aimed at him. A segue of sorts, away from sarcasm to shop talk. "Yeah, that 'disturbance'?" Faith does air quotes wrong. "Probably me. Had a nest out in the back lots, one'a the crypts. I got lucky, got 'em coming back from the feed." The casual act of dusting off one of her jacket sleeves is almost punctuation, here. "City could use a Slayer." In a way that says, 'not it!' without having to say it. "Probably oughta get on that."
There's been big talk about bringing back big, content-heavy fansites (think 2002) - and there might be a Buffy fansite in the works in cahoots with dangeratthebronze. If so, there also might be room for content writers (episode guides, character guides, beastiary, etc.) - if anyone is interested in helping flesh the place out, message me! There will be a discord server for all that. <3
*through gritted teeth* every day i choose to be kind *barely restraining myself from violence* i choose to have compassion *tamping down the vicious bloodlust inside me* i choose to care and to be kind and to love
Someone taking commissions, with reasonable rates, for very simple icons - I've ordered icons in the past to try and finish out BtVS and Angel, but though I *paid*, it was a year before I heard anything back.
My icons look like this:
I want more of *that*, nothing fancy, just clear, sharp, muted, with just a *tinge* of purple. I'll need icons from mid-season-three to the end of season seven of Buffy, and if all goes well, we'll move on from there.
There's been big talk about bringing back big, content-heavy fansites (think 2002) - and there might be a Buffy fansite in the works in cahoots with dangeratthebronze. If so, there also might be room for content writers (episode guides, character guides, beastiary, etc.) - if anyone is interested in helping flesh the place out, message me! There will be a discord server for all that. <3
Faith's been in the field too long. Her bedside manner's there, but her ability to give a shit if she's hurting him is a bit lacking - besides, the alcohol stings, but it's not gonna kill him, and she's being as gentle as she has the patience for. That's not the tough part, anyway. "Gonna need to close this… how much is it hurtin'? That's my not-so-subtle way of asking if you need a couple shots before I start stitching."
He's apologizing, but Faith's not Buffy, and whatever the hell he thinks that's gonna buy him, it doesn't. In the nicest possible way, she cuts him off. "Don't. Whatever nuts-ass crap you feel the need to get up to on a Saturday night? That's your business. But I took you out there because you told me you could handle yourself. You're a live wire, you got reckless. Could've gotten me killed, could've got Kennedy killed. You got a death wish? That's on you, but you act a damn fool on my watch, next time I'm gonna beat your ass. Hear me?"
This time her gaze doesn't waver, flat and fixed as stone on Faith despite the restless child. It's you we're talking about here. Her eyes lower in an apparent moment of contemplation at this phrase then flick up again.
Her head gives an almost imperceptible shake. "Not by my hand." Elektra keeps her voice calm and direct, but it carries impatience, as if Faith should hurry up getting assured so they can move on. "But some might if you don't help me."
Faith's eyes bead, narrow, at the suggestion that it's on her if someone gets hurt. Oh, Elektra. Here we fucking go again. She's just glad Bruce has kept his cool, being that he can hear everything they're saying --- her com's never off, these days. Husband's never far. Not with a child on her hip. Her little miracle, all ego, all big brain, braun that shouldn't be allowed in someone so small. Someone with a temper. Someone with rage. Rage he comes by, honestly. Now that he's here, strong and smart and angry, a weapon, Faith knows Elektra was right, but there's nothing left in her that cares enough to say so. Whatever's rigid in Faith, Rip doesn't seem to notice. He's not paying either of them any mind.
But there are other things, right now. And Faith's brow stays high for someone whose countenance is so quietly hostile. "That a fact? Why don't we cut the crap, here. Quit the stoic-ass guilt trip, okay? What do I gotta do? If it doesn't sound felt up, I might do it. But I get somethin' for this, or it's zero dice."
