#pacywitter

it's only been a couple months, but she already knows well enough to prefer capeside after dark. less townsfolk with their jaws locked down in a smile, everything finally quiet. footsteps make their way closer and a half glance gives immediate recognition. "lemme guess. can't sleep?" her face gleans with amusement to hide how tired she actually feels. "existential crisis?" she continues, head cocking. voice lowers a note, conspiratorial. "secret dockside serial killer?" a pause. "actually don't answer that last one. i'm working on my trust issues."

Aww, I love it when you scream compliments at me like a terrible bird, lol.

Faith and I are actually wildly different, I think if I were close in personality to any of my muses, it would likely be Tiana Rogers (except for that whole thing where I get to be a princess AND use mucas as a weapon). Here's the list you asked for, and ty for asking <3

I am a vegan. Faith would polish off an entire bag of BBQ Anytizers in one sitting.

I'm demisexual and bisexual, Faith is heterosexual (as much as any BtVS character can be) and sapiosexual (ragingly so), and she cannot be trusted around anyone who might talk nerdy to her.

Faith might hit you. Oh, wait, I'll also hit you.

I don't drink, smoke, or get buzzed in any way, really.

My favorite music is 80 years old, Faith's favorite music is whatever's going to blast her eardrums to infinity and beyond.

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"oof, that hurts my soul. not your picks, they're fine?" it sounds like a question. "but the fact that you did not vibe with my theme song. like, ack. dagger through the heart, really." she's still smiling, even as she mimes the whole thing, so he hasn't burned any bridges so far. "i would've made my peace with you disliking every other thing i mentioned but my theme song."

truly, she's just being silly.

"someone has to be blasphemous, might as well be me." technically, it's him, too, because she's pretty sure he did not google - or ecosia, which is better for the environment! - the actual lyrics to alamat's aswang.

"i'm floribeth, by the way. but most people call me flori." he might as well join the ranks of numerous people who refer to her by nickname-only.

I'm nowhere near as thin or athletic as Buffy is.

Where Buffy shuts people out, I tend to cling onto them. I'm very clingy.

I'm more likely to follow than lead.

I'm brunette

     𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃   "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃  .

"How did I know you'd throw your hat in this ring, Pace? You already know the answer."

The alleyway behind Capeside’s premier bistro smelled like old grease and terrible life choices, a fitting end to a date where Buffy’s companion had spent two hours explaining cryptocurrency. Her heels were pinching, her blouse was silk, and she was looking forward to a quiet, resentful drive home until the distinct sound of a struggle echoed from the shadows. Pinned against the brick wall was a guy with an incredibly expressive, terrified face, and hovering over him was a vampire, fangs bared, treating the poor guy’s jugular like a juice box cap about to pop. Moving with a fluid, practiced strength that belied her petite frame, she snagged a fistful of the vamp's jacket at the scruff of the neck, yanked him off his prey, and hurled him ten feet backward straight into an open dumpster with a glorious, hollow CLANG.

"Wow, a literal pump-and-dump scheme," Buffy sighed, dusting off her hands as she referenced her date's endless financial lecture before turning to the victim who was slumped against the wall. She stepped into his space and thrust a sleek, designer leather purse directly into his chest. "Here. Hold this. It's lambskin and I had to waitlist for it." Right on cue, the vampire erupted from the garbage, banana peels clinging to his shoulder and looking thoroughly murderous. Buffy didn't even blink. She ducked under a wild swing, landed a sharp kick to his ribs, and in one seamless motion, retrieved a streamlined stake from her boot, spinning behind the demon to drive the wood home with a satisfying thump-dust.

A cloud of gray ash billowed into the night air, settling over the asphalt. Buffy blew a stray blond hair out of her face, adjusted her jacket, and turned back to find her innocent still standing there. She looked the flannel-clad stranger up and down, offering a small, sympathetic tilt of her head. "You know, you can untense now. The danger's gone, and honestly, the blush pink is totally upstaging you."

( @pacywitter - excellent question, thank you so much for sending! )

Many muses, many differences, but just off the top of my noggin--

Quite a few of these characters have cool vehicles. Lou, for instance, drives a 1969 Dodge Charger R/T. Chris has multiple sports and luxury cars because he's rich as shit. Dom rides an old Harley. Aisling owns and adores a Mini Cooper. Me? Well, I have a RAV4 that's over 20 years old. Is it cool? No, but it does it's job and has gotten me through four moves.

Frankie, Bullet, Nicky, Connor, Chris, Murph, and some others, do drugs. The most I do is some weed gummies, which I haven't even been able to indulge in due to my state being a bag of losers who won't legalize it, so I don't have to work about that popping up on drug tests.

Many, like Lou, Nicky, Sparrow, Murph, Grace, Farah, etc., have service industry or retail jobs. I'm truly unable to work in those industries because I don't suffer fools, nor do I think one should.

A lot of these people would be considered conventionally attractive, probably. Me? I don't know. Not something I think about, I guess haha.

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I think one of the biggest differences is the way emotions are handled. Medina is far more hesitant when it comes to expressing how she feels. She tends to bottle things up, internalize them, and keep a composed exterior no matter what. Meanwhile, I’m the complete opposite. I’m very expressive and emotional, and I genuinely cannot keep things in for too long. If I feel something, chances are you’ll know eventually.

Medina is very Cancer-coded and overall heavily tied to the element of water in both characterization and behavior. She’s calm, reflective, intuitive, and emotionally deep in a quieter way. Meanwhile, my entire birth chart is basically ruled by fire. I’m much more hot-headed, impulsive, loud, and reactive compared to her calm and collected nature.

Medina has way more courage when it comes to changing her appearance. She went from long black hair to shoulder-length blonde hair without much hesitation, while I could never casually commit to something that dramatic. I do enjoy experimenting with makeup and occasionally dyeing my hair different colors, but usually after years of contemplating it first. That being said… I absolutely envy Medina’s silver-blonde look. I’d love to have hair like that myself, but I already know the maintenance would destroy me. I once had burgundy hair and maintaining that alone was already a nightmare.

Medina is definitely more introverted, whereas I’m much more extroverted. If you let me, I will genuinely yap for hours about anything and everything. Medina, meanwhile, is much more reserved and selective with her words.