Should probably throw this up here because I already posted it elsewhere on the interwebs. It’s not the best, but I always feel moved to draw stuff I get emotional about. :/
My poor and inadequate tribute to that brilliant, beautiful techno-pagan with a secret past who thought Giles was kind of a sexy fuddy-duddy and took him on a date to see monster trucks. Who called him a snob and once accidentally shot him in the back with a crossbow, but fell in love with him anyway. Who banished demons and cast bones and wore really clunky shoes. Who worked day and night to find a cure for the man who murdered her uncle and slaughtered her people, and ultimately got killed for her trouble.
I’ll miss ya Jenny.
And with that, I promise to cheer up, wipe away my tears, and go back to your regularly scheduled fandom rambling and reblogs.
(via asspansy)
