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JBB: An Artblog!
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One Nice Bug Per Day
YOU ARE THE REASON
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
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like / reblog this if you are interested in roleplaying with l.ara c.roft from the t.omb r.aider franchise! primarily survivor timeline based, with hints of the classic and legend timeline and heavy use of my own personal headcanons. face-claims include c.amilla l.uddington, d.aisy r.idley and h.ayley a.twell, but mainly use in-game icons. private and dash-only, but open to explore l.ara with other fandoms / character!
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you live in your shackles. you were born in them. raised in them. tainted by the metal that rubs against your skin. and when, only when they came loose. did the shackles fall, was the monster released. a monster that drove on the spill of blood, the hurt, the pain, the agony. ending with an everlasting burn, and the shackles reattached, hot, burning shackles. that remind you, for the rest of time. that you may never be free. even in death. // private anakin skywalker / darth vader. loved by chloe.
i need to get back here, but i swear the arkham series has taken over my life again, so i’m going to be slowly rebooting diana until i feel all gucci again about my blog !
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i took a slight break, completely by accident. i got re-hooked onto a/rkham k/night and didn’t wanna stop playing it for what ... almost a week? and i’m sorry. but i’m slowly trying to bring myself back here and write some more. so i think i’m going to swing some w/onder w/oman on and take a dive into my drafts.
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I miss you, mom
❛ bartholomew. ❜ she couldn’t help but grin, a soft motherly hand reaching up to cup the younger man’s cheek, shaking her head slightly, almost in disbelief. she wasn’t even GONE for a few days, perhaps five or six, she lost count. but it was nice to know that she was MISSED. ❛ i’m back now, do not worry. i wasn’t gone THAT long was i? ❜
I used to want to save the world. To end war and bring peace to mankind. But then, I glimpsed the darkness that lives within their light. I learned that inside every one of them, there will always be both. The choice each must make for themselves - something no hero will ever defeat. I’ve touched the darkness that lives in between the light. Seen the worst of this world, and the best. Seen the terrible things men do to each other in the name of hatred, and the lengths they’ll go to for love. Now I know. Only love can save this world. So I stay. I fight, and I give… for the world I know can be. This is my mission, now. For ever.
im about to have a meltdown. i just found out t/roy b/aker is going to mcm in september, to which i am also going for the third year in a row. AND I’M ABOUT TO SCREAM, IT’S BEEN THREE YEARS OF CLOSE ENCOUNTERS AT CONS AND I FINALLY GET TO MEET HIS ASS IM SO HAPPY
“ I wish we had more time together.”
❛ satine. ❜ her voice, quiet and sad. leaving as an option she had to take, she didn’t want to leave MANDALORE, she didn’t want to leave satine. it was her duty to protect, protect her. and yet she had to leave, as an amazon, from the planet of THEMYSCIRA. required her to help the republic in their fight, a planet across the galaxy, taken over by the separatists, unable to receive their supplies. CUT OFF by the separatists. and she was asked, no. REQUESTED to help the fight.
and as her duty, as an amazon. she had to help. she had to fight. IT WAS HER DUTY. even if that means leaving satine for a few short months, possibly longer. she moved closer, reaching out slowly to place her hands on each side of satine’s face, gently stroking her skin and a sad smile grew across her face. tilting her head down to look down at the smaller woman, memorising her face. every small little line, every little way her face moved. EVERYTHING, just to remind her of why she wants to win this war.
❛ i’ll return as soon as i can, satine. I PROMISE. ❜ and she intended on keeping that promise. making sure that this galaxy was safe, safe for everyone, and more important, SAFE FOR SATINE. slowly she leaned in, brushing her lips off satine’s, taking everything in. before leaning in to kiss her properly, holding her face still as she pushes everything into the kiss, passion and love. wanting to hold this moment forever.
the ship was leaving, she had too move back. so she did, slowly and unwilling, brushing her hand off his skin again, dropping her hands fully and taking a step back from her. ❛ i love you... ❜ a smile, filled with hope was pushed across to her, and that is when she took her turn, facing away from satine, bringing a hand up to wipe away the single tear that was TRYING to escape during their goodbye, heading straight to the ship waiting to take her away.
wonder woman (2017) sentence starters / accepting.
my hands? ready to be held
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welp. i just finished the new episode for t/elltale b/atman and its still fucking me up! and thanks to that, it jumped started my drive to do some drafts, god bless. SO I’LL BE HERE TONIGHT AND HOPEFULLY GET A STARTER CALL POSTED.
i’ve been out all day. which is surprising. had to play p/ower r/angers with the squad. but i’m home and i’m ready to sit down and try to get some drafts done!!
i’m a tired. but this is your daily reminder that i love red aka my one and only steve, @spytruth
it was an accident. did he know that? she wasn't sure. but she had to keep telling herself that, over and over. IT WAS JUST AN ACCIDENT. she didn't mean to harm him, for a brief second she had lost control, her excitement and her strength got the better of her, hearing his sharp gasp of pain, left her trembling, she had moved back, left the room. sitting in the darkness of the makeshift 'living room' of steve trevor's apartment. knees up against her chest on the couch, head dug between her knees
HER STRENGTH is one thing he knows to never underestimate — he has seen her jump over rooftops and unroot tanks from the ground, has seen her in battle and amidst diplomats. he is aware, more than anything, of his own frail mortality, one which places him always in the danger of either hospitalisation or imminent death. how easy it is to end !! one step wrong, swallowed by flame & time, only to be spit out once more, how easy can his breath turn to naught.
but he also trusts her. he knows that she would never willingly harm him in any way, that she treasures his life & well-being ( as odd as it is, to have a goddess, AN ANGEL, looking out for him when he doesn’t know what he did to deserve it . . . ), so when, in the midst of playful fighting, she wraps her fingers around him too hard, he is about to laugh it off when she stands and runs off, leaving behind a very confused man.
he is HESITANT to follow, mindful of the bruises blooming upon scarred flesh, but he does not linger for long — and when he finds her not too far, trying to make herself as small as possible in the dark, he knows he had made the right choice. “ hey, hey, diana ——– ” bones groaning from the movement, he kneels next to her, so he may brush aside long hair & guide her chin upwards ; there is WORRY evident in his gaze, but he tempers it, offering a gentle, lopsided smile instead.
“ you can’t keep runnin’ off whenever something like this happens, love. ” blue eyes twinkle with mirth, despite the situation & he leans forward until he can brush a kiss onto her forehead, down her cheek. “ — besides, i’m not gonna break. i may not have been sculpted from clay, but i’m made from stronger stuff. i’m pretty sure i’ve been through stuff more life-threatening than you squeezing a little too hard. ”
i a tired, but i’m a sad tired you feel? like i still feel pretty meh. so hopefully sleep and snuggles with jabba will make me feel better. i’ll be back in the morning to try and through the last of my drafts!
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spytruth / steve trevor.
SWAYING, SWAYING —- just as she sways his heart, just as she makes him feel as if nothing in the world matters but her ; reminiscence of a time without her in his life seems HALLOW, empty, colourless, not when she brings with her gilded rays of sunlight, not when she holds within her hands the power to both make him and break him ; a better man, for her, but for himself as well. A BETTER FUTURE. “ well then, ” her laughter in echoed in his own, a warmth he was unaware he could wield before, free hand shifting away a midnight strand of hair from where it had fallen to her cheek, bringing her closer & closer & closer still until he may rest his arm on her back, mindful of the place. the smile he gives is entirely ADORNING, chiselled features illuminating with the gentle curve of his lips, a kiss brushed ‘pon her brow. “ sway with me, diana. && perhaps you could teach me what real dancing means to you later. ”
the closeness of a dance, or their SWAY. no longer frightened her, she moved closer to him, holding tighter onto this hand, but not enough to break him. oh hera, she could never do that to him. the strength of the gods was at her fingertips, in a single motion and he could SNAP! and she would never be able to live with herself. she moved closer, BREATHING IN HIS SCENT. how was it possible that he could smell like home already? how could he already be her world? the reason she was breathing. the reason she was living. ❛ will this end the same way, steve? ❜ a smirk twitched from the corners of her lip. that night in veld, THE INN. the way she and steve held each other in ways she had only read about. the way they touched, THE KISS. everything about it. it was almost perfect.
shescreech / dinah lance.
HANDS PLANT ‘PON HIPS , movements slowing to a standstill beside the woman . ❛ it’s nearly two in t’ mornin’ , diana . ❜ soft chuckle pulls from bow like lips , sable brow arching as words hang within still air . ❛ no , no , it’s fine . i was on night shift last night . hopin’ to sleep in a little , but duty calls . what’cha got for me ? ❜
❛ really? time sure does FLY by, huh? ❜ she glanced at the woman next to her, a smirk twitched upon the corners of her lip. a hand was raised, softly placed upon the back shoulder of her fellow hero, a gentle pat and rub passed over. GRATEFUL that was here, regardless of the time. or how tired she was. ❛ if you had known how TIRED you were. i’d never have called you out here, dinah. that was my mistake. ❜ moving towards the computer, clicking on a single file, throwing up multiple tabs on recent CRIMINAL ACTIVITY. but nothing found on justice league databases, no. this was PERSONAL. ❛ this is barbara ann minerva — THE CHEETAH. ❜
