#onyovrleft

                   DAY 02: favorite portrayals of a character in another fandom

         god there are just so many beautiful and wonderful muns that portray wonderful characters, i have a lot of different fandoms that i follow and sometimes i don’t actually interact with a lot of the people that i do follow - however i will be naming you and showering you in all the love that you deserve for being an amazing and wonderful mun and muse. everyone of you guys have managed to put a smile on my face whenever i see you on my dash. i hope that we continue to interact in the future and if we haven’t before - i hope that we do, because you are all amazing.

star wars       luke skywalker - @hopegave       poe dameron - @rarepilot       anakin skywalker - @neversith       amilyn holdo -  @rebeladmiral

dceu        diana prince - @aetosdios        arthur curry - @tagaloa

aliens        ellen ripley - @thedestrcyer        dwayne hicks - @colonialhicks

marvel          steve rogers - @onyovrleft ; @warartist          frank castle - @whisperswar          sooraya qadir - @qdir

vampire diaries          caroline forbes - @seesgood

lucifer on fox            lucifer morningstar - @samaelnomcre

        a  lasting  reminder  of  the  civil  war  remains  ‘pon  her  chest  ----  a  burn  mark  that  radiates  &  bleeds  outwards  in  the  shape  of  a  heart.  &  if  she  gave  her  metaphorical  heart  for  her  friends,  her  TEAM  to  live,  it  would  be  worth  it,  right   ?

        they’re  worth  it.  

        still,  dawn  approaches,  and  the  scientist  trudges  slowly  to  the  kitchen  to  make  yet  another  pot  of  coffee.  the  rest  of  the  team  would  be  waking  up  any  minute,  anyways.  she  hears  footsteps  soon  after  the  smell  of  fresh  coffee  hits  the  air,  correctly  assuming  it  to  be  the  captain  himself.

       she  already  has  a  cup  poured  for  him.

                                    she’s  positioned  at  his  three  o-clock,                    gaze  focused  intently  through  the  scope  of  the  RIFLE  that  seems  too  big  for  her  small  hands.                   it’s  a  familiar  position  ;  she’s  been  here  many  times  throughout  the  years  --  but  never  looking  at  HIM.                she  has  no  memory  of  the  blonde  she’s  watching  through  the  glass.                   he’s  laughing  &  HAPPY  on  his  phone  ;  but  she’s  not  blind  to  the  realm  of  just  how  OUT  OF  PLACE  he  looks  in  the  setting.              she  knows  nothing  of  him  outside  of  his  capabilities  ;  he’s  her  mission.                   &  so  she  waits,                   speaking  quietly  into  a  microphone  just  under  her  ear  --  alerting  anyone  to  any  of  his  movements.                      she’s  supposed  to  take  a  shot  ;  clean  up  the  mission  quick  &  simply.                    but  there’s  a  lingering  tick  in  the  back  of  her  mind  that  dares  her  to  MISS.                    she’ll  attribute  it  to  wanting  to  see  him  fighting  up  close.                      an  agent  could  only  hear  so  many  stories  before  they  became  CURIOUS.                  

                                  so  that’s  what  she  does  ;   she  fires  &  sends  the  phone  in  his  hand  flying  to  the  ground  in  pieces.                 she’ll  smirk  around  the  gun  &  quickly  gather  her  things  before  taking  off  in  the  building.               

                          ( |  golden waterfall cascading down her back, fifth drink in hand - she’s a picture to witness; sharp smiles &&.  the icy stern posture of her shoulders; she is as REGAL even without her title               her mind flits: shaw took her to Tate Britain once, &&. he’d danced with her to the Devil’s fiddle, her laughter had rung out in the entire gallery; scott told her it’s not you it’’s me, all her old friends are dead or hate her, she’s headmistress where the popular opinion isn’t quite in her balance; yet she is still a QUEEN;              she approaches the soul shining across the room with it’s misery. it’s obvious captain america didn’t replace STARK because of his impeccable PR skills. a glorious SMILE, curling up in a shadow of the past; she knows exactly how beautiful she is, and maybe a long-lost reminiscing will make this black tie event more tolerable. an eyebrow curled up, &&.  she brushes against his shoulder, a subtle invasion of his space that isn’t enough to make him uncomfortable, but just close enough that their conversation remains private. suggestive glint, painting’s complete - | )

                                                                                                         bc our babies deserve love x

― * ✧           she didn’t understand how she could be so nervous. after everything she’s been through, bella thought that going on a d a t e would be a piece of cake. BUT she guessed wrong, especially after it was her who had asked steve out. she noticed he had been talking about going dancing for a while now and well - bella had picked the perfect place.