#whisperswar

                   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

mEL I SWEAR @whisperswar

frank is finley’s dad now.

          Diners were a guilty pleasure.  The food was usually terrible, greasy and awful BUT that didn’t mean that Yaron didn’t stop at a couple whenever he was in the city.  Diners there always felt different.  Maybe it was the anonymity, or better yet the fact that no one really cared why he was there.  Most of the time he stopped in after being lost for who knew how long.  This night wasn’t any different except that instead of aimlessly walking he headed in for a little heat, no food, just tea which the more he thought about it sounded really weird.   

     ❝ Do I know you? ❞  

   His backpack had been torn from his shoulders. Words were yelled in his ear. A knife flashed before his eyes. Nathan screamed, because that’s what people were supposed to do when someone grabbed them off the sidewalk, right? They screamed a desperate wail of terror despite knowing that you were supposed to yell a word, a name, anything identifiable. Fire! would have people come running. A name would have people remembering what they heard. But just screaming? Sometimes people thought it was a joke, just people fooling around, someone startled by a shadow, even just a yell of laughter. Feet kicked wildly as the boy was hoisted into the air and Nathan's scream turned into a yell, a bundle of flailing fists and struggling as hard as he could.

   Until the hands were TORN from him.

happy birthday girl!