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“There’s no point. I don’t fight any more. I’m just a small-village medic, not your enemy.”

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dreamingprodigy
“There’s no point. I don’t fight any more. I’m just a small-village medic, not your enemy.”
The Worst Thing
dreamingprodigy
She’s been really bad today. She hasn’t gotten out of bed to do anything more than use the bathroom—she brushed her teeth, splashed water on her face, and then got right back in bed with her fiancé. It’s nearly eleven ‘o clock—eleven ‘o clock—and she hasn’t done anything at all. It’s all his influence, of course, the fact that Shikamaru sleeps late when he can and doesn’t keep a flawless routine like she does. She had attempted getting dressed for the day at one point, around eight thirty, but the fact that he wasn’t dressed either had inspired her, and she just sort of laid back down.
Not many people get to see her like this, dressed in a big t-shirt and shorts, hair down, sleepy stuff probably still in her eyes because she may have rushed washing her face to get back to him. The longer she lays here with him, the surer she is she isn’t going to get up today. It’s a combination of several things really, how comfortable she is, how warm it is under the covers with him, how the opportunity for kissing presents itself so easily right now, how simple it is to hide her left hand should she need a moment not to look at it—
Despite her best efforts to hold it back, the guilt has begun to set in. She hasn’t told her brothers. Not that they’ve told anyone yet, but her brothers will… Temari is afraid of their reactions. She at the same time wants them to be the first to know and wants to put it off until the last minute. By the way, I’m getting married in five minutes. Will you two walk me down the aisle? It was a disastrous plan, with far more short term gain than long term, the positive aspects of which would be weighed out completely by her brothers’ reactions, the hurt, betrayal, pain on their faces. She had no doubt they’d still do it for her, hold her elbow in a fancy kimono and ‘give her away’ to Konoha, but it just wasn’t an option. She knew that, and yet it was still tempting.
Sort of like how staying in bed all day was growing all the more tempting still. If they never got up, they’d never have to tell anyone. They could have the ceremony right here in this bed.
The engagement ring, too expensive, she’d told him, but beautiful was an unfamiliar weight on her finger, but she felt amazing when she lifted her hand. Doing something so simple as pointing brought her great joy at the sight of the glittering diamond. She was getting married. To Shikamaru.
Altogether the complex swirl of emotions in her chest was tiring, so Temari tuned it out again and chose to turn over, facing her husband-to-be again. Whether he was asleep or not, she made herself comfortable on his chest. He’d probably feel the cool metal of the ring, though, resting near the right side of his ribcage, if he were awake. Which she half-wanted him to be and half didn’t. On the one hand, they could converse about something interesting if they were both awake; but on the other, she could try to go back to sleep if he were asleep himself. At the very least, she can doze lightly in her warm, comfortable world and entertain the thought of learning to respond to Nara-san.
dreamingprodigy replied to your post:❣ B)
i love how they both have that 10 star aesthetic and romantic attraction for each other omg buT THAT ICON IS SO CUTE I NEED MORE SHIKATEMA ICONS IN MY LIFE
they’re really attracted to the other’s aesthetic!! which i think involves things like the way they walk and present themselves to whoever they’re talking to and the world in general. how they dress also, but just like personality and little nervous or impatient mannerisms the other does and smiles. smiles are huge for them i believe.
dreamingprodigy replied to your post : .
[ i’ve heard good things about that game tbh ]
//Oh, yeah, it’s definitely pretty great so far, though the dialogue is a little funky and awkward in my opinion--- but I’m just easily scared so i like take my headphones off a bit sometimes ‘cause I don’t wanna get scared -u-
dreamingprodigy replied to your post: dreamingprodigy asked:hey i hope ...
[ that is such a cute icon tbh but more importantly, i’m glad you’re here to stay and being strong :-) ]
//I’ll be alright -- I’ve blocked their url, used tumblr savior and unfollowed sometimes blocking people involved. I just... want to move on. I don’t want people to white me nor to white knight them. It was a huge mess and I want it over with I’ll forever stay, well so long as I have muse! xD
(๑♡∀♡๑) >:)
A culmination, maybe that’s what this was. She’d met him years ago, and while she isn’t childish enough to believe in love to say something like it was love at first sight, something has been there, here, between them, for a while. Her eyes have caught on his, and it’s like she can’t look away. But she also doesn’t want to look away. She wants to-- She--
The sharp way her chair skids back across the floor is loud, but it’s like Temari doesn’t even notice it. In her haste, the glass she’d been drinking from falls off the table and shatters. But Temari doesn’t seem to notice that, either. She can’t seem to notice anything that isn’t Shikamaru. Sure, he’s looking at her strangely now, but that’s just because he doesn’t understand, hasn’t yet realized--
It all makes sense now. Why he’s different (to her), why she’s felt this kind of peace (with him) for a long time.
Distantly, she’s aware that she’s caused a scene with her chair-scratching and glass-shattering, but only in the most subconscious sense. All of her conscious, all of her will and active thinking, is focused on Shikamaru.
She’s standing right in front of him, eyes intense and burning with realized epiphanies; there’s not a hint of doubt or fear in her. She’s encroached upon his personal space enough as it is, but she steps closer anyway; she might even touch him. And look there her hand goes, reaching for his. Something about this moment feels right--
She never thought she’d just blurt something like this out, but--
“I’m in love with you, Shikamaru.”
dreamingprodigy replied to your post:theme song :-)
[ I LOVE ANGST AND IM HAPPY WHILE CRYING AT THE SAME TIME THANK YOU SO MUCH AHH i love imagine dragons so much too so it makes it ten times better ]
//Ahhhhh, so then I have done my job well -u-
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