Took some time away from my essays and made this. An overview of my year on the viewpoint of my doodles/drawings/whatever I did. I couldn’t find anything in April and that was actually my depression month. But then it’s all the past now and I enjoyed going through the pictures I drew afterwards.
I used to be a pencil person, so I had to scan my sketches and do a lot of edit. But then I picked up my tablet again. There are so many people I would like to thank who were inspirations to me, fueling my little artistic drive, and allow me to subtly leave your urls in the tags.
I really enjoyed all these good times, thank you really. <3
Rule 1: Post the rules.
Rule 2: Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post and then make eleven new ones.
Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to your post.
Rule 4: Let them know they’ve been tagged!
So the answers are here. Here I’m posting my eleven questions for those whom I will be tagging.
1. What is the first thing you do when you get up (in the morning/in the afternoon/in the evening/whensoever)?
2. What would be a perfect day for you?
3. If you were given a choice to choose an entire new setting for your life, how would it be? (let say, to live in tribes and far from technology, to live in another country, etc.)
4. If I were to visit your town, could I just stay at your place?
5. If you have to power to resurrect someone, who would that be?
6. You wake up one day and then your parents tell you it is your wedding day, of which you completely have no idea. How will you react and act?
7. If you can flee to a place, in reality or fiction, where would it be?
8. If you ever have listened to songs and want to cry without any reason, which song would be the most touching song of all?
9. Do you have a living motto? What would it be?
10. What cuisine do you like best?
11. If we are to share an hour together, what will you do?
People I’m tagging (I just want to read it, no need to post another eleven questions if you don’t want to):
arkhampatient
milkdrinkingkoala
genius-billionairephilanthropist
iamthewintersoldier
angelofsymphonia
unicornsarentreal
It’s fine if any of you are busy, it’s not an obligation; and obviously it’s fine if you don’t want to let me stay at your place hahaha.
Bruce grinned, his rather ragged beard stretching wide across his smile like a temporary mask. He couldn’t help himself as he replied, “Missed you, Blake… Or should I call you Robin, now?”
He rubbed his chin with a laugh, looking at his fiery little companion. Oh, he had missed this. His travels in the past year, though they may seem to everyone who had missed him as a leisure, had been non-stop training. He had finally built his body to what it used to be, and learned to live through the agonising pain being Batman caused his body.
His travels had seen him in Bangok, Russia, Serbia, everywhere. All for one goal; To fight, underground or tournament or otherwise, just to compete with the best in the business. And he had won. Every single on of his fights he had won, with one thought spurring him on.
If I can become the Batman I once was, I can return. For him…
His Blake, his Robin. The boy who stood angry in front of him, but handsome nonetheless. The key to his happiness, this boy who turned on him with so much anger.
“Perhaps.” He quirked an eyebrow, blocking another of Blake’s blows and disappearing into the shadows with one last cocky grin.
“Or perhaps I’m here to join you.” He called from one position, quickly moving so Blake couldn’t pinpoint his location.
Again, he managed to sneak up behind Blake, grabbing him in a sold embrace. “You should not leave your back so open, it may be the death of you.”
But all playfulness left Bruce’s voice as he sighed, looking at the boy in his arms. “I really did miss you, Blake, if I could have taken you with me..”
Exhaling, he let go of the boy and stood in front of him, unguarded. If hitting him, beating him, was what it took to release the anger Blake felt at his departure, he would take it.
After all, Jonathon Blake has been abandoned enough in his lifetime.
“Don’t call me Robin.” He in fact could not remember why people started calling him Robin. Was it he himself who let the name slip out of his lips, so idiotically? All his life he avoided using his first name to others, and yet he let it become his disguise. It was not long for him to find himself regretting having the public call him Robin.
This infuriating man before him gave him headaches. Blake wanted to tie him down and send him to some tropical islands and then go back to Alfred assuring him Bruce Wayne had settled with a wonderful brand new life.
“Join? Who said-” Blake could not even catch his moves, then he was pulled in for an embrace. It was weird. Since when did Bruce become cuddly to men? “Get off me. And I don’t need you to join me, Mr. Wayne.”
Yet Blake could not deny human contact felt good. It was warm. He somehow understood why back then, Bruce never denied offers from women. Perhaps being a protecter alone in the dark was too cold for a soul.
“I would not have gone with you, you know that very well.” Blake could not leave Gotham, never. Unlike Bruce, who perhaps did listen to Alfred and dreamed for some life without Gotham, Blake could not leave this city for even a day. He could not leave the orphanage and the nids, as well as this riduculously corrupted city. He supposed he would die there, being content of what he gave up for Gotham.
Blake glanced at this man, his idol, the Batman, standing in front of him unguarded, very obviously asking for assault in his gesture. He scowled, turning away from him and heaved a sigh.
“There is no point in doing this, Mr. Wayne. See you later, I suppose.”
(Source: sillsif)
check this shit loki =3
I am losing the muse to write… Help Dx
Because fighting is hard. Causing chaos is better.nuuuu, muse come back~ *gets Bruce to strip for Blake* FOR INSPIRATION~
Aww I saw your blog description and now I am all happy being your lovely RP partner ;^; <3
And damn my tags don’t work I see nothing on the tag sillsif Dx
It was another sleepness night, another night for fighting crime. Having disposed of his uniform, Blake got used to this skin-tight suit for quite some time. The suit might be tight in an embarrassing way, yet it did help minimizing friction and stuff, all the theories Fox told him about.Skin tight, fighting crime at night. That was not his childhood dream, no matter how much he admired Batman. He dreamt of being in the police force, all proud and just, protecting Gotham with the laws. But then the system failed him, and he had to protect justice in his own way.
This path was lonely. Not that he complained, but he truly was lonely. He still went to the orphanage, but he would always be worried that one of the orphans would be used as his weakness, costing him everything he had ever cared about.
Tackling down the thugs onto the ground, Blake noticed there was someone sneaking in the shadows watching him. Frowning in an irritated way, he glared at the source of staring and waited for the man to show himself.
Bruce’s travels through the almost ghostly streets of Gotham had managed to lead him exactly where he desired to go.
“Blake.” He whispered to himself, admiring the boy’s tight costume a little too much. But God had a year and a bit of spandex done him well. With no stuffy police suit to hide his form, Bruce could admire the form of one Jonathon Blake without interruption.
The way his muscles moved, as he fought of the thugs he was currently disposing of, it was entrancing.
From his cover in the shadows, Bruce clapped slowly. He moved ever so slightly forward, so Blake would be able to still see nothing but the smug smirk he now wore on his features.
“Impressive.” He announced, masking his voice in one different to that of Bruce Wayne and of Batman. “And nice outfit, Robin.”
He laughed softly, looking at the red outfit. It was gaudy, but in a way that suited the boy, making him looking incredibly sexy… And he definitely needed to calm himself before revealing himself to Blake.
Stepping back into the cover of shadows, he disappeared from his spot in front of Blake and ran swiftly to a spot behind him, silent in his moves.
Because even if ‘Robin’ had been doing this for a year, he was still no match for someone trained by the League of Shadows.
Grasping both of the boy’s wrist, Bruce breathed into Blake’s ear in his own voice. “Hello, Jonathon..”
A voice changing skill. Blake was alerted, not knowing if the man in the shadow should be a friend or an enemy. Yet he was sure, the man was confident and skilled, and he took one step back as the man slowly approached him.
It turned out to be not such a wise move as Blake was caught by the wrist, then the creepy calling of his real name by his ear, and that familiar voice. Damn. He swore in his heart, already annoyed by the way Bruce decided to make at his come back, lowering himself then head cocking just to hit him hard on his chin - that chin which Bruce was always being flattered for.
Perhaps he was not as accomplished to win a fight with the former batman, but Blake sure would not stand there and do nothing. “Missed Gotham, Bruce?” Blake could not pin down the anxious feeling in his chest, perhaps he was confused, for his idol coming and going always, then coming back here in a rather overly intimate manner whispering to his ear.
You are such a fool, Bruce, Blake somehow was angry and he thought to himself, you could have finally left this place and be happy. Now you came back and Alfred would have to start worrying again.
“So you are now here to test me?” Blake could feel that he almost agreed on what Alfred told him, that if one cared about Bruce, one would not hope to see him back in Gotham again. Especially not with all the Bat talk again.
It had been a long time coming… Bruce Wayne’s return to Gotham. The second time he had miraculously returned from the grave.
Sighing to himself, he pulled his bag tighter from it’s position slung around his shoulder.
The city was quiet, as it was the day he had come back to fight Bane. Snow lay upon the ground, chilling the air with a sense of numbing.
Why had he come back..? He knew Alfred would be so very disappointed. But Bruce just felt he belonged in Gotham, that there was something here that, since Rachel’s death, he had not felt. A presence, which for a time he had foolishly thought was Selina, pulling him back here even after he had been away for a year..
And it was within that very year, when he had pulled himself from the wreckage of the atom bomb’s explosion and set upon another journey of revelation, that he realised a truth within himself.
His thoughts, his feelings.. There was only one presence who occupied them. Jonathon Blake, the small town orphan cop who had idolised Batman even when he was named a villain.
The boy, now a man, who had never given up on him.. The boy he had entrusted his everything to.
And now he was back, Bruce would do anything in his power to win his heart’s most wanted prize.
It was another sleepness night, another night for fighting crime. Having disposed of his uniform, Blake got used to this skin-tight suit for quite some time. The suit might be tight in an embarrassing way, yet it did help minimizing friction and stuff, all the theories Fox told him about.
Skin tight, fighting crime at night. That was not his childhood dream, no matter how much he admired Batman. He dreamt of being in the police force, all proud and just, protecting Gotham with the laws. But then the system failed him, and he had to protect justice in his own way.
This path was lonely. Not that he complained, but he truly was lonely. He still went to the orphanage, but he would always be worried that one of the orphans would be used as his weakness, costing him everything he had ever cared about.
Tackling down the thugs onto the ground, Blake noticed there was someone sneaking in the shadows watching him. Frowning in an irritated way, he glared at the source of staring and waited for the man to show himself.
(Source: sillsif)
Post TDKR, Bruce/Blake RP.
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Bruce Wayne was always an awkward existence. He had a big company, then he lost it; he had the money, then he lost it; he had a life, then he lost it. Blake did not know what to feel as he saw him on the Bat, carrying the atom bomb with him, and then the explosion in the open sea.
He did not know who he was to feel anything. At the funeral, he watched as Alfred broke down in tears, for not even being able to bury his dear boy at last. He watched as Fox went mute, hands in his pockets, staring into distance. He was staring at the gravestone, Bruce Wayne, his hero’s name written there. He did not know what to feel, as he found himself having some difficulties in distinguishing between the symbol and the man himself.
Blake was given the Bat Cave and all the equipment inside, knowing that it meant Bruce passing on the symbol to him, wanting him to be the knight for Gotham when Bruce could not be there.
Blake somehow understood why he had to leave, especially after taking responsibility in protecting Gotham, a city becoming his city, the pressure was immeasurable. If it wasn’t Alfred and Fox being there for him, Blake was certain that he would have broken long since.
That way he really did understand why Bruce had to leave, yet in his bones, he still had that undefined feeling. He supposed he had not the time to figure what his heart was busying about when his city needed protection, so he brushed it away.
He always wanted to tell Bruce that he understood. But what he didn’t understand was why he came back.
