// don’t work tomorrow but it’s my sisters 10th wedding anniversary and I get to see everyone (including my cutie patootie nieces) so I don’t want to miss it. Take care all and i’ll be back in the afternoon.



bigredandreadytorock:

maryanne-hukusha-sha-ninja:

bigredandreadytorock:

[ Dear Santa, what I want for Christmas is to be a good artist.

thank you

Bigred-mun]

// surely you didn’t get the memo? Christmas came early this year. (pssssst, you’re already an amazing artist ;D )

[  :C

i want to be better :c ]

// *hugs* Bruna, if you get any better, surely the earth will implode on itself. ^_^ You’re already amazing, but if you truly wish to get better, I’d suggest starting with drawing things that you hate. Hands, anatomy, whatever it is that you hate drawing because you feel like you do it wrong/disproportionate/badly. I know it sounds weird to say to draw what you hate, but it’ll give you practice. And practice helps. Even if you hate it. Just keep on doing it until you notice that, hey…. that hand looks pretty good. Or maybe those legs are nicely in proportion. Don’t draw only bad things of course, cause that might make you sad and possibly make you want to give up. For every 15 minutes you do the hard/bad/hated stuff, do 15-20 of the fun stuff.   Just a thought though.



nexuschampion ;
Dartanian

"Dartanian is, of course, my adopted brother. As in, we both met one night on a random happenstance, and sort of immediately felt comfortable with each other’s personalities. We get along quite well in the humor category, not to mention we both have been through some hardships in our lives that it makes it easy to feel like we can relate to one another in a way that others may not be able to. Plus, he’s quite smart and we have a lot of similar likes and dislikes."

"…He’s a big ol’ goofball, though he tries to hide it."



bigredandreadytorock:

[ Dear Santa, what I want for Christmas is to be a good artist.

thank you

Bigred-mun]

// surely you didn’t get the memo? Christmas came early this year. (pssssst, you’re already an amazing artist ;D )



Anonymous ;
Thelonemutation

Give me a name and I’ll have my muse explain their relationship with said person.

"Mathias?" 

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"Hmm, well I assume we’re friends, though we don’t really see much of each other unless I stop by. I know he’s just gone through something very intense and traumatic, but I sort of get the impression he doesn’t really like me around."

"…it’s probably all in my head, but I do understand if it isn’t."



drdxlphinecormier:

I was tagged by  it-was-the-necklace-i-swear

Rules: just insert your answers to the questions below. Tag at least 10 followers

  • Name: Vikkie
  • Nickname: Vik, Vikster, Vixen, The Sweetheart who makes my coffee, Harold (ask and you shall find out why)
  • Birthday: February 21
  • Gender: Female
  • Sexuality: Bi/Pansexual
  • Height: 5’5”
  • Time zone: EST
  • What time and date is it there: August 31, 9:00 PM
  • Average hours of sleep I get each night: between 4-5 week days, 8-9+ on the weekends
  • OTPs: The Writer’s Amethyst, (OTP as bro and sis) Lil Tall Bro, Leoanne (*sniffles*), and others… 
  • The last thing I Googled was: What is the 10th wedding anniversary symbol
  • First word that comes to mind:  Hurt
  • What I last said to a family member: Not awkward. More than likely it’ll just be me 
  • One place that makes me happy and why: Deserres. It’s an art supplies store and it truly has just about anything and everything.
  • How many blankets I sleep under: One, but usually two.
  • Favourite beverage: Rootbeer
  • The last movie I watched in the cinema: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (YEAH! :D  Guardians was pre opening night :p)
  • Three things I can’t live without: Reassurance, hugs, and sweet things.
  • Something I plan on learning: How to make a wood lathe.
  • A piece of advice for all my followers: No one is better than you. You may not see it because you are so close to your feelings that you just simply cannot see anything passed that. But the people who are beyond your sight range and all around you, they see the entire picture and just how awesome you are. Never believe those doubts that you tell yourself. You are always worth it. ALWAYS.
  • You have to listen to this song: Happy
  • My blog(s): vixen212 , raphtheolderredbastard

Tagging: (anyone who really wants to do this can, those who don’t want to don’t have to), nexuschampionthelonemutation , shelledpoet , leonardohamatotheblue , captainleohamato , blankmutant , gearhead-supreme , bigredandreadytorock , seylinaadilarin



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roleplayingconfessionsfromrpers:

I feel like no matter how well and realistically my OC’s ships develop, they never actually matter because everyone’s favorite ships are with canon characters.

roleplayingconfessionsfromrpers:

I feel like no matter how well and realistically my OC’s ships develop, they never actually matter because everyone’s favorite ships are with canon characters.

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// oops, it’s already 1am and I didn’t get any replies finished today. *sigh* Well, at least tomorrow is Friday and a long weekend, so I’ll get to everything hopefully then. But, I really need to head to bed now and get a bit of sleep at least. Take care all!



bigredandreadytorock:

[…welp now im sad]

[[ nooooo! *sends all sorts of hugs and chocolate* Is there anything any of us can do to cheer you up? D: ]]





// sadly with that, I must be off. Need to get some sleep tonight since I’ve got lots to do tomorrow. So night all, replies have been drafted and I shall continue being more active tomorrow after work. Take care everyone!



nexuschampion ;
Smoking - "Holy freaking crap that was a lot of dudes we just took down. I'm exhausted. Can I have one?"

nexuschampion:

maryanne-hukusha-sha-ninja:

maryanne-hukusha-sha-ninja:

Maryanne blinked with her own already lit cigarette between her lips, glanced up and stared at Mikey dumbfounded. This was the first time he’d ever actually shown any interest in smoking, after the countless times they’d fought enemies, or just been out on night runs and patrols. So, why now, she wondered.

She remained quiet for a moment, before nodding her head as she reached back into the pack that she still held in her hand, and withdrew one more cigarette for him with her free hand. “This is a first.” she commented nonchalantly, as she extended the smoke towards him and shot him a curious look.

-   He was bubbly and spontaneous normally, yes. But this? This felt like it was more than that, but it was entirely possible that she was seeing something that wasn’t there at all. Didn’t stop her curiosity from going into overdrive though.

Maryanne raised her cigarette to her lips, and took a long slow drag as she eyed him. Nope. She wasn’t going to cave to this. She was a kunoichi. A strong, usually independent woman, and she was not going to show weakness due to her overwhelming curious nature. Nope. 

Not at all.

"But why now?"  God damnit Mary.

Mikey peered over at her and flicked away the ash. He knew it would be obvious he knew how to smoke too, making it all the more mysterious. 

"Why not?" he shrugged. 

Watching her curiosity eat at her was entertaining and he couldn’t help but grin, just a sliver.

Maryanne blew out the smoke and flashed him a slightly irritated look. He knew damn well that didn’t answer her question, so it was clear now that he was obviously doing this on purpose. Letting out a slightly aggravated sigh, she glanced away as she tapped her cigarette with her index finger, in an attempt to get rid of the excess ash on the end, and focused on a few of the men that were tied up for the authorities below.

She was in a slight bit of a foul mood due to the large group they’d just fought, and random appearance of the men as well didn’t bode well with her. “I don’t know.” she muttered more angrily than she’d intended it to sound, and almost immediately sighed in exasperation at herself.

"Sorry…" her tone had quickly changed into an apologetic one, and she turned back to look at her companion. "I’m just worried. Some of the men down there were wearing a mark I recognize all too well."



thelonemutation:

maryanne-hukusha-sha-ninja:

thelonemutation:

SEND ME A ★ FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS PICKING THEM UP AND THROWING THEM OVER THEIR SHOULDER

Mathias blinked, looking at Maryanne as best as he could. “What.”

Enough was enough, in her mind anyways. She’d been quietly watching over Mathias after he’d been back from being kidnapped for some time, how long ago it had been she wasn’t sure, but she felt there was a need of spontaneous fun. He’d been overly quiet, reserved, and a lot of other mannerisms that she fully recognized as receding into oneself. Not a good thing at all, she knew that at least.

So she needed to get some fun in, and it needed to be soon. So after a moment of thinking over and quick planning on what could be done, she decided on a quick out of the blue playful grab an’ nab, before heading out of the lair and into the sewers.

"Mathias, believe me. This is for your own good, okay?" she murmured to him without halting in her movement, as she crouched down only barely to pick up a pre-made duffel bag, and continued forward into the sewers.

Mathias wasn’t squirming or anything, really. He was just overly confused. He might have been small, but he was still and adult turtle, wasn’t he heavy for Maryanne? It didn’t seem like it, or, if he was too heavy, she wasn’t showing it all. Credit where it’s due.

He watched curiously as they walked away from the lair and he rose an eyeridge, turning his head to look over his shoulder at Maryanne in confusion. He frowned and pursed his lips. The last thing he wanted right now was to leave the safety of the lair.

"My own good?" He repeated. He gave a small sigh and managed a glance at the bag and squirmed lightly at that point. "Where are we going?"

Truth be told, he was heavy. Surely not because of his size because he wasn’t overly huge or buff. But certainly the shell counted as a good amount of his weight, and it wasn’t long before she started feeling winded. This was definitely turning out to be one heck of a workout!

So when he started squirming, she decided they were far enough away from the lair to let him down. Carefully. After having done so, she placed the duffel on a nearby pipe, and unzipped it before reaching inside. “Yes. For your own good. You can’t stay cooped up down in the lair for the rest of your life you know.”

Pulling out something big, she turned and extended her arms out to him, offering him the trenchcoat and hat that rested atop them. “I know that what you went through was traumatizing, and that you must have been scared beyond belief… but you cannot let that stop you.”

Maryanne glanced down to the items in her hands, before looking back up at Mathias. “I thought… perhaps you’d like to join me. There’s a smallish fair in Central Park and, I thought that maybe you’d like a night of distraction.” She smiled faintly, almost sadly, clearly rethinking her plan was written all over her features.

This is so stupid. Why did I think this would help?



thelonemutation:

SEND ME A ★ FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS PICKING THEM UP AND THROWING THEM OVER THEIR SHOULDER

Mathias blinked, looking at Maryanne as best as he could. “What.”

Enough was enough, in her mind anyways. She’d been quietly watching over Mathias after he’d been back from being kidnapped for some time, how long ago it had been she wasn’t sure, but she felt there was a need of spontaneous fun. He’d been overly quiet, reserved, and a lot of other mannerisms that she fully recognized as receding into oneself. Not a good thing at all, she knew that at least.

So she needed to get some fun in, and it needed to be soon. So after a moment of thinking over and quick planning on what could be done, she decided on a quick out of the blue playful grab an’ nab, before heading out of the lair and into the sewers.

"Mathias, believe me. This is for your own good, okay?" she murmured to him without halting in her movement, as she crouched down only barely to pick up a pre-made duffel bag, and continued forward into the sewers.