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@oahu-burning-love
Howzit brah! Wen ste a while since I get fo’ make show a my pictchahs an’ talk story wid folk, yeah? So heah da deal: you kin ask me enny kine a question an’ I kin make some kine a pictchahs fo’ you kin look at.
(( I know it's a long shot, since this blog has been dead for like, a year or more, and from the looks of everyone I followed here is also le gone... but hey, if anyone's out there still and interested, mim's got her own ask blog now where SHE does the art responses. ))
Two finished commissions for the wonderful DoktorGirlfriend - Christmas presents for her roleplaying friend’s various OC’s!!!
Thanks so much for the work - these were way too fun!
<3
My commission information can be found HERE
(please commission me I am so broke and I like making arts I have FIVE open slots!! Thank you!!)
They’re wonderful! Thank you again!
Merry early Christmas Janie, D, Delena, and Aaron!
-UNGODLY SCREAMING- LOOK AT THIS, SO MUCH GINIAM, SO MUCH SHIP 10/10 THIS IS WONDERFUL, THANK YOU MISSY!
Reblogging the babies one more time because they need to be on Miriam's blog >BV
YAY MORE GIFTS
AND IT’S MIM AND GINO drawn by Quincy who is amazing as always, for it is for Aaron and Delena! You guys are great and I love you so much <3
HEY I’M GONNA REBLOG THIS HERE FIRST BECAUSE I’M ON THIS PROFILE WHEN I OPENED THE LINK
MY OTP TO RULE THEM ALL AND THEY ARE BEING CUTE AND MAKING SILLY FACES AND BEING PERFECT
*coos* my babies UvU
QUINCY THEY ARE FUCKING CUTE OKAY
*comes back to life to share this cute ass pic*
so much love sunny ;-;
i just... i love these guys so so much
Da Slippah (local kine multi-tool)
-provides foot protection -fly swatter -roach whacker -lick your braddah/sista/friends NEW FEATURE! *place em on your hands for run faster* So easy your tutu can use um ;)
~buy one, get the other side free~
hillcountry-hippie-hardhat replied to your post: *Ring ring!*
Hey there honey! How’s my favorite momma doin’?
Willie!
*Allen apparently doesn't appreciate Miriam's sudden outburst, if the loud bawling at the receiver is any indication. It doesn't stop her from grinning in the least.*
Willie, ste great fo' heah from you! Wen busy 'round heah, but dat kine a goes, y'know? How 'bout you? You guys fine enny jobs an' da kine heah?
*Ring ring!*
*In the middle of trying to quiet a loud squawling fit of Allen's, Miriam crab walks her way to the phone.*
Howzit! Who dis?
Oh, well I guess if I can’ wipe my ass I cin jus’ sit it on your nice couch~
*And she struts her way over to plop down on it, wiggling her butt for emphasis.*
Aw yeah, gettin’ da job done fo’ me.
*laughs*
So, you feel bettah about me keepin’ him now dat we all got out?
Maybe zhat’s acceptable behavior for a backvards foreigner, but in America ve vipe our own ass Miriam.
-Isaak shakes his head and chuckles at her display, joining her on the other end of the couch. Her question earns her an irritable click of the tongue. He doesn’t enjoy when this subject comes, and he feels she should know that. And he feels a little guilty having his old sentiments brought up as he cradles the cause of those sentiments against his chest-
I don’t understand vhy you need to bring zhat up so much. It doesn’t matter vhat I zhought, it never did, you made your decision.
-He strokes the top of Allen’s head gently as the kettle begins to whistle from the kitchen-
But to answer your question I zhink zhis vill be much better for him. Families shouldn’t be away from each ozher, you know? So yes, I do love.
I’ve been speaking to Diana about her and Vasilisa coming here, actually.
Aw, sorry Issy, I jus' nevah got da hang a toilet papah heah; jus' don' wipe as good as palm leaves.
*She sticks her tongue out at him, not dropping her amused look even when his own expression shifts in irritation.*
It mattahs fo' me fo' my own reasons, beb.
*Her features do soften though, as she notes how affectionately he handles her son. While she's always been aware that he helped raise his niece, she'd never been able to properly picture Isaak with a child; now that she sees the scene in action, a warm fondness spreads through her chest, and even his grumping can't sour her contentment. As the kettle goes off, she instinctively reaches to take Allen back.*
Yeah... ste awful glad he cin grow up wit' us from da staht, fo' shua. Jus' wish dere wen some weah fo' my own family an' Ginny's fo' ste in da same place. But you naht cin take a Matt'ews outta Bastahn, an' a Ko'olau'uhane outta O'ahu... Well, oddah dan me, a course.
*She lights up with a grin.*
Yeah? Dey gon' come?
oahu-burning-love replied to your post: *LOOK OUT ISAAK, SHE’S GOT AN ARM FULL OF BABY AND SHE’S AT YOUR DOOR. It’s after one, so she figures he’ll be awake by now, and proceeds to gently rap on the door to get his attention. Or Dimitri’s. Whichever.*
Issy! *she swipes a quick, one-armed hug from him before he backs away toward the kitchen and follows him in. She steals a look around the place, getting a feel for it, and turns to Isaak with a grin.* Yeah, brah! Jus’ a liddle weiahd, you know?
You’re not alone, love, it’s going to be strange for all of us. And ve’re all adjusting in our own vays—some of us vere zhere much longer zhen ozhers. It’s going to be harder for zhem to go back to living zhis vay.
-He can’t help but think about Mona as the kettle fills up. Once he’s satisfied with it’s heft he places it on the stove and lights up the gas.
You’ll be fine, zhough, I know zhat. And your beautiful family. May I hold him?
Heh… Yeah, I. I wen workin’ fo’ BLU fo’… Almos’ twelve yeahs, shit. I mean, shua, I kine a wen a domestic gal ennyweah, but jus’ da same; some a da freedoms heah on da outside ste weird. An’, you know, I kine a felt like a kid in some weahs in da industry; lotta tings wen taken ceah a dat we nevah had fo’ boddah wit’, like groc’ries, an’ bat’room stuff, an’ really all da necessary din’s all aroun’—
*She stops then, laughing sheepishly, and nods at his request. She carefully lifts Allen up toward Isaak.*
Ceahful, he still ste bad at keepin’ up his head on his own. *she hums* But yeah, I wen raddah gettin’ used fo’ civilian life all ovah again ovah stayin’ back dere.
Bathroom stuff? Did you forget how to vipe your ass?
-Isaak chuckles lightly as he takes the infant gently, taking care to support his head and bottom properly. It takes him back to cradling his niece, and even Diana (though that memory is foggy). Fortunately he’s become much better at the task since he was a ten year old boy impatiently cradling a crying kid sister. He kisses the top of Allen’s head-
It’s okay your mama can’t vipe her ass eizher.
Oh, well I guess if I can' wipe my ass I cin jus' sit it on your nice couch~
*And she struts her way over to plop down on it, wiggling her butt for emphasis.*
Aw yeah, gettin' da job done fo' me.
*laughs*
So, you feel bettah about me keepin' him now dat we all got out?
oahu-burning-love replied to your post: *LOOK OUT ISAAK, SHE’S GOT AN ARM FULL OF BABY AND SHE’S AT YOUR DOOR. It’s after one, so she figures he’ll be awake by now, and proceeds to gently rap on the door to get his attention. Or Dimitri’s. Whichever.*
Issy! *she swipes a quick, one-armed hug from him before he backs away toward the kitchen and follows him in. She steals a look around the place, getting a feel for it, and turns to Isaak with a grin.* Yeah, brah! Jus’ a liddle weiahd, you know?
You’re not alone, love, it’s going to be strange for all of us. And ve’re all adjusting in our own vays—some of us vere zhere much longer zhen ozhers. It’s going to be harder for zhem to go back to living zhis vay.
-He can’t help but think about Mona as the kettle fills up. Once he’s satisfied with it’s heft he places it on the stove and lights up the gas.
You’ll be fine, zhough, I know zhat. And your beautiful family. May I hold him?
Heh... Yeah, I. I wen workin' fo' BLU fo'... Almos' twelve yeahs, shit. I mean, shua, I kine a wen a domestic gal ennyweah, but jus' da same; some a da freedoms heah on da outside ste weird. An', you know, I kine a felt like a kid in some weahs in da industry; lotta tings wen taken ceah a dat we nevah had fo' boddah wit', like groc'ries, an' bat'room stuff, an' really all da necessary din's all aroun'--
*She stops then, laughing sheepishly, and nods at his request. She carefully lifts Allen up toward Isaak.*
Ceahful, he still ste bad at keepin' up his head on his own. *she hums* But yeah, I wen raddah gettin' used fo' civilian life all ovah again ovah stayin' back dere.
*She chuckles and shakes her head, lifting Allen a little in Gino’s direction, offering him to his father to hold.*
T’anks beb; naht cin seah I hate cookin’, yeah? Heh, he ste jus’ fine, an’ wen in a good mood toddeah. Didn’ cry when I tried fo’ play peek-a-boo dis time!
*And now that the guilt about not working has dissipated, her usual swell of overwhelming happiness and contentment takes over once again as she takes in the fact that they’re out of a warzone and in a home, and as Allen’s passed to Gino, she gives her fiance a better kiss to express what her words will fail to.*
*Takes Allen carefully, looking up at the cooing baby, giving him a sappy, warm and overly fatherly smile. This was his boy, the culmination of all his hard work and all his love. Jesus, what an adorable child. *
Heh, can’t say I blame him fer cryin, ain’t nothin scariah than suddenly not bein able ta see, especially before yer even able ta remembah anything good.
Could you.. Cook that for me now, I’m kind of really hungry.
*She clucks as she idly tickles the palm of Allen's tiny hand.*
Wen taught kids liked dat game. Well, I mean, he seem fo' like it planny now, heh.
*She stands and stretches, still reveling in how much easier the task is with all that baby weight off, and she nudges Gino's foot with her own, grinning.*
Wen told you I got it done already fo' you, ipo. No point keepin' you hungry aftah a long deah, yeah? C'mon, Ginny~ 'Less you wan' fo' ste couch potatoes an' eat on da couch, heh.
*It's not a terrible idea, so she fetches the plates she set out for herself and him and pulls out Allen's playpen to keep him busy until his own feeding time before making a second trip to the tiny kitchen for their drinks. The television chatters on softly, but when they're settled in with their dinners, she's too busy paying attention to Gino to notice.*
Nevah wen boddahed fo' ask what you guys ste buildin' down dere, ennyweah; looked planny big doh.
Updated her info finally
http://oahu-blu-bonfire.tumblr.com/Miriam
does anybody else have that friend that you’re pretty sure is your soulmate but in a friend way
"Take my hand
And take me whole life too"
*Leasing a small apartment in Chicago wasn’t how Miriam had always envisioned her newly-free life all these years, but it’s the pitstop before Boston, and that’s all that matters. Well, that and the fussing infant on the floor with her, staring her in the face with a look of frustration. Or maybe focus? Constipation?
The few weeks she got to spend getting parenting tips from her own folks in person were helpful, but still not enough to glean what kind of face her son is making at her. He’s got lovely eyes, she thinks with a grin, blue like Gino’s, and she covers the child’s eyes with her hand to get a reaction. No fuss, just giggles, bubbly and squeaky, and she pulls her hand away to see his pretty blue eyes again and rub her nose to his.
She has a son.*
*Gino can’t say he wants to be in Chicago either, and he’s not having such a great time about it either. He had to take up some shitty job, he barely knows more than 3 people.
Oh well at least Miriam was happy, that made it all worth it for Gino. As he slithered on into the apartment, body achy and sluggish from a hard day, there wasn’t much a high school graduate with no real job experience that he can actually talk about could do, so they had him working construction to get by.
Never again would he think of construction workers as douches that just sit around catcalling women. His body was fucking spent.
He glides on over to the couch and flops unceremoniously, a small happy sigh escaping him at the sound of Allen’s cooing.*
Hey baby.
*When she hears the lock rattle and the door open, she turns to her tired fiance with a warm smile, though not wholly without the sense of guilt she’s carried around since he started working here. She’s spent the last eleven years earning her own way, and now the burden of supporting both of them and Allen is left to Gino… No one wants to hire a new mother who has to tote her baby around, and neither Gino nor Miriam will allow themselves to leave Allen in someone else’s care if they absolutely don’t need to.
Still, she finds herself wishing she could help ease Gino’s tiredness at the end of the day and the aches in his body that come from a career of intense labour and no respawn or brilliantly advanced medical technology. The best she can give is a bright smile to greet him at the end of each day, a meal, and their son and herself beside him on the couch.
So she scoops Allen up and takes a seat beside her lover, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.*
Welcome home, ipo’lei; got dinnah ready whenevah you ste ready.
Awesome yer dinners are th’ best.
*He sighs happily, he might be tired and sore, but there was no other scene he’d rather come home to. How surprisingly domestic he was, he couldn’t be happier not having to burn things while his boy grew up barely knowing his parents or his family’s face.
He coils an arm around his lady slowly, a small hiss escaping him as a tense muscle slowly untightens, and he leans in to press a kiss on her cheek in return.*
How’s our bouncin baby boy?
*She chuckles and shakes her head, lifting Allen a little in Gino's direction, offering him to his father to hold.*
T'anks beb; naht cin seah I hate cookin', yeah? Heh, he ste jus' fine, an' wen in a good mood toddeah. Didn' cry when I tried fo' play peek-a-boo dis time!
*And now that the guilt about not working has dissipated, her usual swell of overwhelming happiness and contentment takes over once again as she takes in the fact that they're out of a warzone and in a home, and as Allen's passed to Gino, she gives her fiance a better kiss to express what her words will fail to.*
*Leasing a small apartment in Chicago wasn’t how Miriam had always envisioned her newly-free life all these years, but it’s the pitstop before Boston, and that’s all that matters. Well, that and the fussing infant on the floor with her, staring her in the face with a look of frustration. Or maybe focus? Constipation?
The few weeks she got to spend getting parenting tips from her own folks in person were helpful, but still not enough to glean what kind of face her son is making at her. He’s got lovely eyes, she thinks with a grin, blue like Gino’s, and she covers the child’s eyes with her hand to get a reaction. No fuss, just giggles, bubbly and squeaky, and she pulls her hand away to see his pretty blue eyes again and rub her nose to his.
She has a son.*
*Gino can’t say he wants to be in Chicago either, and he’s not having such a great time about it either. He had to take up some shitty job, he barely knows more than 3 people.
Oh well at least Miriam was happy, that made it all worth it for Gino. As he slithered on into the apartment, body achy and sluggish from a hard day, there wasn’t much a high school graduate with no real job experience that he can actually talk about could do, so they had him working construction to get by.
Never again would he think of construction workers as douches that just sit around catcalling women. His body was fucking spent.
He glides on over to the couch and flops unceremoniously, a small happy sigh escaping him at the sound of Allen’s cooing.*
Hey baby.
*When she hears the lock rattle and the door open, she turns to her tired fiance with a warm smile, though not wholly without the sense of guilt she's carried around since he started working here. She's spent the last eleven years earning her own way, and now the burden of supporting both of them and Allen is left to Gino... No one wants to hire a new mother who has to tote her baby around, and neither Gino nor Miriam will allow themselves to leave Allen in someone else's care if they absolutely don't need to.
Still, she finds herself wishing she could help ease Gino's tiredness at the end of the day and the aches in his body that come from a career of intense labour and no respawn or brilliantly advanced medical technology. The best she can give is a bright smile to greet him at the end of each day, a meal, and their son and herself beside him on the couch.
So she scoops Allen up and takes a seat beside her lover, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.*
Welcome home, ipo'lei; got dinnah ready whenevah you ste ready.
*Leasing a small apartment in Chicago wasn't how Miriam had always envisioned her newly-free life all these years, but it's the pitstop before Boston, and that's all that matters. Well, that and the fussing infant on the floor with her, staring her in the face with a look of frustration. Or maybe focus? Constipation?
The few weeks she got to spend getting parenting tips from her own folks in person were helpful, but still not enough to glean what kind of face her son is making at her. He's got lovely eyes, she thinks with a grin, blue like Gino's, and she covers the child's eyes with her hand to get a reaction. No fuss, just giggles, bubbly and squeaky, and she pulls her hand away to see his pretty blue eyes again and rub her nose to his.
She has a son.*
