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nexuschampion:

baconpoweredmutant:

nexuschampion:

baconpoweredmutant:

nexuschampion:

baconpoweredmutant:

" No, Mila, you punch, THEN jab like this."

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" C’mon, how are you supposed to strike fear into the hearts of men with that face?"

"Hun..I don’t think we REALLY want to see a baby with a MEAN face do we? Besides…she oughta go with what she’s good at. Remember the whole Slenderman thing? The kid has a talent."

" I dunno, I think she has the potential to do both? Be cute and sweet with some enemies, but inflict fear and terror into others?" Frankie said, showing Mila a couple more combinations. " With your cute genes, and my kick ass ones, I think she could pull it off."

He thought about it. “Yeah, I guess both WOULD be better. Or even better, lure them in with the cute and then CRUSH them when they get close! That way I wouldn’t have to be quite so worried about boys like Renoir when she’s older.”

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" Eh, Renoir may be a giant perv, but he’s a good kid. It’s the nice guys that hide their perviness very well that I’m worried about." Frankie said, letting go of Mila’s hands, and letting her hobble over to her father, still getting used to walking on her feet, instead of crawling. " Those are the assholes you can’t trust, and the ones that hurt the most."

She doesn’t really like thinking much about Mila’s future in this kind of light. All the dangers and scary self discoveries, the inevitable pain and heartbreak. It’s something everyone goes through, but she’d much rather think of all the good times she’ll be having. ” Any that do get too close to Mila will have the barrel of my AK-47 shoved so far up their rear ends, they’ll be crapping bullet for months.”

Aside no drinking and smoking, the third hardest thing she’s had to cut out or watch for is curing around Mila. Clean talk just doesn’t sound the same for Frankie.

"We’ll raise her like I was raised. Strong in the body but well prepared mentally and emotionally for the life she’s going to have. It’s what you make of it, the friends you make and all. If she’s confident in herself getting hurt won’t break her, and the bonds she makes will just make her stronger. "

Mikey looked up at Frankie and grinned. “Very good! You’ll master that mouth of yours before she starts talking for real yet!  And your guns won’t be the ONLY thing up their butt as long as I’m around to have a say. But….I’m a pretty decent judge of character so lets not maim anyone before we have a chance to hear their voice, deal?”

" I still reserve the right to curse freely again once she turns 13." Frankie said, as she watches Mila start to grab and cling onto Mikey’s leg. " Hmm… I can only promise I won’t maim on sight, but I can’t guarantee I’m gonna be very nice around them… Not gonna lie, might polish the big guns around them too, first time she brings them around."

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themellowwitch:

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nexuschampion:

baconpoweredmutant:

nexuschampion:

baconpoweredmutant:

" No, Mila, you punch, THEN jab like this."

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" C’mon, how are you supposed to strike fear into the hearts of men with that face?"

"Hun..I don’t think we REALLY want to see a baby with a MEAN face do we? Besides…she oughta go with what she’s good at. Remember the whole Slenderman thing? The kid has a talent."

" I dunno, I think she has the potential to do both? Be cute and sweet with some enemies, but inflict fear and terror into others?" Frankie said, showing Mila a couple more combinations. " With your cute genes, and my kick ass ones, I think she could pull it off."

He thought about it. “Yeah, I guess both WOULD be better. Or even better, lure them in with the cute and then CRUSH them when they get close! That way I wouldn’t have to be quite so worried about boys like Renoir when she’s older.”

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" Eh, Renoir may be a giant perv, but he’s a good kid. It’s the nice guys that hide their perviness very well that I’m worried about." Frankie said, letting go of Mila’s hands, and letting her hobble over to her father, still getting used to walking on her feet, instead of crawling. " Those are the assholes you can’t trust, and the ones that hurt the most."

She doesn’t really like thinking much about Mila’s future in this kind of light. All the dangers and scary self discoveries, the inevitable pain and heartbreak. It’s something everyone goes through, but she’d much rather think of all the good times she’ll be having. ” Any that do get too close to Mila will have the barrel of my AK-47 shoved so far up their rear ends, they’ll be crapping bullet for months.”

Aside no drinking and smoking, the third hardest thing she’s had to cut out or watch for is curing around Mila. Clean talk just doesn’t sound the same for Frankie.

nexuschampion:

baconpoweredmutant:

" No, Mila, you punch, THEN jab like this."

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" C’mon, how are you supposed to strike fear into the hearts of men with that face?"

"Hun..I don’t think we REALLY want to see a baby with a MEAN face do we? Besides…she oughta go with what she’s good at. Remember the whole Slenderman thing? The kid has a talent."

" I dunno, I think she has the potential to do both? Be cute and sweet with some enemies, but inflict fear and terror into others?" Frankie said, showing Mila a couple more combinations. " With your cute genes, and my kick ass ones, I think she could pull it off."

thenewtralizerstuff wondered: Memories of Sorrow

Upon touching my Muse, Your’s is suddenly thrown into one of Mine’s Tragic and Painful Memories, Send “Memories of Sorrow” to see a painful and tragic memory of My Muse..

Frankie has a pounding headache, just regaining consciousness after something has knocked her out. There was broken glass around her, and some weird goo. As she rubs the back of her head, she did not recognize the feel and shape of her own hand against her skull. She brought her hand down, and stared at her hooved fingers in horror. Scrambling for answers, she ran to the nearest reflective surface, and saw what she has become.

She didn’t know what to do. Maybe her mom could take her to a doctor or something that can fix her. Or, maybe this was just some nightmare. Either way, she has to get home, and after pulling her hoodie up, she ran all the way back to the apartment she, and her little sister share with her mother.

She snuck into her and her little sister’s shared room, not wanting to be spotted by anyone on the way back in. It was late, and her commotion going in through the window caused her little sister to awaken and cry out for help.

Frankie tried to quiet her, but her appearance frightened the little girl. And, when her mother rushed in to see what was going on, she became frightened as well.

No matter what Frankie said, the mother didn;t listen, too frightened to believe this was her daughter. She ran for the phone, and Frankie grabbed at her mother’s arm to stop her. But, when her hand closed around her mother’s arm, she squeezed tight, then heard a sickening crack, and felt the bones within her grasp snap into two.

Her mother cried out in pain, and her little sister’s desperate cries became louder, sobbing hysterically at the monster that hurt her mom.

Frankie, standing in the middle of all this anguish, let go of the arm she broke, and stared at her shaking hand. How could she have done this? She didn’t even squeeze that hard! Her chest started to heave, panicked breathing making her lungs tighten with anxiety.

Her whole body trembled. Frankie made a run for it, climbing out of the window she snuck in from. Someone must of heard the noised and called the police, because she could hear sirens approaching. She could no longer stay here. Holding her arms together, so not t grab and hurt anyone else, she started to run again, as far away as she can. Far away from the family she hurt. Far away from the only home she knew.

Where is she supposed to go now…?

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Send “Can I kiss you?” to see how my muse responds.

thenewtralizerstuff:

baconpoweredmutant:

thenewtralizerstuff:

baconpoweredmutant:

" No, Mila, you punch, THEN jab like this."

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" C’mon, how are you supposed to strike fear into the hearts of men with that face?"

well with that face she can sure punch and jab their hearth *the newt chuckle*

" Eh, its a decent substitute,for now." Frankie chuckled, and let go of Mila’s hands, letting the child flail her fists whichever way she wanted. " But that cute face can only get her so far."

she still small, give her time, you will see that she will grow to be a badass like her mother

" Damn right she is." Frankie Grins, and places Mila back down, letting her get used to walking around on her feet. She stumbled a couple of times, then gave up and went back to crawling. " Well, nice to know she’s as lazy as me and Mikey." She sighs.

thenewtralizerstuff:

baconpoweredmutant:

" No, Mila, you punch, THEN jab like this."

image

" C’mon, how are you supposed to strike fear into the hearts of men with that face?"

well with that face she can sure punch and jab their hearth *the newt chuckle*

" Eh, its a decent substitute,for now." Frankie chuckled, and let go of Mila’s hands, letting the child flail her fists whichever way she wanted. " But that cute face can only get her so far."

" No, Mila, you punch, THEN jab like this."

" C’mon, how are you supposed to strike fear into the hearts of men with that face?"

nexuschampion:

baconpoweredmutant:

nexuschampion:

baconpoweredmutant:

" ….What is Mikey teaching this kid?"

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"I’m teaching her to love the body, no matter whose or what form or shape it is and that it feels good…. That and I may have accidentally taught her how to play patty cake using my chest so……"

"…"

"Can I try?"

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" Nice save, but I don’t think Mila’s done with her turn." Frankie chuckles, as Mila continues to drum away. " Wait, how did you accidentally teach her with your chest?"

"Weellll…it started out with trying to clap but she was having trouble so I clapped and she really liked the sound and kept trying but then she just got mad and I pretended to be mad too and slapped my hands down on my shell and she thought that made and even BETTER sound and she forgot about not being to clap, so… well..I just went with it. Ya know?"

Frankie laughed, ” So, you basically showed her to do the gorilla chest thumps when she’s mad? Now you gotta teach her to do the tarzan yell too.”

She lifted Mila up, and blew raspberries into her plastron where her belly would be, causing her to wiggle and giggle at the tickling. ” Yous just a wild jungle baby, aren’t ya?” she teased her playfully. ” wild jungle baby, playing bongo boobies.”

nexuschampion:

baconpoweredmutant:

" ….What is Mikey teaching this kid?"

image

"I’m teaching her to love the body, no matter whose or what form or shape it is and that it feels good…. That and I may have accidentally taught her how to play patty cake using my chest so……"

"…"

"Can I try?"

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" Nice save, but I don’t think Mila’s done with her turn." Frankie chuckles, as Mila continues to drum away. " Wait, how did you accidentally teach her with your chest?"

ellieandtheguys:

baconpoweredmutant:

ellieandtheguys:

baconpoweredmutant:

She looked over at Ellie, and chuckled. ” Are you going to need tissues?” Frankie asked with a smirk, while Mila continues to drum away. The little tot starts to babble along with the rythme. ” Dadadadadadadadada”

" I swear. that’s all she says now." She mumbles, still waiting for the day that she says ‘Mama’ for once.

Ellie gives her friend a fake laugh. “Oh haha, very funny!” Turning, she wipes her tear with her sleeve. Sitting down next to her, she see’s the baby continue to smack her friend in the chest. In a rhythm of some sort. “Well….don’t worry about it…my little sister said my name first, and mom and dad got kinda jealous…” she admits with a small blush. “But I’m sure she’ll say mama any day now!”

" ….I’d be more impressed that a baby managed to say anything more complicated than ‘Mama’ or ‘Dada’ … Ellie’s a pretty impressive word for a baby to blurt out." Frankie said, then arched her brow, as Mila started to crawl over to Ellie. When she saw the little trouble maker’s hand start to raise towards Ellie’s chest, Frankie quickly grabbed and stopped her. " Not without consent, little lady."

She laughs a bit. “Well, she said more like ‘Ewwie”….like, replacing the ‘L’ with a ‘W’ it was cute when she was little” she remembers with a wide smile. She see’s Mila crawl over to her with a hand raised. Frankie managed to stop her before her chest was smacked. Ellie covers her mouth, stifling a laugh. “I remember my sister grabbing my chest, but she ended up sleeping on top of them instead”

" Ah, like a kitten, that must of been cute." She chuckled. " Mila still does that, but her legs just sorta hang off  It’s kinda funny."