spidey-the-webhead asked:

"Weird? Kid, in my home planet, my outfit is iconic, a symbol of justice and all that good stuff, aaanyway, I'm looking for them because they're the only ones who knows how to pilot the rocket ship, and I'm kinda in a hurry to comeback to my planet, I think I've left the stove on."

     ”You lost me at ‘weird’, hahaha!” Tina sneers at the guy, relocating her hands on her hip. All that talk about justice and good stuff left the girl bored out of her mind. 


 
     ”Well, mistah’ justice and all that crap, you’re going to be stuck here a while. Neither of the guys you’re talking about is here, and if they were, they’d probably got killed by the psychos.” 

spidey-the-webhead asked:

"Uh...hey, have you seen a man made of rocks around here? Or maybe one made of rubber?"

     ”Can’t say I have, dude.” 
 
      ”Why you askin’ and why are you wearing that w e i r d outfit?” 

theapplemercenary:

…Ladies? Jake quirked an eyebrow.

“Look, it’s not like I can just make them appear out of—” And then, as if solely to prove him wrong, a single masked J’avo emerges from nearby, wielding nothing but a machete.

“—Well, there you go.” He calls it out, pointing at the mutated man for clarification. “Just try not to destroy the entire town, alright? I’m supposed to be protecting it.”

He kept his guard up, in case more enemies showed up or he had to swoop in and play hero for a thirteen year-old girl.

     Tiny Tina rolls her eyes and merely stick her tongue out at Jake in retaliation of his words. Enemies always appear out of nowhere, that’s like the law of bad guys. Now eyeing the J’avo, the teen is immediately patting herself down for anything to use. Honestly, she wasn’t too good at fighting face to face, but Jake didn’t need to know that! 

     ”Uh, waaaaait a second… aha!” 
     Removing a stick of grade-A dynamite from her bag, she juggles the explosive in her hand.          
     ”Don’t worry your fine tookus, I’ll try not to blow the place sky high.” 
 

     Directing her gaze to the mutated man, the blonde sets light to the fuse before actually calling him out with a loud and simple, ‘Hey!’ Without hesitation, the enemy faces both she and Jake, blabbers something and runs towards the two. Awaiting for him to get in range before throwing the dynamite with all her 13-year old might. 

12:38pm & 19 e

ltjamesvega:

     A single umber brow arose at the young girl. Her clothes told a bit to the lieutenant about her. She looked like a refugee, but James never liked coming to those kinds of conclusions. After all, in the war, there were a lot of refugees.

     Everything.

     ”Just need some directions. Like uh… what planet is this?”

     ”Pandora, my buff amigo.” 

     The teen responds gleefully, relocating her hands on her hips. With that inquiry, it shed light on the guy, clearly he was not from Pandora and obviously, he was lost. While Tina would love to blow the guy to smithereens, she decides to be nice for a change, as if she was never nice. 

     ”Lemme’ guess, you’re lost aren’t cha’?” 

11:25am & 3 e

bloodylittleteapot started following you

murder-go-round-broke-down:

“Name’s Peacock, toots, don’t be wastin’ it.” She took a good look at her peer with her Argus eyes, “Now, if ya aint a tourist then why is it ya don’t look like yer from around here?”

     ”Pfft, that’s because I ain’t, sweet cheeks. I’m from the Tundra Express.” 

     ”And I’m adventurer, like my main squeeeeze, well, sorta like them. Anyways, shawty, what is up with your eyes?! You ain’t got them! While that’s off the chain, it’s creeping me out.” 

11:20am & 4 e

redvanguard:

“Because you’re near my company.  We’re strictly a no-dynamite zone,”

“Tell you what—I’m about to cool my heels and grab some dinner, want to swing by? ”

     ”Well, ain’t that a load of b o r i n g!”

     The girl promptly exclaims, but her scowl is suddenly replaced by a grin at the mention of ‘dinner’. It was easy to persuade the demolitionist with food, especially when there was a possibility of sweets on the side. 

     ”I’ll take you up on that offer, my fine lady.” 
 

11:11am & 16 e

redvanguard:

“Uh-huh~” 

“Around here?  Do keep your explosives to a minimum.”

     ”Well, Adaaaaaa— you’re in luck! I’ve only got a couple sticks on me.” 

     ”Do you want to tell a sistah’ why she can’t go blowing shit up?” 

Sunday, May 5th & 16 e

bloodylittleteapot started following you

murder-go-round-broke-down:

“Well well, who’s today’s tourist?”

     ”Tourist? Sistah’, I ain’t no tourist! Anyways, I’m Tiny Tina and wouldja’ like to tell me who exactly am I talking to?” 

08:09pm & 4 e

Introduce your muse!

Name:  Tiny Tina
Age: 13
Height:  Unknown
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blonde
Sexual Orientation: Bootysexual 
Species: Human
Nationality:  Caucasian 

Positive Weaknesses (like tickling or cuddling):  Chocolate chip cookies. Her stuffed animals. Tea parties. Dynamite. Blowing things up. Butts.  Burning babies. 

Allergies: Raisins.

Fears: Losing someone she loves. 

How sickly they are: Relatively healthy, she’ll only get the sniffles from time to time. 

How often do they hurt themself:  Pretty much every single day. Tina’s extremely reckless with her work, even if her explosives are ace. That and she receives lovely visits from psychos daily. 

 Relationship Status:  Forever single, she’s too immature for that sort of stuff. 

08:06pm & 3551 e