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Hello, welcome to my deviantart account!
My name is Živa! Say it with me: žeeva - Ž is like the J in bonjour or S in treasure. That should help. And fun fact; my name basically means “alive”. Which I think is a 90% fit for me. I’m a happy simple nerd from a tiny country and even tinier valley that loves living in my own head with a variety of thoughts from A to (no, not Z) to Ž. And I'm sure you've guessed, based on my account, most of them are about turtles.
I am the most active here, on my deviantart account, where I post my visual art. But you can also find it on tumblr. On fanfiction.net you’ll be able to read some of my writing if you’re ever up for it.
Art blog tumblr: winterheath-art.tumblr.com/
If you wish to use my art somewhere you must ask me first. I'm not very strict no worries but I do wish to have the knowledge of what is happening with it. Also I hope you grew the habit of properly crediting the artists (all of them, not just me) Imagine if at the end of a movie instead of credits it just had one piece of text come up that said “credit to the people who made this movie”? - No? Well then you also shouldn't do that with online art. Stating names and links is very important and it doesn't ruin any aesthetic you're trying to pull. If you think it does then you should know you're wrong and a jerk.
the movie credit comparrison was written by mothcub on tumblr, [link]
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TMNT Fandom Awards Event: Winners Journal!
This journal has been delayed long enough, and I know a number of you are excited to see who won!
It was delayed just a few more days because I wanted to give the winners a chance to tell me which pieces of theirs they wanted to be featured.
Now's the time to get down to business though!
I will list each winner beneath their title, along with a handful of some of their works that you should definitely check out!
Now let's give heaps of congratulations to these talented winners!!!
Best Angst Writer
Blood and Bonds
A solid crack rang out in the warehouse, signalling the last of his hockey sticks had broken in two. Casey grabbed both halves, blocking another swing from a thug to his right before knocking another to the ground.
In my blood.
There had only been two of them. Two measly little Dragon thugs, both skinny, cocky, and clearly new to the gang. Casey hadn’t counted on a whole flock waiting in the adjacent building. He ducked another punch, too slow to avoid the sudden pipe charging at his stomach.
Spilling on the ground.
He staggered back from the blow, something warm and coppery in his mouth, dribbling down his lips. He spat, wiping the red from his face with the back of his hand as an amused chuckle trickled out with the blood. This was the most fun he’d had in weeks.
Can’t stop the red.
More Dragons appeared. Too many. Pulling guns