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me, at full volume during the handsome man’s meeting; I WANT TO SUCK S*ME DICKS

#he asked me to leave #can you believe this

i was going to make a post about how ive never met a handsome that wasn't a punk coward

then i remembered there's a handsome angel around and this post is Cancelled

#she saved ur asses

vault hunters are so fucking dumb

i just had to help one of them out of the trash compactor

#again

vaultfucker

this picture makes me look like trash but ya gotta love that goth-punk album and just go with it.

#hashtag thank the warrior for tj #hot damn

tramampoline

Throwback to the time where I tried to filter “***” to “ass” to annoy a specific member of our forum but since * is a variable operator I just filtered every single word on the forum to “ass” and all posts became immediately unreadable

tramampoline

really glad Rachel still had screencaps of it

#me

*dig

every time a post-brand jack talks to me i literally am not paying any attention because all i can think about is what their gross face look like under the mask

#exactly why i did tj tbh #just puttin it all out there

kxnzh

apandoranking-blog

i had a fun day

#ill reblog my own picture idgaf

i was thinking of universal parallels and like tbh i am more of a handsome parallel than my boss. i looked into the vault, i awoke the warrior, i cleansed the fuckin planet in hot fire when he was too coward

but i guess to be a real righteous anti-hero ya gotta be a white guy with a marketable face and 'relatable' sob story

#anyways #i want a cute rhys parallel?

if you're wondering what i do with so many rocks

i eat them

i might come off as mysterious but honestly ill tell anyone anything for moon stones

#a vault hunters gave me like twenty rocks to explain to him how my action skill works #a good earning of twenty rocks

Echo Recording [Log Error 4: Please check time and date settings.]

A high impact landing. Stuff breaking; glass, ceramics, wood. The sound of metal warping as something very dense and very fast lands on it. Silence. Panting. Heavy panting of breath catching and physical exhaustion. Roe snorting a laugh.

“Did you really follow me this far?” he speaks. “How much eridium did you inhale to make that jump?”

“Enough.” A tense voice; anger and spite mixed with overexertion. “With plenty leftover to deal with you.”

“Yeah? Before you OD?” Roe laughs some more. Another impact, lighter this time; faster. The splintering of wood as shards of it smack against other things. Broken glass being thrown about a room.

“What?” a soft, confused question.

“Did you need some more eridium?” Roe asks. “Or did you mean to miss? Gotta be careful with that phasejumping. You might- jump into something.” Stressed silence. Another impact. Roe laughing; condescending and taunting.

“What’s even your deal? I didn’t have any beef with you,” Roe says in amusement.

“You’re the siren killer,” comes the harsh reply.

“And?” he answers. “You follow me knowing I’ll straight up murder you? It doesn’t even matter. There’s always a constant amount of sirens in the universe. No matter how many I kill, another just pops up. The universe will eat you and make new things from your corpse.”

“I’ll kill you,” they grind out.

“Gonna kill me?” Roe repeats. “Better make it count. Better kill me in one shot.”

Several rapid, immense impacts. Metal and foundation creaking as it’s forcibly and rapidly changed. Tiles shattering under pressure.

“Gettin’ a little pale there,” he speaks. “Maybe you should rest.” A dense explosion; debris scattering across an open lobby. Heavy objects getting knocked over and scraping against a tiled floor from sheer force. The panting is louder.

“Fuckin’ do it then,” Roe encourages. Metal warping. Glass shattering.

Explosive decompression.

“Hull breached,” a voice speaks distantly. “Beginning repairs.” Small and heavy objects alike banging against walls and floors as they’re ripped out into the voice of space. A robot yelling as it’s viciously torn out. More breaking, more splintered bits raining against the wall hard. A distant beeping noise.

“Hull repaired. Returning pressurization.”

“You’ve really fucked up the lobby, haven’t you,” Roe muses. “Lmao, bossman’s gonna be mad.”

“How-” they speak. Horrified silence.

“There. Let’s take care of that before you hurt yourself,” Roe says.

“W-what?” Shock, horror, disbelief. “Give it back!”

“Well, since you asked nicely.”

A popping splat.

Silence. A door sliding open.

“Gross,” Roe murmurs. “Oh. Hey R2. Do me a favor and uh- clean this all up. I’m gonna be in the handsome man’s office.” More silence. “You’re the best, doppledouble, thanks.”

A door closing.

End Echo Recording.

#|Roe's Echologs #violence/#action post/