You. Stop.

Very quiet, and yet, I still get noticed. A Siren's curse, maybe? - [ Indie rp&ask blog for Maya of Borderlands 2 ] [ will rp with almost everyone ] --- -->M!A Status; N/A { open }

[ceruleanphaselocker]

В И Р У С Н Ы Й

There's no way everyone knows me; shut up.

  --Because I've become invested in Borderlands 2 to the point of desiring to not only create an oc based in it's universe, but play said character. Go easy on me pls.

[freakyjudge-deactivated20200710]

I recently came to the realisation that I can draw mildly well and so to help myself get even better. So, this is what I’ll do; 1. If you reblog this, please tag me and your muse/RP character. 2. I’ll post the link to my new art blog in the tag in the next step. 3....

[kyoushu-deactivated20140731]

ceruleanphaselocker があなたのフォローを開始しました。

[kyoushu-deactivated20140731]

                         私たちは目標を異なるました。 しかし、一緒に、我々は戦う。 奇数、なし？ :)

[ceruleanphaselocker]

                           "I---- Er.."             Japanese definitely wasn't anything she ever managed to store with the rest of her                knowledge, so having the mysterious hunter speak in said tongue to her seemed                    to always corner her awkwardly.                             "...Come again? --I-In English, perhaps?"

[ceruleanphaselocker]

Ultra sorry for the inactivity lately.

   I'm always tired and lazy lately -- plus work is a thing, so gomenesai. I don't mean to be inactive, but it's happening.

[ceruleanphaselocker]

   I'm bored but I'm too lazy to progress with anything.              What a troublesome, frustrating state.

[ceruleanphaselocker]

    So I may or may not be taking art requests on Deviantart in appreciation of New        Years. Anyone want any? I've got 10 slots open.

[ceruleanphaselocker]

Happy New Years(I'm late, I know)

   I've been away as you can see, and I dunno if I can stay too long here(so if I disappear w/o warning, gomenesai.

   So I'm past The W4RD3N and now wrapping things up with the Firehawk Cultists.

   They're so weird.                                                                   And stupid.

[ceruleanphaselocker]

Visit Original Link

           --If I had to choose a theme song for Maya                                                    It would without a doubt be this.

[ceruleanphaselocker]

+Hereus

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—Entirely fine by him. The quieter she remains, the more taunting he can squeeze in over the ECHOnet. Fingertips drift over the transmit button once more before he clicks it on, broadcasting his voice to not only the second most powerful Siren on the planet, but to the rest of the Vault Hunters she associates herself with as well.

If she won’t respond to him, someone else will, and the vicious cycle (the one in which he disregards every attempted insult directed at himself in an attempt to make a jab at the pathetic excuses of warriors once more) continues.

"Not going to say anything—kinda like you didn’t say anything all those years those freaks locked you up and used you just to keep people in line like a bunch of animals?" Jack could eradicate people like that. He would eradicate people like that—but he couldn’t seem to get that through to them, to any of those damned Raiders, the fact that all he wanted to do was help this shithole. "I can’t say I’m surprised. You haven’t changed one bit."

[ceruleanphaselocker]

   As much as the azure vixen didn't anticipate or even expect herself to, colorless eyes widened just a bit, in shock. It's been such a while since then, time had helped her forget. --Or to at least put the bitter past behind her. Now, though -- now Jack had revived a painful wound; and rubbing salt in it.

    She wasn't hesitant to mask the feelings she felt in mere moments, hiding  the frustration and rage that began to burn under porcelain skin, to begin glaring at nothing. If she could see him, she would be glaring at him, rather than space -- Not that she wanted to right now.

    You know how to deal with this -- you've trained and worked your ass off to be able to. Do just as you've taught yourself.

     --And she did just that. She took in the negative, and turned it into a positive.

                     No. I have changed--quite a bit, Jack. Back then, I was oblivious, and being used. I am not being used now, I'm advancing over you. I am being the bigger person;                                                       --So you can shove it.

    He couldn't hear her; she knew, but speaking to herself mutely served great purpose. It was clear to see on her face as well, for her face relaxed. It was maybe even a bit proud or hinted with victory.

[ceruleanphaselocker]

                   Okay so I did in fact restart bl2 from the beginning. I've made sure to take up every side mission that I can possibly handle(which is surprisingly most of) and have leveled up quite a bit- plus I unlocked 3-5 skins and a new hairstyle for Maya.

                   Coinsidentally I get tired of playing just as I get to the actually/officially rescuing Roland mission. Go Figure. I guess I'll be saving that for tomorrow when I get to by best friend's place for the oncoming holiday that is New Years .o.

                  I can't believe I just played one game for THIRTEEN hours straight with barely any breaks(the only things I did between playing was drink tea and go to the bathroom numerous times)

[ceruleanphaselocker]

Lurking/Absent

Because im a failure of a bl2 player, i’ve started it over because a specific level keeps kicking my ass. I probably wont really be online today.

[ceruleanphaselocker]

FRICKLE MY FRACKLE

            The Siren wasn’t very flattered to be requested of such a thing in all honesty. If              anything, she felt a bit insulted. Did she seem like the type to welcome                 meaningless, quick hook-ups? The easy kind?

                                          Well she wasn’t.

                               ”Excuse me? If that’s what you’ve been looking for this entire time, than I advise that you just stop now - and stop trying.”

[ravingretribution]

     —And the Psycho also found himself without words. Whatever it was he wanted from her seemed important, but what it was he seems to never have actually.. known. With no answer that made any actual sense, Krieg responded the way he always did in this situation.

"GAIGE MADE ME DO IT!"

[ceruleanphaselocker]

   She couldn't tell whether or not he was refraining from the truth, but something      told her he was being immature and lying childishly now to hide himself of any        possible embarrassment. Just when she thought she was making good          progress. Oh well.

                    "I think you're lying. If you don't want to reveal whatever it was your intention was, I don't mind. Maybe some other time. Or never at all? Your call."

    With that, she shrugged before backing up gradually, and then turning to go       about her own business. She gave a lazy wave as she did so, assuming he'd          see it.

[ceruleanphaselocker]

FRICKLE MY FRACKLE

            The Siren wasn’t very flattered to be requested of such a thing in all honesty. If              anything, she felt a bit insulted. Did she seem like the type to welcome                 meaningless, quick hook-ups? The easy kind?

                                          Well she wasn’t.

                               ”Excuse me? If that’s what you’ve been looking for this entire time, than I advise that you just stop now - and stop trying.”

[ravingretribution]

"Tiny.. voice man Krieg who makes big man Krieg do good vault hunter things."

Was.. was that almost a complete sentence? This is.. incredible.

Krieg’s brown eye darted around rapidly, his damaged conscious searching for something to say, something sane to express how much the Siren meant to him, how much this Angel and her Vault Hunter companions have done to fix the damage that.. that who did, exactly?

Keep going..

"You make.. bad Krieg want to listen to the little good inside Krieg more."

[ceruleanphaselocker]

    The Siren was surprised. While as his wording could still get better, he was getting somewhere. If she was getting what the Psycho was trying to say, there were signs he was still sane. Somewhere in that.. hectic head of his. Maybe it was just.. deformed in some way.

    --And if that was the case, then, well.. For whatever reason something about herself provoked him to cling to that sane bit of him still left. How peculiar.

    Words for what he had to say wouldn't form. The Siren couldn't manage anything, though she hoped her softened features would tell him she was over it.

                             "...What is it you were trying to tell me prior?"

[ceruleanphaselocker]

FRICKLE MY FRACKLE

            The Siren wasn’t very flattered to be requested of such a thing in all honesty. If              anything, she felt a bit insulted. Did she seem like the type to welcome                 meaningless, quick hook-ups? The easy kind?

                                          Well she wasn’t.

                               ”Excuse me? If that’s what you’ve been looking for this entire time, than I advise that you just stop now - and stop trying.”

[ravingretribution]

Wait—no, that’s not what we—

You blew it.

”..Murder Angel’s quiet screams make the inside man nicer.”

[ceruleanphaselocker]

    She would have stormed the scene just now, but her subtle habit to       make sense of Kreig's strange analogies before acting kept her          from doing so.

           'make the inside man nicer'..?

    The Siren inhaled softly, in attempt to calm her pent-up irritation        before speaking again. 

                            "What do you mean, 'the inside man'? What is it that makes him.. 'nicer' -- and what do you mean by that?"

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[ceruleanphaselocker]

FRICKLE MY FRACKLE

            The Siren wasn’t very flattered to be requested of such a thing in all honesty. If              anything, she felt a bit insulted. Did she seem like the type to welcome                 meaningless, quick hook-ups? The easy kind?

                                          Well she wasn’t.

                               ”Excuse me? If that’s what you’ve been looking for this entire time, than I advise that you just stop now - and stop trying.”

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send me "frickle frackle" and my muse will give a reaction to your muse inviting him/her to bed