[ohpsshaw]

For Oli and Skai of Davey and Nisha, who seem to be Borderlands RP characters. From this prompt alone, role-playing looks like a healthy way to play out your bullying instincts.

(THESE TWO WERE FUN TO DRAW AS HELL.)

[comebxckqueen]

"You gonna finish all that tequila yourself?" The Truxican lazily smacked her in the arm to get her attention.

Nisha jabbed a bony elbow in his direction in return, her eyes drifting over to peer at him sidelong. After a moment of thought, she took in a mouthful and leaned over to deliver it in the form of a kiss.

[hellbound-heretic-blog]

I deserve a lot of things. Spending my saturday night clawing myself free of a shallow grave is not one of those.

[comebxckqueen]

At least he wasn’t trying to kill you.

[hellbound-heretic-blog]

I’d probably have had a better time if he was.

[comebxckqueen]

Pretty sure that was the point.

You did kinda deserve it.

[hellbound-heretic-blog]

I deserve a lot of things. Spending my saturday night clawing myself free of a shallow grave is not one of those.

[comebxckqueen]

At least he wasn’t trying to kill you.

[truxicanfalconer-a-blog]

He would have made some comment about being in hell right now, so his chances were definitely in his favour, but the hit to the back of the Runner jerked his neck something awful and rattled his teeth. Even with all their amusing banter, she could end up taking his life without a moment’s notice if he wasn’t more careful. There was no reason to keep pumping at the boost either; it would be a useless display that wouldn’t get either far ahead of the other. Another hour or two of this brought the purple hues of encroaching night and the pinpoint of fires dotting the landscape ahead of them, slowly growing larger the closer they got. It was a matter of figuring out how to get to the target before she did. His usual routine of finding somewhere to snipe from would be pointless, having lost one target to her already when she’d swooped in and stolen the man’s hand for herself. No, it was going to have to be up close and personal, and that would mean butting more heads from both sides. He didn’t wait until the Runner slowed to a crawl as he hopped out and rolled with it, taking care to keep Bloodwing from getting crushed. Going with the momentum, he was on his feet and sprinting towards the entrance, the revolver in one and his bird tossed with the other. She was glad to be free, and dove towards the first surprised bandit she spotted.

[comebxckqueen]

Nisha had a different idea for her grand entrance. This was a sizable compound, but nothing remarkable in terms of defense: scrap metal walls, single-layer, guard posts, no turrets or automated defenses, and her with a grill specialized for ramming.

The open gate wasn’t quite big enough to accommodate a runner, but that was no problem. Not so much as braking as she sped toward the wall, the runner tore straight through a poorly soldered seam with a tremendous shriek of metal on metal. It jackknifed from the crash and screeched to a stop with a couple of limbs under the wheels, only slightly worse for wear. 

The impact looked to have done a number to Nisha in the cab, at some point her chest having collided hard with the steering wheel, but there was only a lull of a few seconds before she righted herself from a hunch and pulled the vehicle back and straight. Ready or not (for anyone,) she punched the gas again, blowing past Mordecai and into the compound proper to wreak havoc with the missile launcher mounted to the roof of the runner--just to soften them up a little.

[anotheraccident]

Aurelia strides calmly into Moxxi’s, notices a certain Sir Hammerlock sliding off a stool, and panics as calmly as possible. 

Her smile twitches into an awkwardly wobbly line to match her internal screaming when she realizes - she’d seen a very familiar hat, too. 

“What are we doing?” Anberlin asks, but Aurelia takes her by the hood of her coat and wrenches the poor girl into a pile of soggy cardboard boxes and trash bags just as Sir Hammerlock steps outside. He glances sharply at the wiggling, noisy trash pile and decides it’s probably not worth the risk of being bitten again, so he keeps walking.

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing!” Aurelia says cheerfully. “I was so sure she would be right here, in this pile of garbage specifically. How strange that she isn’t!”

Anberlin squints. Oh, well. Lady Hammerlock knows best as far as she’s concerned, even if bordering on eccentric.

They enter Moxxi’s again, and Aurelia seems more enthusiastic this time. She taps an enormous man on the shoulder, who stares through dark sunglasses and listens to her describe Nisha with little interest.

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[comebxckqueen]

Anberlin’s presence is hardly a blip on Nisha’s radar, as fixated as she is on guessing the strength of Zer0′s helmet and what it would take to pierce it. It’s hard not to wonder what’s underneath that image they’ve cultivated: the stoicism and poetry, the insect-like movements, what kind of eyes they have, and if they’d look good on her trophy shelf. That sort of thing.

Aurelia, however, is a different matter entirely. Nisha’s eyes twitch wider as the lady descends into her dart’s trajectory. The shot goes wide, sharp tip clinking harmlessly against a cluster of glasses atop the bar. Zer0′s stool creaks as they lean to peer past Aurelia at their charge, who shoots a sour look back at them. That one was supposed to go in their faceplate. ‘Accidentally.’

The demand registers a moment after the shock, but it leaves Nisha mute for a tick longer. How else is she supposed to answer that except directly? “Uhh. Yeah. About that... I did die. Three times. Long story.” 

She pauses, her eye flitting over Aurelia. Of course she’d look exactly the same; the years don’t matter when you're rich enough to own planets. Leave it to Aurelia to be the only one who can make her feel self-conscious by presence alone, immaculate in contrast to her rough-hewn... everything. “How’d you get here?”

There are myriad more questions on her tongue, but their weight is hard to wield. When they last parted, Nisha was on her way to Lynchwood. Aurelia wasn’t exactly approving of the arrangement, so the note they left it on was slightly off-key. This isn’t how she imagined them meeting again--she thought it’d never happen. She figured there was nothing left for Lady Hammerlock on Pandora, and she’d be off to a distant system to murder whatever rare creature her fickle heart desired.

So yeah, awkward.

[truxicanfalconer-a-blog]

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27. “After all, dead men tell no tale.” He put out his cigarette on the man’s eyelid before spitting on his face. He’d put up a fight that’d made the measly bounty not worth it,and it was more a matter of pride that they saw it through to the end. As he stood, he picked up one of the shovels and kicked some dirt onto the man’s face.“You wanna bury him or pike his head?”

[truxicanfalconer-a-blog]

As much as he wanted to smile at having discovered one of her hiding places, she’d find somewhere else to put her stash now that he knew. Still, not a bad place. He heard the ripping of the fabric as he retrieved the bottle and some scrapped medical tools he’d stolen from Zed’s some time ago. As much as he enjoyed seeing more exposed flesh on her person, the site of the gunshot wound wasn’t anything pretty to look at, and even he found himself wincing at the splintered flesh, blood, and shredded muscle. They’d both be lucky if she didn’t have and fractures to her bone. “Try t’pace yourself with that. Last thing I need is you flailing about and cursin’ at me pullin’ these bullets out.” The bottle thunked dully on the wood beside her as he took roost in front of her, a pair of medical tweezers in one hand waiting to dig into her skin. “Say when.” The metal tips clacked together in anticipation. Depending on how long it took to find the buckshot, this was either going to go really well or really shitty.

[comebxckqueen]

The first thing Nisha did with his warning was take a hard slug from the bottle and hiss as the burn went down. Typical. “Gonna happen anyway. Just do it.” She kicked her knees a bit further apart, trying to keep them from bouncing from the odd pent up energy this sort of pain brought.

They both knew how this went last time, and the time before: with Mordecai trying to keep his scant weight on top of her well enough to finish the job, and her nails embedded in his skin hard enough that they came up red when they were done. Neither of them had any reason to believe it would go any differently, other than blind hope. Nisha’s was just the mindset of getting through it as quickly as possible.

[timthedoppelganger]

Tim’s shop was more than just a little out of the way, half hidden under the shade of a rocky outcropping along the far western section of the Dust. It wasn’t much to look at from the outside, a bit of scrap littered around the area for repurposing, and a rickety sign on a post not far from the door that read “Gun mods and robotics” with a neatly drawn arrow pointing to the door. A second door was tucked around the corner with a small plaque that read “employees only”. Completely unnecessary, since it was reinforced and sealed with an electronic lock that only responded to a specific echo device. 

The interior was… Not much better, honestly. At least as far as the store front was concerned. Tim had long ago given up on keeping it too orderly, although the section of the building that he actually lived in was another matter. He’d gotten a bit better at separating his work from his living spaces, over time. There was more scrap, though these bits and pieces were smaller and polished, parts of guns and vehicles and gods knew what other machines littering benches and shelves and tables around the desk that separated the workshop area from the small lobby, a small, silver bell, some loose paperwork with what looked like pricing charts, and a cash register all that adorned it.

A rather new looking stereo was playing old rock music, the shop’s owner singing along quietly in the back, only just audible from the front desk. His painted bandit mask hung loosely around his neck as he leaned over his work bench proper, working on fine tuning the corrosive coating module on a maliwan smg a client had brought in, looking for an increase in the gun’s elemental damage. He’d never quite understood how ‘corrosive’ was considered an element, frankly.

[comebxckqueen]

The Dust was a strange, transient place. It was either bigger or smaller than it looked, but with the people and the places shifting almost as often as the sands, it was impossible to get a good read on it. That was exactly why it was the favored place of people in hiding, but that also meant that you never really knew your neighbors.

Nisha wasn’t sure how long that little shop had actually been around, but it had only come into her peripheral a month or two back, and until now, she hadn’t had much of an excuse to investigate. Anberlin could’ve navigated a misaligned Maliwan scope just fine, but that would’ve required conceding that adjustments to Maliwan tech were out of her depth. So, instead, why not kill two rakk with one bullet, their names being Curiosity and Incompetence?

The shop was more or less what she expected, aside from the relative lack of grime and the kitschy cash register and bell combo--where did they even find that stuff out here? Nisha laid her elbow on the bell while she called the problematic sniper rifle from the digital void of her SDU and folded it across her chest, her eyes drifting warily across the storefront. There was something weird about this place, but she couldn’t pin it down. 

[katnisseverdean-deactivated2016]

[comebxckqueen]

[ @outoflaw ]

The last thing she remembered was floating--weightless, but compressed at the same time. Immobile, trapped. The images that had flashed before her eyes in that inky purple void were things that made bile rise in her throat and her consciousness want to pull back from her body, safe from harm.

Then, she was here. The numbness was horribly familiar, but the expanse of flickering scenes before her couldn’t possibly be born of her own imagination. They were vague, blurry, until she focused on them and they crystallized into a slideshow of images that she recognized as the memory of a good kill. Further in the distance, she saw the insignia of her clan emblazoned on the side of her mami’s truck. The tags she left on Atlas fortifications. An arena?

Not all of these were hers.

Only then did she notice the other figment before her: herself, acid-burned so horribly that her right limbs were almost completely dissolved. “What the hell?” she snapped, startled and not even sure that her mouth had moved along with the words. “What is this, some kind of mind game? It’s not going to work. Let me go and fight me face to face, cowards!”

[comebxckqueen]

I like doing these bite-sized playlists. Here’s one for @timthedoppelganger

1. Royal Republic - Tommy Gun

2. Cage the Elephant - Halo

3. Adam Lambert - Evil in the Night

4. Porcelain Black - Stealing Candy from a Baby

5. All Time Low - Bad Enough For You

[truxicanfalconer-a-blog]

"Look who came back."

“And it weren’t because o’you, neither.” He shouldered his way past her, rubbing away from the blood from his lip with the back of his hand. She’d stood by and watched it happen from the safety of this hovel, all while he’d gotten the shit beaten out of him.“Next time you wanna steal some fucker’s money, how ‘bout you pick one that ain’t th’size of a fucking mountain?”

[truxicanfalconer-a-blog]

Well, at least she’d been fair with the count, and shoved the stack of bulls within his back pocket. Half he’d keep on his person; the rest he’d shove into a hidey hole he was sure was still secret, for emergencies. But his ears perked up on hearing that she was going out. Without him, after he’d just gotten back. So much for that… “This a date with cards or naked bodies? Cuz last I remember, you’re kinda shit at the first one.” He was still hurting a little from the last time she’d borrowed money from him for a poker game, and she’d blown it all. Their heads, too, when they realized she had no more money to play with.

[comebxckqueen]

Over her shoulder, she flipped Mordecai the double bird. “I don’t know yet. Tell you what: you go cool off, get us some party supplies, and later we’ll see if we’re up for some fun.” 

Normally, she’d take advantage of his hotheadedness to ramp up the intensity, but she didn’t feel like dealing with him at the moment. It wasn’t as fun to push his buttons when all he had for her was griping and personal attacks, and right then she was much more liable to go at him in the bad-hurt kind of way. That anger of hers hadn’t dissipated; it had just been reined in

[truxicanfalconer-a-blog]

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27. “After all, dead men tell no tale.” He put out his cigarette on the man’s eyelid before spitting on his face. He’d put up a fight that’d made the measly bounty not worth it,and it was more a matter of pride that they saw it through to the end. As he stood, he picked up one of the shovels and kicked some dirt onto the man’s face.“You wanna bury him or pike his head?”

[truxicanfalconer-a-blog]

“Tat. Definitely.” He readjusted her on his back before taking off at somewhat of a jog, trying not to jostle her too much, and finally slowed once the bloodied head was just a black dot behind them. When he’d seen the brand, he couldn’t have helped the twisting to his features at seeing the raised melted flesh in the intricate pattern. It was obvious something she wore with pride - especially with the clothes she chose to wear - so he’d never brought his thoughts to light about it. Better to leave that alone than to give her another reason to hit him upside the head. “Yeah, yeah, like I ain’t heard that shit before.” He rolled his shoulders as he glanced down at her bullet-ravaged leg, the metal tang filling his nostrils. Not only was it going to be an ordeal getting it out, but she had a reputation of being a bad patient as well. It was going to be a struggle just to keep her off her leg. He made the final climb to their hutch of a lair and lowered her to the front stoop, stretching his arms over his head to get rid of the ache. “Tequila or vodka?”

[comebxckqueen]

“Tequila. I hid it behind that loose scrap panel on the wall by the bed.” She hitched a thumb in its general direction, then began the delicate process of undoing her belt and working her pants down. She didn’t even make it a few inches before she decided that wasn’t going to work, hissing as the material pulled at the wound.

Instead, Nisha bent down to pull the knife from her boot. These pants were still salvageable; they just had a future as daisy dukes. Cutting around the wound turned out to be much more manageable, and in a few minutes she’d have the site clear for treatment.

[okcupidescapades]

one time when i was a little drunk and laying in bed with a guy, i kissed his neck and mumbled “i could beat the shit out of you” in his ear.

he said “i know”

[justwannafeeltheburn]

(are you able to block tags on mobile?)

[skin-of-his-teeth-blog]

(I do not know but I feel like there -is- a way) 

[comebxckqueen]

[[Here you go.]]

[extrareality-blog]

[anotheraccident]

@comebxckqueen

Aurelia had found her first, but Anberlin had recognized her. Lady Hammerlock, she’d exclaimed as a thoroughly popsicle’d bandit fell over at her feet. She was nothing less than shocked that the woman was real, standing in front of her, rescuing her to top it off. 

Oh, should I leave? Aurelia had asked.

Luckily, she hadn’t left. After an incident involving Anberlin’s phaseswap and an old Loaderbot, Aurelia decided two things. One, with the realization she had found a siren, and one she could use, Anberlin Parish was now under her care (and mentorship. Why not. The girl had a natural talent with a sniper rifle.) Two, with the realization that she had found a siren, Anberlin Parish needed a place to stay where she would be safe from those who would do her harm, preferably as little burden to Aurelia as possible (No offense, she’d said.)

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[comebxckqueen]

When in Sanctuary, one only needs to look in one place for Nisha: nestled right under Moxxi's well-endowed taps. With the level of trust between her and the Crimson Raiders leaving her shackled with a chaperone at all times, she's not apt to linger anywhere else. It's not her first choice of watering holes, but when you've been kicked out of just about every bar in the hemisphere and your fast travel access is still restricted, you have to compromise. She can only stand Hodunk moonshine for so long before it starts to eat holes in her gut.

She can't tell if Zer0 is her most or least favorite person to be babysat by. On one hand, they spare her the awkward attempts at idle conversation, and generally they're content to let her be. On the other, they're always staring (or so she feels, but who really knows what's going on under that mask?) and it's not the greatest time to remember that they're the one who took out her eye with one well-placed shot. Nonetheless, she seems comfy, boots propped up on the table, a bundle of darts in hand, and Zer0 patiently stationed in front of the board while she shoots an outline around them.