GODS. DON'T. NEGOTIATE.

"i am the dying light, the dawn who died for the night, for the stars, for the cataclysm come supernova writhing inside of them. " INDEPENDENT ROLEPLAY BLOG for TROY CALYPSO from the BORDERLANDS franchise. make sure to read my rules and pages before interacting. written by nat est. oct. 2019.

[crownedsins]

sorry for being MIA! work has kicked my ass PLUS i just found a new place to live!!!! so my next couple of weeks are going to be dedicated to packing + moving + working, i’ll try to be here in my spare time thank you for your patience!!!!!!!!!!!

[firstdegreefraud]

richietoaster‌:

Are you a “can’t write dialogue” writer or a “can’t describe anything” writer

[crownedsins]

(touches the water) i’ll be here to do starters soon i’m just working a lot right now + got a lot on my plate. thank u for ur patience.

[prometheas-deactivated20200116]

@crownedsins​​ : teach.

hands were wide on narrow hips, back bent and chin placed on his shoulder. a shuddered breath escaped rhys’ mouth, resisting the urge to squeeze his eyes shut. for some reason, troy had taken pity on rhys’ poor attempt to aim a gun at him, as if the man had never touched one before ( he preferred his stun baton, thank you ). the mocking bite in troy’s voice trailed off into something else —— intrigue maybe ? the CEO was struggling to gauge what — body language wasn’t one of his strong suits to begin with. brows furrowed in frustration, attempting to pay close attention to the generous help of the other.

‘be greatful that the god-king himself is taking pity on your terrible aim, huh? i could’ve killed you where you stood… still can, by the way!’ rhys’ teeth grated, jaw clenched in attempt to keep his mouth shut. right now was not the time for a snarky response. instead, he took a shaky breath, repositioning himself with troy’s hands guiding him ( he refused to acknowledge that he liked the warmth of troy’s hands on his hips… not yet, anyway. maybe when he was alone in the comfort of his own sheets) and adjusted the grip on the weapon in his hand. “so, great god-king, what do i do now?”

[crownedsins]

if you were truly loyal to your sister, you wouldn't be sleeping with the enemy.

“ you — you do know who you’re talking to, right? ohhhhhhhhohoh. oh! you are so dead! so god damn dead, you — the second i get my god damn hands on you —  “ 

the words boil out, anger swells like a wave, thick in his throat. betrayal. to know what they’re suggesting, troy grits his teeth, and hates the blade of shame that pierces through his heart. troy’s admonishments die on his lips, and he doesn’t have anything more to say to that. and he’s afraid that if he does try to open his mouth right now, all the fragmented, ugly pieces of him that are trying out in loneliness at the way their future will turn out will tumble out of his heart in an embarrassing amount of tears. he’s not that pathetic, and he’s not stupid. he knows that this thing with zane can’t last — 

( the burning embers in his heart, flaring brighter and more painful remembering the way that zane’s arm had been wrapped around him, arm resting low on his troy’s waist. and that left troy wanting with an aching intensity that he never knew he had. he crafted this persona, and he’s spent a long time with a single-minded goal — become god. become the best god he physically can be and put his skills to use. bury the other parts of him, the parts that don’t matter, that don’t get a voice. )

he turns and walks away before they can say anything else. his heart beats erratically, too fast for it to be normal. he feels like he’s left a fragile part of himself in zane’s hands, something he’s never getting back, something he doesn’t want back. those parts of him are safe there, he thinks. ( troy doesn’t know if he’s ever known zane’s heart, so carefully guarded with false sweetness and facetious compliments. )

his sister. loyalty. zane.  with zane, he feels — human. something he hasn’t felt in a long time. with tyreen — it’s a feeling hard to crush, hard to smother. anger seems too small of a word to describe the ragged feeling in troy’s chest; hatred is too limited for the vastness of tyreen’s shoulders, her back casting an endless shadow that troy can’t quite outrun. he has too much on his mind, and troy resorts to hiding away. 

[devotedecay]

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

[ferocityflynt]

“so,  you,  me,  a romantic night out at the nicest bar in this planet?  what d’ya say?  it’ll all be on me,  so you don’t have to bring your wallet or anythin’.  just bring you and yourself!”  is he annoying?  oh,  most definitely.  but he’s not the type to back down when he’s into someone if they haven’t rejected him yet.  does he look smooth as hell with his hand propping him up against the wall and his hip perked?  probably not,  but he believes he does and that’s what matters.

[crownedsins]

this — this is completely unexpected. troy gives an arch of a brow, and a look of surprise is something he can’t conceal on his face. because, well. it’s unexpected. sure, they’ve been sleeping on and off for the past couple of months. sure, zane is the reason for a bunch of their plans blowing up in their face. sure, troy is the reason some of zane’s friends are dead, and then some. but, that makes the sex all that more enjoyable. where they hate, they bleed, they claw and have the best night of their life. and yet. here they are. zane, trying to look — well, whatever he calls that, asking him out on a date.

it’s now, troy is realizing, he should have killed him ages ago.

troy lets out a laugh, in a poor attempt to cover up his amazement. no one’s ever asked him out, before. he’s a god. he doesn’t like the way it makes him feel. ( human, troy realizes. he feels a little human, when he’s supposed to feel like a god. )   “  you realize — you really think i want to be seen out in public with you? i — hell. you know what? what the hell do i have to lose? if the night goes badly, i can tear you to pieces. or have someone do that for me. if it goes smoothly, i guess i’ll be getting laid. fuck it. treat me to a nice night.  “  

[crownedsins]

hi. it’s me. ur god talking. like this to write me a starter. because. y’know. i’m GOD.

[crownedsins]

there's a radio broadcast somewhere where all troy does is call you a whore for 20 minutes in soft tones with background noise. it's very popular.

[crownedsins]

hi. it’s me. ur god talking. like this to write me a starter. because. y’know. i’m GOD.

[crownedsins]

oh, he’s so drunk he’s falling over himself AND troy. So he just sits down instead, accidentally knocking over the glass he was reaching for. “Hey, boyo. You should... you should pierce my nipples. Like yours. Those are really cool lookin’, y’know! Jus’ do it,” he’s already slipping his shirt off. No going back now.

troy lets out a noise somewhere between annoyance and disgust, especially now that his shirt and shorts have alcohol on them. his hand settles on zane’s shoulder, that’s suddenly bare skin. when did zane take his shirt off? they’re both incredibly wasted, to the point where troy can hardly see straight. so, such a request is one that a responsible adult should deny. except, troy isn’t responsible. not now, not ever. he doesn’t have to be.

besides, who doesn’t want to get their god damn nipples pierced by a God? 

troy grins, his palm brushing against one of zane’s pink nipples, peaked and hardened in the cold. he pinches his nipple between two fingers, his other hand moving along the table to find a sharp object. troy leans in until they’re face to face, and crushes his lips against the older man’s in a bruising kiss. there’s some sort of high, even in his inebriated state, to hold so much power. the level of trust that zane puts in his hand, it stirs his blood. a rare and maddening smile, eyes bright, shoulder soft instead of hunched. his hand slides down, running along from chest to stomach down to his thighs. troy looks him over and finds him maddeningly beautiful, even in the poorly lit room. he can’t wait to see his face twist with pain. 

“  you, you are stupid.  “  his voice slurs, troy’s never been one to handle alcohol well. his fingernails dig into his thighs, and he laughs.  “  i hope, fuck, i hope you don’t regret this. i’m gonna, i don’t have anything on hand besides my own piercing. fuck, that’s hot to think about. a piece of me, in you. through you? whatever. the point is, it’s hot. that’s hot. the fucking vault hunter, with a god’s fucking piercing in his nipple. how fucking hilarious. every time, damn, every time you feel it, that’s gonna be me there. you’re going to have a fucking piece of me in you. an’, and and and — let’s get this over with. i can’t wait to see you with my piercing in you. you’re going to look hot.  “

[crownedsins]

going 2 talk about the rat boy’s face

troy has probably, considering his already extensive body mods (i.e. his arm and the back brace thing), gone deeper than the surface in terms of strengthening himself. like i mentioned before, he probably suffers from marfan syndrome, and was overall a sickly kid who couldn't keep up with tyreen as they kept growing older. so he probably supplements with with extensive modifications to reinforce his body- which brings us to the lines and metallic bits on his face. since marfan syndrome weakens connective tissue, and affects the major bone in the upper jaw leads to being super narrow (which is why his teeth look like that, it leads to considerable crowding of the teeth) his facial mods (i.e. the lines- which if u look at the shading seem like scars/cuts- and the metallic bits.) are there in order to strengthen/assist his jaw rather than solely an aesthetic purpose.

[crownedsins]

u ever think about how screwed up this is.

[nonalignment-pact]

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[crownedsins]

what in the feck is dabbing and why do you keep doing it?

“  what, you’ve seriously never heard of dabbing? man, where the hell have you been? don’t you know? it’s preformed only by us gods, it’s for us to assert our bitch ass swag over everyone else. like so.  “

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[crownedsins]

however, flareon is the only fully evolved fire type pokemon that cannot learn solar beam