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[ independent roleplay and ask blog for krieg of borderlands. #mymeatface - m!a will not be accepted. open to au's and oc's. para, banter, one-liners. - general borderlands appreciation and fanart can be found here. please read all information before interacting. ]

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[ haven’t been on here in so long, feels like it’s been years. ] 

[obstinatedeals-blog]

❝ They expect a NERVOUS, small time Pandora thug                                   so I give’em what they want…  ❞

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[necromorph-slayinglovemachine]

But like

Krieg’s so used to being scolded, pushed aside, forgotten, having doors slammed in his face, people crossing the street when they see him coming like he’s a walking nuclear bomb (even when he arguably performs stereotypically “heroic” deeds already), that to have complete strangers, even people already considered his friends/allies, praising him as a great hero and savior and all that is pretty much like a dog being surrounded by people who wanna pet and love on it and he’s so overwhelmed and overjoyed even his inner voice is at a loss for what to do and he just

cries

because people look at him and they’re not afraid. They smile at him, engage him now and that’s all he could ask for really

[pocketavery]

we need more Steele :3

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[cb350four]

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Voice of the Japanese version of Krieg

Don’t cry when I pull your lungs out through your chest! 

Come to me wrath sponge!

HERE COMES THE BAD TIMES!!

I’m gonna swallow your throat, badass!

I can’t wait to taste your lungs!

I’ll show you what a real badass is!

Splash your blood all over me!

I see meat muscles!

Somebody delivered a FEAST!!

I want to hear you scream!

(This one, we can kill.)

[vaxieon]

This was going to be a longer thing with at least some context (and better looking) but I cant comic properly.

Maya was involved on this one so imagine the rest for yourself

[sorry-stacy]

dunno which one is better so ill just use both

angel is my babbu and she needs more love

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psychoandskag replied to your post:[ psa: always feel free to turn any prompt/meme...

Happy Birthday!

thank you, lovely <3<3

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leaddybox replied to your post “[ psa: always feel free to turn any prompt/meme into an rp! I 100%...”

[TOOTS BIRTHDAY HORN AT YOU]

aw thank you <3

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[ psa: always feel free to turn any prompt/meme into an rp! I 100% don't mind. ]

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[ ❥ ]

The book in her lap lay open, it’s pages yellowed by time. 

The weight of the day hangs heavy upon his lids, his head swelling under the warm prospect of sleep. He reaches forward, his movements hesitant as he lets the pads of his fingers press gently into her ankle and drag just slightly up her calf. 

He knows affection (or any sort of touching really) isn’t her forte, and so he keeps his distance in an effort to not disturb her.

He rests his mask against the back of her leg, his large hand cupping her shin. He takes in one large breath before relaxing completely.

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phasewalkin replied to your post:♡ [good to see you around]

❝Oh, I can’t? Wanna prove that one out, big guy?❞

“There’s a small choice in rotten apples.”

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❅ (truxicanfalconer; I'm sure this promises to be weird)

He’s frozen. Body gone rigid, breath trapped in his lungs. 

He swallows hard and for a moment he’s trapped between dead silence and an urge to push this lanky man off of the couch. 

“Hey.” He chirps up, the guttural growl of his voice lost in phlegm. “There’s a monster under the lounge, sunshine.”

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♫

The crust of clotted blood clung across his flesh in a splattered firework, his jacket slippery with sticky red. 

He’d been reprimanded so many times on his hygiene, or lack there of, so of course the bathroom was his first point of call. 

His ears prickle at the sound of rushing water and the familiar tune of his fellow vault hunter. Though it’s all not enough to stop him from pushing open the door, his hands rising to pull off his marred clothing. 

It was just Axton, right? 

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❅ [if it's not a bother ^.^]

The shack had a certain rustic and dishevelled feel to it; small and bordering claustrophobic. But it was still home, she made it home.  

Her warmth presses into the cliffs of his body, soft flesh against a scarred canvas. He’s afraid to take breath, but she’s dead weight on his arm, and he grinds his teeth as he gently shifts under her weight. 

A low hum vibrates through his chest as he slowly slides his arm free, muscles rippling, his fingers crawling across her back.