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@ninetoesthebandit
So, uh three balls eh? Isn't that uncomfortable?
Nine-Toes shook his head. "Nah, not at all, feels natural ta' be honest. Always thought most men with two balls were uncomfortable, since it'd feel like somethin' was always missin'."
M!A list
1 lost: My muse has lost one of their senses, for anon specifies.
I'm sorry: My muse has amnesia for anon specifies.
Sleep forever: My muse is in a coma for anon specifies.
Kitty: My muse is a neko for anon specifies.
Insanity: My muse is insane for anon specifies.
Bloody: My muse is a killer for anon specifies.
Bleed: My muse has horrid injuries for anon specifies.
Next lover: My muse will fall in love with the next person in their inbox for anon specifies.
Frozen: My muse has one (or more) limbs frozen for anon specifies.
Burned: My muse has one (or more) limbs burned for anon specifies.
Black and White: My muse now has an opposite self for anon specifies.
Cry: My muse is now super fragile and sensitive for anon specifies.
Kill me: My muse will be suicidal for anon specifies.
Be here with me: My muse will want the next person in there inbox with them for anon specifies.
Storm: My muse and the next person in there inbox will be stuck in the same house with a horrible storm (storm specified by anon) for anon specifies.
Bad Dreams: My muse will have nightmares for anon specifies.
Memories: My muse will have memories of something in their head for anon specifies.
Chain: My muse is chained to the next muse in their inbox for anon specifies.
Bells: My muse will hear bells (anon identifies what kind of bell) for anon specifies.
Truth: My muse will tell the truth for anon specifies.
Dare: My muse will do everything that starts with 'I dare you to' for anon specifies.
Follow: My muse will do anything that the next muse that puts 'do as I say' for anon specifies.
Hold Me: My muse will be mentally broken and wants to be held in anon specifies' arms for anon specifies.
Graveyard: My muse will be in the graveyard for anon specifies.
Midnight: My muse will be nocturnal for anon specifies.
Shakespeare: My muse will dramatize all actions and reactions for anon specifies.
Don't be afraid to add more.
Honesty hour. Nothing will be unanswered, ignored or deleted.
ninetoesthebandit said:
“Damn fuckin’ straight I’m a bandit, though haven’t been doin’ much killin’ lately. Too busy keepin’ Hyperion outta Skag Gully, or trying at least.” Nine-Toes laughs. “Invincible? Bullshit, ain’t no one alive like that.”
“I hATE HYPERION (thanks you, captain obvious, everyone give this guy a hand-) qUIET! AnD DO yOu waNT tO FIND OuT??? (let’s not start fights with everyone we meet, okay?)”
Nine-Toes tilted his head slightly. "Quiet? I ain't said nothin', yer a weird Vault Hunter ya' know that? I'd love to find out Psycho Hunter, but now ain't a good time, heh, maybe after Hyperion is gone."
hunter-hellquist said:
You’ll get paid whatever I feel like giving you. I’m kind of half assing this little project anyway so it’s no skin off my nose if you don’t want to cooperate.
"Then hit the road, if you ain't gonna put any real effort an' cash then I ain't either."
((So would anybody want or care if I wrote out all my headcanons for the bandits like Clayton, Bonehead, Taylor, etc.? Cause I have so many and if it was possible I would rp all of them no joke I mean I just love them all so much like wow hello mysterious villains with no backstory can I help you with that? ))
TWO MASKS?
((So I just noticed that if you zoom in on the picture that Borderlands wiki has of Bonehead, then you can see that he also wears a psycho mask under his bone mask.
Which makes me wonder 'wtf Bonehead you don't need 2 masks you psycho' but then I suddenly make the headcanon that he wears it because everyone wants to see his face, because my headcanon is that he never shows it to like anybody for any reason.))
I dare ya!
Hey, asshole, I will /pay you/ for any dirt you can give me on Moxxi. You ever find anything juicy, you give it to me, got it?
Nine-Toes snorts and crosses his arms."Oh yeah? How much? I ain't tellin' ya' or Hyperion unless ya' gonna pay well, an' maybe not even then."
You Can't Compromise with Anarchy! | red-light-riot & ninetoesthebandit
Moxxi cringed as she felt his disgusting hands touch her. She had no idea where those filthy bandit hands have been nor did she want to find out. Hell, she didn’t even want to know when the last time he bathed was or what he bathed in. Moxxi gave him a disgusted look, slightly inching away from him. What he suggested was even worse. Ninetoes was going to take full advantage of the situation and milk everything he could out of Moxxi. She figured as much.
Supplying his men with booze and pizza was fine by her. She had enough money and supplies to feed him and his gang for awhile. Moxxi still didn’t like the idea of giving her precious resources to Ninetoes of all people, but for what she was asking him to do, it was a fair trade.
Then he asked for a discount on ammunition. Convincing Marcus for a discount on anything was next to nearly impossible. She had a better chance of finding a needle out in the Badlands.
Then he asked to for her to be his personal fuck toy, which absolutely repulsed her. However, it looked like he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. It was best to compromise with him. She then pushed his hand away from her and took a step back to get away from his fowl smelling breath.
“I’ll tell you what, sugar. I’ll supply you and your men with booze and pizza. No disagreements there. I’ll see what I can do about the ammo. No promises though. And lastly…”, she said cringing at the last part. ”You can have one night with me to do what ever you want. As long as it doesn’t harm or kill me, I will do whatever you say for one night. Do we have a deal?”
Nine-Toes took a minute to ponder the agreement. He knew that she'd be able to supply them food and alcohol, while he was only slightly hopeful for the discounted ammo since Marcus was as greedy as they come. The bandit was a little miffed that he'd only get a night with Moxxi, but it was better than nothing.
It had been a good while since he'd had a decent fuck with a woman, or sex at all, and to do what ever he wanted to her? The possibilities were endless, even with the two restraints. Nine-Toes could just picture Moxxi on his bed, sprawled out on the mattress begging for more. The image alone made him hard and had he been a man of lesser control, then he would've taken Moxxi then and there.
The bandit made a sound with his mouth and spit into his hands, then rubbed them together. "Damn straight ya' got yerself a deal." He said with a large grin on his face as he held his hand out to her. "Just let me know when ya' wanna fuck an' I'll get this place all setup for us."
☠
Blood dribbles down Nine-Toes's chin, he'll be a dead man in a few minutes, but that doesn't matter. All that matters is killing the leader of those stupid vault hunters. His hands grip around Roland's ankle weakly, hoping to drag the soldier down to Hell with him as his guts spread out on the ground.
"I...I'm gonna rip ya'...rip ya' to shreds till...till all yer bones bleed...an' burn what ya' love to HELL!" Nine-Toes coughs, choking for air as the world blurs and darkens around him.
"One more chance...an' I'll take ya' with me..." He whispers, lying dead before the Vault Hunters.
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(First I'd like to thank Tumblr for not notifying me these asks! Really Tumblr, thanks.)
Translation: Dear,, Miya Maia Yaym BLUE HAIRED SIREN BITCH
i dunno who the fuck ya are ya look reely hot tho so thats reely nice n stuff i guess so maybe id fuck ya probably since ya aint 1 the orinal vault hunters tho id still fuck lith? illith? ah fuck it ginger siren bitch ya know what i mean. anways cum to my camp an we can fuck like skags oh bring moxxi to 3somes are nice
signed,,,
9 toes
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You Can't Compromise with Anarchy! | red-light-riot & ninetoesthebandit
Living in an anarchy certainly has its advantages. To do what ever you want, whenever you want, kill with no consequences, was a dream come true to most. People had tried to bring order to this violent planet but ultimately failed in the end. Everyone was out to fend for themselves and only the strongest survived. With the fall of Handsome Jack and Hyperion, Pandora was back to its anarchical reign. The vault hunters had moved on in search of other vault on other planets.
Moxxi had taken over Torgue’s arena and she was making more profit than ever. However, the neighboring bandit gangs were having none of it.
Running the Underdome meant having a healthy supply of “contestants” ready to fight for her. Of course, only so many could volunteer so a bit convincing and luring in bandits was involved. This time around, the leaders of the bandit gangs were sick and tired of losing their men to Moxxi and her sick games so they decided to take their own stance.
These bandit gangs would cause major property damage which cost Moxxi a fortune every time she opened the Underdome each week. Torgue would only lend her so much money to pay for the damage. She had invested in a high tech security system and had the help of the Crimson Raiders and whatever remained of Brick’s slabs to help protect the place, but even that seemed to not be enough. She was in desperate need of more help.
Moxxi began to think who else could help her. With the vault hunters away, she didn’t have many options. She did consider hiring some off world help, but it would of been way too expensive since the season had just started. For now, she needed local help.
Without many other options, she decided to turn to someone she thought she would never ask for help. She contacted Nine-Toes. With the help of his gang, she would be able to cheaply solve some of her bandit problems while helping him out. However, Nine-toes seemed skeptical. There had to be a catch and Moxxi wasn’t exactly trustworthy since she had used him in the past since she had forced him to fight in her old Underdome.
So, Nine-toes decided it was best to make a compromise. To meet privately at his hideout in Skag Gully. Moxxi was going to have to gain his trust if she had any hope for him to work for her again. So, for now, it was best to listen to what he had to say.
Moxxi made it to Nine-toes’s shit hold of a hideout. As she walked through the various camps, trying to avoid stepping into skag shit while ignoring crude comments from Nine-toes’s men. She made it to the elevator that led down to Nine-toes’s lair, obviously not happy after the hell she had to endure to get here. His skags roared and growled at the intruder.
“Alright, Nine-toes. I’m here. You wanted to talk right?”
Nine-Toes sat on the steps leading to his stage, the bandit's mask was lifted up enough to show his mouth. A sharp whistle came out, as his three skags rushed to his side, tails wagging with excitement. He rose, stretching his body. Afterall, Nine-Toes was in no hurry, Moxxi was at his mercy this time around, despite this he wore his 'Safety First' sign around his crotch.
The bandit strode over to her in long strides until he was face to face with Moxxi, he was a head taller than her, even with the high heel boots. His hands were hidden in his pockets, The Clipper attached to his side, as the skags had followed their master, sitting patiently by his side.
"Nice ta' see you're finally here, Moxxi. Was worried my mighta... roughed ya' up a bit." Nine-Toes chuckled. A toothy grin showed that his teeth were only slightly yellow, however his breath smelled like a skag that just drank rakk piss.
"Now 'bout our... business deal." The bandit rubbed his hands together. "I know ya' told me ya' can't pay much, due ta' the damage costs. How 'bout you supply us? Ya' got yer own business wit plenty of alcohol an' food, an' that last ex of yours, Marcus? Sure ya' can butter 'im up to sell us discounted ammo. An' maybe... heh, maybe ya' can give yer 'services' ta' me fer free, eh? What do ya' say?"
A hand slid out of Nine-Toes's pocket with one finger trail up her side, his tongue licked thin cracked lips, as another chuckle came out.
Do you know what's up with that Face McShooty guy?
Nine-Toes shrugged. "Eh, not really. He's part of the Slabs, right? I don't keep up with the big guy Vault Hunter's little bandit gang, all I can tell ya' is that he likes bein' shot in the face."
Oh yeah TMI Tuesday
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EMOTION CHALLENGE!
Write an emotion in my ask box and I will draw my muse feeling said emotion.
Some suggestions:
Happy
Sad
Confused
Annoyed
Drunk
High/ On Drugs
Angry
Very Angry
Horny
Depressed
Anxious
Day Dreaming
Tired
Embarrassed
Seme
Uke
Poker Face
Afraid/Scared
Mischievous
Crazy
Bored
Sick
Epiphany/Realization
In love
Shy
Sleepy
Pleased
Kawaii-Desu~!
Amazed
Crazy
Disgusted
Lonely
Guilty
Pouting
Impatiant
Suspicious
Flirty
Neutral
Full of Feels!
(( I’ll try to do it today if i can and if i don’t get a ton of them <:D ))
[Send me some! I will do them once I get home from work——in 8 hours :,D]
