May you find your worth in the waking world.

Masochistic Souls-Borne fan. I like other games too. Casual hobby artist and writer. https://archiveofourown.org/users/NocturnalDivide

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Me: I want to write a fanfiction where there's actual character development and growth between my ship. I want them to have a whirlwind romance, complete with all the cheesy tropes, but also be tasteful and thoughtful and angsty-

My brain: write smut u thirsty binch

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Writing fanfiction is cool, until you realise you are writing the fanfiction that you wish you could read, meaning that you can't experience the pure joy of reading a fanfic you have been dying for.

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My brain: Whoo, this is catchy

Also my brain: Holy shit, moon? Moon. MOON. ELPIS-

GEARBOX MAKE THIS INTO A BORDERLANDS THEME PLZ

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Troy: I'm an excellent lover, I'm fucking rich, AND I'm hung. ;)

His S/O: *stares at him for a moment* You're definitely two of those three things.

Troy: *deadpans* One of them better involve me bein' hung. >:)

[takeponpon]

邂逅

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TROY CALYPSO FAN: My thirst for Troy runs as deep as the oceans

ALSO TROY CALYPSO FAN: How tf do this sickly jankass binch make me thirsty

[avionetca-deactivated20200709]

Gaige from BL3 DLC :3

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BBY GURL

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Have you ever had anxiety so bad it hit you like:

Thas me

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RANDO BL3 AU SNIPPETS:

I came up with this idea in the middle of my mini-angst fic and what was I thinking reeeeee

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Troy strolled into the bridge on Sanc-3, minding his own business. He kept to himself, mainly to avoid the daggers being glared at him from across the ship's narrow halls. In the few months since he began living here, the only person he made a meaningful connection with was Ellie. Being engineers, the two had bonded over a love of machines.

The former cult leader had become something of a gopher for the hefty mechanic, trusting him to getting things when she became preoccupied with other tasks. It was a simple job, all he had to do was pick up tools and go flee back to the safety of the cargo hold.

"Just check the nav console on the bridge, beanpole." She instructed him.

"Oh, 'fore you git onto the bridge, I should warn ya, there's an AI with a bit of a mouth on 'im. Don't let it get to ya." She warned, and with that, she turned her back to him, flipping the mask over her face as she resumed the task of welding the chassis to the technical they were working on.

Lo and behold, the toolbox had been stashed against the navigation console where she said it would be. As he stooped to pick up the toolbox, he failed to hear a voice echoing throughout the room to get his attention.

"Hey! Hey, you!" The voice whistled sharply to get his attention. A pair of large wireless headphones was jammed over his ears, rap music blasting loud to drown out the taunts and jeers from his newly acquainted "allies." He was bobbing his head in time with the music, oblivious to the voice.

Troy set the tool box on the console, obnoxiously whistling. the bridge to the rap song off-key. He popped it open, peering down, quick eyes taking careful stock to ensure nothing was missing inside.

The AI was getting fed up of not having the man's attention and took matters into its own hands.

"You gangly ass bitch." The voice cut through his headphones, cutting off his music with a high, static-y screech. The sound gave him quite a start. He pulled off his headphones, ears slightly ringing.

Obliviousness soon gave way to annoyance.

"Huh? Excuse me?" Troy was now irate. He had know where this annoying ass voice was coming from. He swiveled his head around the bridge for several seconds, trying to find the source.

"Psst, hey! Look over here!" It instructed.

He found himself staring into a pair of creepy glowing button eyes.

It was possibly the ugliest, rattiest stuffed animal he'd ever had the displeasure of laying his eyes on. Its sad polyester fur was clumped and matted together in several places. Though it was difficult to tell in the bridge's low lighting, the color of its fur was a pasty pink. It had probably been brighter at some point, but not anymore, considering how filthy it looked. The robo-teddy looked like it was stuffed then strained through in a sewer grate, then shit straight out from a Saurian's asshole.

And to say nothing of the smell that it emitted.

So this was the AI Ellie warned him about. How he missed it, he honestly had no idea.

"What the fuck?" He asked out loud, and not for the first time since he'd been on Sanctuary.

"Yeah, you heard me, you toothbrush lookin' ass muthafucker." It sneered, robotic teddy head looking up to meet his stare. Troy could see a row of rusty, serrated teeth, as if it were grinning at him.

This nasty lookin' thing was giving him lip. And it sure had quite the mouth to match. If it looked as bad as it smelled, it was probably highly unsanitary too. Troy's skin was itching as he balked at the little foul-mouthed creature.

"Who the hell are you?" He questioned. There was something about its glowing, beady eyes that was unsettling. Whatever fur hadn't fallen off had shown a spindly, metallic body and exposed, chewed wiring underneath. All in all, it was creepy, almost like it came straight out of an ECHOCast horror flick. Ty would probably have loved something like this.

"Name's BALEX. Navigator of the Crimson Raiders. Don't wear it out." The little bear sounded smug, like it almost puffed up its chest in pride.

"Oh, I know you, Troy Calypso. You that cult asshole that tried to destroy the universe 'n shit." The AI said without much preamble.

He didn't know what the hell he did to gain the wrath of an AI, but it was trying to pick a fight with him. Troy decided to humor the AI.

"Haha, yep. That's me. Bad guy supreme." He quipped, voice heavy with sarcasm. He, flipped the lid off the toolbox to close it, then tucked it securely under the crook of his elbow. The AI seemed to narrow its eyes at him.

"You better check yo ass, Calypso. I've got my eye on you. Your creepy-ass cult shit ain't gonna fly here." It threatened, eyes cast in an eerie glow.

He never met an AI that talked a big game. The Crimson Raiders had an interesting cast of characters all right.

Troy wondered if it was physically possible to strangle the life out of a navigation AI. Or at the very least, shut him the hell up. Shunting it out of the airlock looked appealing right about now.

"Sure." Troy said with a roll of his eyes. "I'll be good. I promise." He turned heel and left.

Not one to be discouraged by Troy's milquetoast response, BALEX tried a parting shot.

"Yeah, that's right, bitch! You better run!" BALEX taunted at Troy's retreating back.

The words had its intended effect. The man froze in his tracks, turning to the AI with the dirtiest look he could muster. At first, Troy was annoyed. Now, he was getting rankled by this asshole.

"What'cha gon' do 'bout it, rat boy?" It taunted.

He tensed his shoulders. He was going to do nothing. He heeded Ellie's advice. He was treading on thin ice.

The smug ass AI was baiting him and it nearly succeeded. It was doing the equivalent of schoolyard taunting. Troy wouldn't do anything. At least for now. He wondered if it were physically possible to strangle an AI. Or, at the very least find a way to get it to shut the hell up. The image of shunting it out the airlock was highly appealing.

He shoved the headphones over his ears, ramping the music up to its loudest setting. If he had to rank the Raiders by most annoying, he'd probably share the number two slot with that little yellow robot. First place went to that annoying, blue haired gnat that had a tendency to buzz around him when he was trying to mind his own damn business.

"Tch. What the hell did I get into?" He muttered. All he wanted to do was get a damn tool box.

A month ago, he was the leader of the universe's most powerful cult, merging with blood thirsty Corporationss and raking in billions. He was a literal god that moved celestial bodies on a whim.

Now he was being hassled by some low-tier Tediore AI on some filthy tin-can in the middle of space.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

[chaosroid]

[norppalia]

for once i didnt draw troy the whole day wow PLANNING to draw troy to match this too though :9 (Will be up on redbubble soon! In the meantime feel free to browse!  Redbubble: https://www.redbubble.com/people/Lazulizard/shop?asc=u )

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Thinking about writing a small, thing where Redeemed!Troy visits Nektotafeyo to see his dad's grave and comes to terms with his dad's death. I wanna make it extra angsty. Should I do it? 🤔

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TROY'S REDEMPTION ARC: PT.2 - ECLETIC BUGABLOO

I'm back! And I bring more ideas. Quarantine compels me to stay inside of my goblin hovel like a Yharnamite and also drives me to madness. What sort of sucks is that I still work at home lmao

So, in the first part, we've established that Troy being one of good guys wouldn't come easy. In my AU, Troy would be joining with the Crimson Raiders while they're in absolute shambles. With their Commander gone, so has their morale, as well as their will to fight on. He couldn't have come at a So, what happens if Troy became more slightly ingratiated with the Raiders?

• The people who would despise him the most would be the Vault Hunters. Given that he's the one who defects to the Raiders, he's something of a scapegoat. He'll be met with pointed, hateful glares and suspicious side-eyes.

• He'll always be regarded with suspicion and doubt, even though he's trying to make a difference.

• Does not like being reminded of his COV past. He's done. Finished. Yes, he recognizes what he did was wrong. Yes, it was fucked up. No, the vast piles of wealth means nothing, to the nightmares filled with screaming, to the immense guilt he feels festering like a wound in his gut.

• He gets testy to the point of near hostility when he's reminded of this, when any of the Raiders bring it up.

• Has guilt and self loathing issues. Mommy issues? Daddy issues? Boi's got so many, he makes Tina look stable by comparison. Obviously, there are no therapists in space to work his issues out with. Not that there's anyone who'd be willing to talk to him anyways.

• Having been raised with an unhealthy fear of people means that he holds everyone at an arm's length. A lifetime of keeping others away, makes it even more difficult to empathize with them.

• Troy felt that he lost his sense of humanity after losing his mother, only compounded further when he went deeper into the cult. Any sense of love or compassion for others, bar his sister and maybe his father, was probably buried with her.

• Speaking of his mother... Don't you fucking dare speak ill of her. That is a line you should never dare to cross unless you have a goddamned death wish.

• Troy has an unhealthy fear of growing closer to people. But having followers? It's easier to command them, to see them as little pieces on a game board to a much larger game, as numbers, than it is to see them as people.

• He's effective at being ruthless and calculated. He's always been good at logistics and can calculate gain against loss. Even if the loss of allies is monumental, if there's a chance at winning, he'll absolutely take it. By this logic, he sees the Raiders as another means to an end. Just because he's a "good guy," doesn't mean his methods aren't good or moral.

• Even so, he's not exactly put in a position to plan things out, and rightly so, because Troy is a potential powder keg in the works. The Raiders don't know what to do with him. They don't trust him, so he's in a peculiar position.

• He flits around different parts of Sanctuary, trying to make some kind of difference.

• Notices that Sanctuary is an overworked, tin-can floating through space and is astounded that its lasted this long. Fuck it, why not? He's good at fixing things and making it workable again. It's a shame no one will spend time trying to fix him.

• In the several months he stays with the Raiders, he people watches and starts to see things. Really see things. The things he first sneered at now capture his interest. The fact that he sees friendship, grief, love and loss is a novel, uncomfortable experience for him. He's become acutely aware of how others see him.

• He's not comfortable with how people see him as a freak. The large mechanical monstrosity of a right arm was an intimidation factor used to build his image, now lying scrapped in some junk heap on Pandora light years away. Strip away the mechanical arm, and the image of the God-King is also stripped away. He didn't wear the arm, per se, it's more like it wore him.

• He initially clings to his cult persona. He's comfortable with the arrogance, the vanity, the rage that it inspires in every single human being around him. It's familiar. Even though it's a husk of what was once feared, it's the only thing he's ever had.

• Staying with the Raiders is makes him undergo an identity crisis. Being the God-King doesn't matter here. It makes him realize that the only thing that separates him from other people are the swirling red, luminscent tattoos he's been cursed with. Maybe... he's not so unique afterall.

• He's doesn't know if he's Troy Calypso- God-King, or Troy DeLeon, a weak, pitiable, freak, or just...Troy.

• Just let it go, he quietly tells himself. This mask he's been wearing had done more harm than good. So, what's the fucking point?

• Why bother with the God-King persona? It's all a damn façade. He never really knew who he was.

PT.1 is here!

PT.3 is a comin'

Ask me anything!

[asrikins]

A hoonter must hoont

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Hey, everyone! I'm new here. I've migrated over from AO3. Tumblr's scary and I have no idea what the heck I'm doing. I've been on a huge Borderlands 3 binge and like any thirsty nerd fan I really like Troy Calypso. Aside from that, I live for Bloodborne.

Please feel free to ask me anything regarding BL3 HCs!

Looking forward to interacting with y'all.

Please talk to me I'm so very awkward

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Bby gurl

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Me writing a Troy Redemption fic like:

Troy: I'M ANGSTY

Troy: AND I'M HAVING AN EXTENSTIAL CRISIS

Troy: I'M ANGSTENTIAL