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independent zane flynt from borderlands 3. selective, private, 21+, slow activity. read rules & about before interacting. penned by mash.

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                                                 ‘ gods don’t negotiate. ‘

[valtsv]

i hate it when people ask “what’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever done?” like. awfully bold of you to assume i’ve reached peak dumbass.

[rpmemes-galore]

Shadowhunters — s1, ep2 : The Descent Into Hell Isn’t Easy  {Sentence Starters}

“So, that settles it.”

“We can’t torture him.”

“Was that the pep talk?”

“No more ‘ I’m sorry ‘ ‘s.” 

“You can’t trust anybody.”

“It’s not good for any of us.”

“Hey, we’re a package deal.”

“You’re nothing but a traitor.”

“Is he always so charming?”

“We do not. Have. The. Time.”

“Last chance to save yourself…”

“Remember, you were born to do this.”

“Are you kidding me? I was born afraid.”

“Yeah, this place isn’t creepy. Not at all.”

“Hey, uh, don’t eat the food. Dangerous.”

“If you’re not strong enough, you will die.”

“You’re supposed to stay under the radar.”

“Is this the least revealing thing you have?”

“See, the problem is, now I don’t trust you.”

“That’s cute… You assume I have feelings.”

“So, this cold-blooded killer’s gonna help us?”

“The process can also kill you, so there’s that.”

“How are you not ultra freaked out by all of this?”

“That is the first correct thing you’ve said all day.”

“You should know, the pain will be excruciating…”

“You really know how to ruin a pep talk, don’t you?”

“For someone so old, you’re not too wise, are you?”

“You were killing about the runes on the floor killing me, right?”

“That’s precisely my point, you don’t know anything about this.”

“I’ve been a little busy protecting our people from certain death.”

“My Latin’s pretty rusty, but I’m almost positive that’s not what that says.”

“I’ve seen every horror movie ever made. The funny best friend who gets left behind… dead man.”

[kalimeh]

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                                                 ‘ gods don’t negotiate. ‘

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                                                 ‘ gods don’t negotiate. ‘

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thehandsomeasshole‌:

“Lan-…” Jack managed to catch himself before he scolded the man, who was probably the same age as if not older than him, for swearing. It was a habit, again, that he hadn’t quite managed to snap out of. “Alright. Fine.”

Jack, however, made no moves of his own to drop his weapons, neither the ones that were visible or the ones that… weren’t so visible. “Yeah, sure thing, sugar. We can ’chit-chat’ for however long you want.” He said, lowering the shotgun so it hung closer to the ground and he took a few steps back, “Not exactly sure what you’re lookin’ to talk about, but, Hell. Go for it. Any wrong moves and you’ll be worm food, don’t make a difference to my day.”

He still didn’t remove the mask, and most likely wouldn’t unless the man managed to severely piss him off. It always made him laugh watching the realisation on their faces when they saw him, it was a kind of fear you couldn’t get from anything else. “So, what'dya wanna chat about, kiddo? How you waltzed over here and tried to rob me?”

   finally, they are getting somewhere. with the situation not so much in zane’s favor, but this isn’t the worst he’s dealt with so far. by now he’s already planned a couple of ways to go if things did end up for the worst, but he’ll be crossing that bridge when they get to it. if it’ll come to that, that is. “now i know--- things might be lookin’ that way, boyo, but---”

  but, there’s not much the operative can add to that, really. it is how it is. once he feels the barrel of the gun be removed, he tentatively turns around, trying to make sense of the guy who’d quite honestly, caught him by surprise. otherwise things would have gone down very differently. 

  “first of all, sure, i totally believe ya and yer trigger happy attitude so i won’t be tryin’ anythin' weird---” arms still up, zane can’t help but to follow with a shrug, his entire presence nonchalant, as if he wasn’t just looting the place clean, nor adding to the nervousness of the stranger. “---second, i’m a bit older then to be called ‘kiddo’, but i’ll allow that and third---”

   eyes narrow briefly then, as if to play it serious. “--yes i was tryin’a rob you. well---er loot---been told the place was abandoned long ago. so sue me fer followin’ a false lead.”

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i might be doing another thing--

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me, wanting to join that discord server but also bein a fuckin bum-- how do words

[ssaejima]

Oh, I made my money doin’ dirty work for every rich arsehole this end of the galaxy. Figured it was safer to quit before one of them decided to pay me with a bullet. So Vault Huntin’s my retirement, I guess!

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thehandsomeasshole‌:

Jack’s eyes were just about visible through the wide slit in the hood, one still a bright blue and the other a desaturated green, a thick scar running right through it. It wasn’t often someone could pick up on his identi from the eye alone, though Jack wasn’t about to put it past this stranger. He was different to the other bandits- or, dare he say it, vault hunters- and the fear of the unknown sent him into high defensive mode, like he had something to protect.

The accent, too, was sicky familiar much like his attitude. It wasn’t common, at least not for Pandora, though he’d swear he’d heard someone speak with it before.

“Ah, ah, ah.” Jack scolded, eyes settling on the hand that was now resting on the gun, “You’re not in charge here, sweet thing. I said you throw a weapon away and then I’ll do the same. You don’t get to make the rules, here. Remember you’re talking to a guy with a shotgun pressed to your back who you just tried to rob before you draw on me, huh?”

“So, I’m gonna give you one last chance, kiddo.” Jack hissed, grip tightening on the gun as he used a tone he’d often use on his daughter when she was younger, “I’m gonna count to five. ‘nd if I don’t see your guns on the ground, I’m gonna blow your pretty little head clean off. Got it? Good.”

  “ah shite---” the curse is muttered, more or less to himself at the fact that he’d managed to tick the guy off, merely by ... well, doing what he’s been told to do. just not in the right order and zane has to try real damn hard not to roll his eyes, but then again--- shotgun pressed to his back...

  yep. gotta give a bit of patience into this one. “was just doin’ what you told me to do, boyo. nothin’ to it.” and he’s not exactly lying either.

  still, he understands the nervousness around meeting strangers in this god forsaken place, so he’ll let him have the benefit of the doubt. “i already removed one of me guns, am i good to go with the rest? or do ya have to remove yers first?” the tone turns out a bit exasperated, as if he’s itching to get this over with as soon as possible-- 

   ---and he is, before he’s moving to do what he’d been stopped doing before. that is, removing the rest. he’s got about five seconds to it, doesn’t he? once he’s finally done, save for the fancy tech he’s carrying around with him at all times, his head tilts some once more, eyebrow perked up. “there. removed what i was packin’--- well, not ALL of it, but ye’know-- we good to chit-chat now?”

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thehandsomeasshole‌:

Jack’s brows slowly lowered down and his head titled ever so slightly to the side. ‘Boyo? Who the hell was this guy?’ he asked himself, before shaking the thoughts away and eyes settling back onto the man in front of him.

“Hell, it’d make my day if I didn’t have to shoot you, kitten.” He replied, tone teasing in response to the questionable nickname given to him by the stranger, “But, I got a feelin’ that ain’t the way it’s gonna go, huh?”

The gun nudged against Zane’s back slightly, pushing him forward, “Not dropping my guns 'til you do, kiddo. Eye for an eye, let’s say. For every weapon or otherwise you toss away, I’ll do the same and then- Hell! Maybe we can talk about this like grown-ups!”

At this point, Jack was already far too agitated with the other man to try and cover his voice like he usually would. He wasn’t quite sure what gave him such an… off-feeling, but something sure as Hell did. “So, come on, cupcake. Show me what you’re packing.” He said finally, his voice dangerously low and deep as he took another step closer.

   "ain’t the way only if you don’t cooperate.” there’s a small tilt to his head, not quite looking back, but trying to, eyebrow raised at the teasing nickname. as curious as zane might have been, there’s no need to push the guy’s buttons just yet and have him press the trigger earlier than need be. considering there’s no need to do so, unless absolutely necessary, anyway. 

   he takes a tentative step forward, eyes narrowing for a moment. there’s something oddly familiar about the guy’s tone and overall demeanor, but out here--- you could never know who you’d come across as is. most of who or what zane came across were mad enough and needed to be gunned down anyway. kill or be killed, that sort of thing. 

  but alas, he’s not quite sure where to put this guy, just yet. all he does know is that he’s liking the change of pace and the teasing--- the innuendos well enough earning the other guy a chuckle. 

  “ohh, you’d be surprised, boyo. but i’ll drop the gun, if you do me the same favor.” and he does, hand going for the other one he’d had stored on his hip, well as the rifle on his back. the clone technology is kept quiet about, as is the little drone buddy that accompanies him, considering it’s not too obvious to pick up on. “let’s talk about this like grown-ups, like you said.”

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thehandsomeasshole‌:

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"Hands up where I can see 'em, bandit." Jack grumbled, voice hoarse and eyes narrowed beneath the worn down hood he'd pulled off an actual bandit he'd killed.

Nowadays, he didn't seek out conflict. He knew he wasn't as strong as he once was and he wasn't stupid enough to bite off more than he could chew. No, he'd wait until he was strong again, powerful, and then he'd get his revenge.

But when he saw this bandit snuffling around where he was camping out, he knew he'd have to deal with the situation before it became something more... bloody.

He cocked his shotgun, slowly stepping forward until the end of the barrel was pressed to Zane's back, "Now, tell me, what exactly are you doing here?"

   to think he could’ve done this without anyone interfering. it was just too much to ask, it seemed, but considering how often things went for the bad, rather than the other way around, 

  it wasn’t surprising in the least. a common occurence given his specific line of work. especially around these parts.

   it was merely annoying and an inconvenience zane didn’t feel like dealing with, pausing and lifting both of his hands with a mere sigh. best to go with it, far as the operative was concerned whenever it came down to it. 

   “not a bandit, boyo.”  he’s trying to keep his tone as neutral as possible, despite the way his shoulders tense as the end of the barrel gets pressed up against his back. calm and steady wins the race--- or at least, his gadgets do, if need be. 

   “what’s it look like, i’m lootin’. thought this place was abandoned. turned out, i was wrong, sue me fer tryin’. now, i’m not here to cause trouble, you can drop down yer gun and we can--- talk it all out in peace, right?” right.

[phantomemes]

sentences from the youtube series  ,  buzzfeed unsolved .  primarily taken from season 5′s supernatural investigations .

“ it doesn’t matter because you’re dead ”

“ it’s not impressive  ,  no one’s impressed ”

“ the spot of your death is now a lovely gift shop ”

“ as god as my witness  ,  he snapped him in half ”

“ i seriously want you to throw something right at my face ”

“ you can live in the cave ”

“ i’m a big fan of your name ”

“ the fact that you steal  ,  that’s really funny to me ”

“ that’s the greatest thing to steal  :  a man’s joy ”

“ because i’m a masochist ”

“ i’m going to regret this ”

“ i’ve lost the ability to feel ”

“ they’re gonna fucking murder you ”

“ the way you shushed me was quite rude ”

“ cowards  ,  all of you ”

“ i’m strange and off putting ”

“ i should not feel confident in the face of any man ”

“ here you are  ,  smiling in the face of the devil ”

“ i hate bats ”

“ bats sometimes carry rabies and that’s a thing i’m afraid of ”

“ not today devil birds  ,  not today ”

“ i think i’m blacking out right now ”

“ i don’t think i’m going to remember this moment ”

“ i think i’m gonna cry ”

“ i keep forgetting there’s ghosts in here ”

“ if you know me and my debilitating fear of bears  ,  this is my worst nightmare ”

“ i’m standing on an altar alone ”

“ maybe you’ll wake up in the middle of the night and eat your cat ”

“ i’m so glad that’s over let’s go eat taco bell ”

“ were you making horse noises ? ”

“ in case any of you needed a reminder this place is a twisting nightmare ”

“ there’s a good chance i’m gonna fart in here ”

“ well this is horrifying ”

“ let’s do each other a favor and not show ourselves to each other ”

“ if you could do me a big solid and not do anything that would be sublime ”

“ this is just as horrifying as i thought it would be ”

“ you talk to hide from the silence ”

“ do i look like the kind of man who could give advice ? ”

“ several bad choices have lead me to this moment ”

“ let’s play look at the ceiling tiles !  1 , 2 , 3 , 4 … ”

“ i just wanna know if you think they have belly buttons ”

“ i did meet some of the most insufferable people but they also met me ”

“ if it sounds like a duck and walks like a duck ”

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like for a short small something! 

[crystalisk]

listen, gorgeous. i’ve had a lot of jobs in my day. janitor, exterminator, plumber – you name it. but through it all, i’ve been alone.