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@phaselocks-archived
with my decreased activity ( moving, another muse has come back full swing, & i’ve had no time to play borderlands to fuel maya muse ) mutuals can feel free to hmu on skype @ siiqsa or my other blog, altho i warn you it’s naruto rp bc i’m garbage. when i get more time i’ll be able to game a bit more & keep this blog goin. i appreciate everyone’s patience tho !!
"I just wanted to tell you... I think you're /REALLY/ cool."
❛ you know, i don’t think i’m nearly as cool as you. ❜
i was going to wait a few days before putting this blog on hiatus, but i’m still working dumb hours and just prep for moving has reduced activity significantly. this is JUST temporary !! more of a semi-hiatus anyway, particularly for the first bit. i’m officially moving out !! it’s something i’ve been trying to do for years, and my roommate and i just got approved for the apartment we want. we sign the lease wednesday, and move for march 1st ! in the meantime i’ll still be semi-active, but after signing we’ll be packing up and moving everything. i’m still going to try to get a reply done once in a while though ! and while i’ll be too tired to post most days, mutuals can still find me on skype @ siiqsa !
i was going to wait a few days before putting this blog on hiatus, but i’m still working dumb hours and just prep for moving has reduced activity significantly. this is JUST temporary !! more of a semi-hiatus anyway, particularly for the first bit. i’m officially moving out !! it’s something i’ve been trying to do for years, and my roommate and i just got approved for the apartment we want. we sign the lease wednesday, and move for march 1st ! in the meantime i’ll still be semi-active, but after signing we’ll be packing up and moving everything. i’m still going to try to get a reply done once in a while though ! and while i’ll be too tired to post most days, mutuals can still find me on skype @ siiqsa !
Nice to meet you all. If anyone tries to capture me, I’ll incinerate their brain.
infigurehead.
“I could pretty much tell you what it’s like to not be one. I think it’s a legitimate question,” he retorted, a childish pout ghosting across his face. Without a doubt, he wouldn’t let it slip that he’s technically survived both sides of the tale–– after all: he doesn’t remember the side he inquired about, as is common of an infant, so he may as well have not lived it at all. Despite this, he could have probably answered the reversal of the question he gave just fine, seeing as it was constantly put into such a perspective. It wasn’t as if it was something he had to come to terms with, though. Never could he recall a time when he wasn’t okay being sort-of-but-really-not a god. “––But... that’s a good enough answer for me.”
“So, like, how do your powers work? Do you know? All sirens have like, a universe bending power, right? Like I said, never met one.”
❛ hey -- if i had a better answer, i’d give you it. ❜
there was no contrast for maya -- no sense of normalcy had ever been achieved in her life. her weight shifted; she was almost made uncomfortable by the lingering thought, particularly of how little she did know. of ' regular ’ existence, and of sirens. of course, it didn’t seem like the universe knew much more about the latter ( although, with her short time spent so far on pandora, even the first was questionable for some ). literature on the subject of the powerful women was scarce beyond that one doctor. everything else made them seem like a story. and living such an enigmatic life had been isolating.
-- a snort and a half-shrug later, she pushed the thoughts away.
❛ can’t speak for any other siren on their abilities, but mine? i reach into nothing, but something, and some poor sucker’s caught. i’m not sure there are real inner-workings of it. ❜
tag dump that’s way overdue pt. 1.
Follow Forever !
I somehow managed to hit 300 followers && I’m really grateful ! I’ve been followed by so many great and interesting blogs, but I wanna recognize a few in particular && I apologize in advance if I forget anyone, yeah, my memory is not the best. This is just a few && I love all my followers !
The Favs ! these are the blogs I either thread with most or have just taken too better than others.
@ifshar // though we just started to thread recently, I love your muse. he’s interesting && well written. very creative, and different from other characters I’ve seen before. though he and will wanna beat each other to death—I enjoy our interactions greatly.
@professor-goodwitch // ahhh, we’ve threaded a few times && each time I find your goodwitch to be my favorite. she’s very accurate in my eyes, and with the right amount of snark to be amusing. we’ve roleplayed each time this blog was remade and I do not regret each time.
@littlxrxd // yet another very recent interaction, I love your Ruby. she’s cute && adorkable. just the best. her and Will’s dynamic is pretty interesting. he’ll probably end up babying her, and not regretting it. I look forward to more threads.
@steamvalley // though we only have a singular long running thread; I love your oc. she’s bright, witty and fun. one of my absolute favorites even if she’ll probably give William trouble. it’ll still be fun.
@miscalculatiions // ah the mun of Will’s exercise buddy; also the owner of two amazing bot muses. love the blog, love the ocs, and love the threads. just reading them is entertaining.
The Dash Brighteners ! these are the ones I might not thread with but seeing them on my dash is always fun && enjoyable.
@pumpupblonde // @ultimatedespair // @beruga // @kiraahachi // @deriision // @sccrletfairy // @proistemii // @lustful-dagger // @herepitaph // @bliizzardofhell // @sgtbitch // @dctachment // @ofbastct // @yatsubrxs // @r0cambolesco // @angstiism // @itsfuckinpink // @fullcflife //
People of Interest ! these are the ones I might not interact with much but they’re great.
@phaselocks // @vivamentex // @nobiilitas // @sorciier // @goldenambiition // @atherische // @fangiisms // @of-wisdxm // @flaws-in-my-codes // @etichan // @sevenstcrs // @falcon-knights // @maidens-edge // @hcbbies // @hakxnai // @cxnsign // @vestiiges // @flugelism // @redblade // @5hou // @akitoima // @cineresregina // @dispensxta // @ducere-de-musa //
roleplayiing-memes:
sentence starters: protective edition.
“Don’t let them talk to you that way.”
“I get so angry whenever I hear them talking about you… you don’t deserve it.”
“You could have been killed!”
“What were you thinking?!?”
“Are you alright?! Do you need anything?”
“I can’t leave you here alone.”
“I don’t want to lose you.”
“If they lay a finger on you, I swear I’ll kill them.”
“I’ll protect you with my life.”
“I’ll never leave your side. Not until we can ensure your safety.”
“Who did this to you?!”
“No one messes with you and gets away with it.”
“I’ve got you, don’t worry.”
“Come on, tell me what happened.”
consider yourself LUCKY.
phasewalkin.
@phaselocks
❝Tell me something how’s Athenas? Does it have many plants? I wanted to go there to do my studies but I got some paperwork problems. Do they have more weather options than this place?❞
❛ warm. much warmer than here. it was mostly agricultural and produce, so, a lot of plants. there are some cooler parts, i’m sure, but it’s still a better selection than desert or snow.
if you go, you should let me know -- might be nice to go back. ❜
Claptrap’s birthday..
h4xton.
@phaselocks
Sanctuary was – and had been – quiet.
And not without sufficient reason. Roland’s death and Lilith’s absence permeated the streets in the absence of casual conversation and indefatigable banging of hands against assorted surfaces, loitered indecorous and undisguised in the sunlight, clinging to the outline of Mordecai’s emptied bottles and Brick’s arms braced against the central console; loomed ominous and imminent like the clouds (condensation at this altitude, as he had been enlightened) that hung below, above, around them and in them, the manifestation of all the somber and despondent emotions shared between them all. It was only in Roland’s absence that people came to recognize his importance, his essential inclusion and crucial participation, the magnitude of his sacrifice and contribution on behalf of this community – all in the hope of its continuation. Through nothing other than choice, Roland had become responsible for these people: for their lives, for their safety, for their futures; they owed him everything – and in his absence, there remained only lamentation and remorse left to show for it.
Axton knew that grief. He knew the shock of unforeseen death; he knew the immediate regret from unperformed actions and unspoken words that became ‘too late’; he knew the denial and spite that came in the form of the official announcement of death – as if it hadn’t happened until the second the statement had been issued – and the received missive of passage and apologies. He knew it all but it hurt no less, weighed no less light on his conscience.
But for all his knowing, for all the tragedies he’d endured and friends’ names he remembered to warrant that knowing, Axton knew how to cope. He knew how to recover. He knew how to move on without committing the crime of disremembering.
Silence was not the answer. Pity wasn’t progress.
But the communication of these truths wasn’t as simple as speech. Words, be they unsympathetic and assertive or solicitous and cautious, did little in the reality of grief. He had seen as much, suffered through more, and, through it all, chose not to embrace resignation, promoting recognition and inducing change through action and assumption that could be seen as inconsideration and callosity. He tolerated, almost encouraged, the perception of both should it mean the extraction of an emotion besides despair: anger, amusement, frustration, contempt – no retort could harm him more than the torment imposed upon oneself in thought.
If he could interrupt this cyclical reiteration of grief, interject himself as a means to redirect emotion, then Axton would assume such an enterprise at the expense of sensitivities.
It had been this resolution that obliged him into lingering in the Crimson Raider Headquarters, lights lit to compensate for the encroaching night and air imbued with moisture as suffocating as the intangible atmosphere. It had been here that he remained, patient and anticipating the appropriate moment to approach either Brick or Mordecai, and here that the presence of another person interrupted him.
“Maya.” She seemed to struggle less than the others in the perforation left in Roland’s absence, seeming more… confused about the fact, than melancholy. He couldn’t be certain of that interpretation but an attempt at conversation, a suspension of the silence, if only momentary, couldn’t hurt. “Up for a chat?”
LOSS AND DEATH are not one in the same. death is death, the end of a predetermined cycle. there is no mourning in a simple death. it’s natural, and anticipated. no one expects to live forever. and mortality was not an unknown to her. she’d witnessed it countless times -- often caused by her own hand. there was a rush it brought on; ‘the thrill of the kill’ was exhilarating ( despite how cliché she knew the phrase was ). and from that rush stemmed control. she was able to decide who lived, and who died. by gun, by powers. careful aim, or an easy flex of the wrist and curl of the fingers -- that was all it took. maya could decide. to be able to determine such a thing was something she’d never truly experienced before abandoning the abbey; she hadn’t encountered much else before then, either.
loss remained unfamiliar. there was no one close to her, no one she cared for in any capacity, that had passed. no fond memories to bring on an aching echo. the closest she’s come was leaving athenas. the planet was the closest thing she had to home, even if it never truly felt that way. while leaving it behind was no hard decision, it still left the bitter taste of regret staining her palate. it was not something lamented, however, and it left no sense of a missing piece.
and yet, when the vault hunters collected now, it was no secret that a piece was missing, like an incomplete game board ( and there is no game without a complete set ). it was strange. everything has shifted. the air was quiet. she could feel the anger latching to bereavement, and the regret that more couldn’t be done. the siren knew it was attributed to roland. there had been no time previously for it to be processed, to sink in.
in the days that followed jack’s defeat, the deafening quiet settled in slowly. the high of victory eventually wore off ( was it ever meant to last? ) and the others truly began to realize roland was gone. it was a rare occurrence to see them so muted. maya couldn’t begin to comprehend it. she watched them say goodbye, give a touching farewell to the monument shaped in his name. it would pain her to admit during it all, even when delivering her own words, there was a lack of the same emotion everyone else seemed to display; she didn’t know what she felt.
she practically stewed in that unknown. she was uncomfortable, and uneasy. meditation was considered more than once, but every time it was ruled out. she couldn’t concentrate, not in this atmosphere. her fingers picked at the skin around her nails as she paced aimlessly, distracted by her own uncertainty until axton’s voice snapped her out of the near-trance. a jaded look in her eye lapsed in favour of awareness.
❛ i still hate the silence, ❜ she started, practically ignoring his question; her voice was hardly above a whisper, but still rang like a shout. her brows quickly knit together. ❛ -- that’s inappropriate, isn’t it, ❜ a statement more than a question; social graces were not her forte, particularly in a situation such as this, and she was fully aware. her eyes looked to axton, as if trying to read him in return. he was calm. collected? possibly. he’s seen this before, lived this before, that much she recalled. she half-considered him lucky.
❛ a chat would a better alternative, ❜ she nodded with exhaustion clear in her tone.
consider yourself LUCKY.
wcrldopener.
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❝ No need to be so paranoid, I’ve done this THOUSANDS of times. ❞ Never mind she only had about four times whatever even had a CHANCE of placating the other was one worth taking. ❝ Just stop fidgeting, or you’ll make ME feel nervous, too. ❞
❛ if you’re so sure, ❜ a shoulder shrugs, and a brow raises in disbelief. the woman wasn’t exactly selling the fact that there’s experience, but maya will not openly question. she entertains her, arms crossing with one final shift in her hips; she’ll sit quietly now. ❛ go for it. ❜
✿ maybe juST a platonic one tho....
‘’I thought I’d never see you again” hug
Being a Vault Hunter was risky business, anyone who even set a glance at Pandora could tell that. And anyone that took a look at how the Hunters had to deck themselves out in the best gear they found could always give an indication at just how horrid the planet could be. And sometimes, just sometimes, the group had to split up and do their own missions. Even if it seemed it would be easier together, Zer0 especially for the first few weeks of visiting much rather would have done things on his own. Though he wasn’t as reckless as he had been when he first landed on Pandora, it was still always a hard thing to do letting one of your teammates out on their own. Maya and Zer0, both on separate jobs at their varying difficulties, it wasn’t always possible to keep contact when two people were on very different landscapes of the harsh planet. It was always a relief once Sanctuary was pressed on the quick-travel map. Such a relief to see the other person that the assassin could consider one of his friends in these times appear not too long after he had come back. And as per this line of thought, the fact that the terrain could have bested either of the Vault Hunters, Zer0 would move towards the Siren, opening his arms in an invitation to a hug. And when she took it, he always very gently wrapped his arms around her, leaning down to very carefully bump his helmet against the side of her head.
"Make a meme of shit I've said"-Phaselocks// Part 1/???
"It knows when you're being a piece of shit."
"I'm my favorite thing."
"A man walked into a bar, his alcohol dependency was tearing his family apart."
*About 3 minutes of forced burping*
"You can click on the unfollow button"
"Yeah...I was an idiot."
