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IND. PRIV. SEL. ANGEL FROM BORDERLANDS. CHERISHED BY DES.  EST. 9.29.19

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You'll be able to find Jack and my other muses at @morallygrcy

I'm still working on it but I at least have a url for it

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Everything is mostly set up, but I'll be there!!

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Amara's face scrunched a bit when she felt her resting body being disturbed. Once she opened one eye to see who it was she didn't say a word before her arm was wide open and her little cub could snuggle against her frame. "Wanna talk about it?" She asked her face nuzzling into Angel's hair while cuddling the smaller woman in her arms

ANGEL NODS LIGHTLY. “I’ve just... been thinking about my dad lately. I hate him, but... He’s the only reason I’m here, I’m the way I am because of him. I’m glad he’s dead, but, sometimes? I miss him. He was an awful person, but he was still my dad. Mom, I... I don’t know what to do anymore.”

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Angel: I love Irish slang. Like, it's the most creative craft ever.

Angel: Mr. Flynt was being salty and I heard him call a coffin a "wooden onesie" in the sentence, "Ah jayysus, me nanny looks better than ye and she's in a bleedin' wooden onesie."

Angel: and it was honestly life-changing.

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** I have yet to buy bl3 but i feel like I will already die for Troy.

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“THANK YOU, SIR. He can be found in the Highlands on Pandora. I’d prefer if it was done quietly. I’ll pay you extra for going through the dangers of Pandora. All I need is this man killed, and then I can go back to my relatively peaceful life. Without that addition, you get at least $650,000 though. I’m sorry if that’s not much.”

“I APPRECIATE YOUR HELP.” She added, taking a deep breath. Dealing with Jack’s shit was her job, it had been for a while, but it was still frustrating. The bastard wasn’t even alive, yet she was cleaning up his messes. If she could, she’d kill him again.

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Independent Amara roleplay blog from Borderlands 3

OC selective

Canon divergent

Special thanks to: @nanitesorsomeshite for helping me with the promo

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ANGEL GENTLY PLACED THE PACKAGE ON THE TABLE BESIDE AMARA. “I wanted to share my favorite book series with you, so I bought the collection for you to keep instead of letting you borrow my copies. There are only five books, and it’s only three-hundred pages each, but I used to love reading the books as they came out when I was younger.”

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“SORRY TO BOTHER YOU, SIR. I just wanted to say that you’re really cool. I was hoping to pay you for assistance.  One of my father’s former employees is plotting to kill me for my money. I would do it myself, but there’s a small issue with that. I’m not very handy with guns, and the man plotting my demise is keeping his distance from machines. My strength comes from technology, so, you can likely see the problem. If my dad hadn’t been a raging dumpster fire embodied into one man, I wouldn’t have this problem.”

SHE PAUSED. “You’ll be compensated quite well if you agree. I just need the help, and I hoped someone like you could help.”

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@sumshite // starter 

“MISTER FLYNT! A pleasure to meet you, sir! I’m Angel.” She smiled sweetly, genuinely excited to meet someone as cool (in her eyes) as him. She’d heard about him before, and thought vault hunters were really cool and brave. Even with her bad experience with vaults, she still thought those who seek them out were awesome.

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“HEY, MISS AMARA! I got you something!” Angel said, getting closer to her beloved mentor / mother-figure. She held something behind her back, smiling excitedly

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“OH. Yeah, mom loved it! She was real rich thanks to her family, so before daddy got his good job, mom paid for a lot of our stuff. She died when I was eight. Daddy’s real quiet about it, and he’s never really around, so I gotta do a lot of stuff myself. He says his job’s dangerous, but what’s dangerous about sitting behind a desk all day and leaving your daughter alone?” She huffed lightly.

“ANYWAY, I HEARD LOTS ABOUT PANDORA. Is it as dangerous as he says? Like, I’m not allowed to go down there because he’s scared of me getting hurt, but, I can defend myself.” She asked, rolling up her sleeves out of habit. Nervously, she looked away, tracing over her tattoos. It was a habit she picked up when she got anxious, the feeling calming her.

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“DADDY’S KIND OF MESSED UP.” She said softly. “Wasn’t worried about protecting me when...” She paused, interrupting herself and thinking for a second, trying to remember where they used to live. 

SHE GASPED AFTER REMEMBERING. “My mom’s home planet. I don’t remember it, it was only a few months, but my mom told me about it. It was Eden-5? I think?” She hummed trying to think. “What about you? Where did you live before you came here?”

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Real badasses eat chocolate chip cookies, I'ma gonna get that tattooed across my back in Old English font.

bunkcrs-n-badasscs: An ind. sel. priv. Tiny Tina of Borderlands. adored by Des