#madxtm

[partalitigress-blog]

Hollowed grounds closed

@madxtm

Amara and the rest of the fleet of Sanctuary were invited to a costume party in Moxxi’s bar. Everyone brought their A game and made some well design costumes for themselves. Amara tried her best with what she bought trough the Echonet and made a tiger costume.

Her hair was dyed orange with black stripes around it, some round tiger ears and black stripes around her body to simulate a tiger’s stripes. Plus most of her clothing was orange to fit in with the stripes.

The party was going well until a loud booming sound could be heard in the distance shaking the whole ship of Sanctuary and making everything go dark. Amara was knocked down by something in the darkness and the last thing she heard were screams from others.

Once she regained consciousness the Siren stood up slowly and placed a hand on her head with a grunt from the massive migraine she was suffering. Her vision soon focused and noticed that her hands were no longer hands but paws.

Freaking out the Siren quickly looked for a mirror and saw that she no longer was human but anthropomorphic version of a tiger. Panicking even more the Siren rushed to the bar to wake Moxxi up and see if she can reason what’s happening.

[eatpowers]

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

SENTENCE STARTERS.

     “   HAH!  Ain’t that cute…   “   Tyreen rolls her eyes,  grin cracking face while head shakes.   “   I mean,  guess I can’t be too mad.  ‘Least my poltergeist will be hot.  You must really be a fan of me if you’d choose to haunt me over some other assholes.  I can promise you,  I can give you more than those crimson losers you hang with.   “

[sirhys]

[ pilot ]

T-Pose For Dominance (x)[ pilot ] your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them

   “H-hey, wait-wait-wait–!”

   Lectra City was… quite the place. He’d never been past more than the   first block before the whole thing with Maliwan started, but right now, it   felt like the one place he could go without fear of running into any of their   troops, granted he wore a (poor) disguise. Bandits, though, that’s another   story– and the long and the short of it ends up with him wandering down   an alley towards the sound of music, just to feel arms around one of his,   pulling him quickly in a different direction.

   “Wh-what’s the big deal, what–”

[redjaybird-savedarchive]

Give us one thing from your muse’s wishlist that you really want to write in a thread!

[iiiii never wrote down a wishlist anywhere, but I know I had some things I really wanted to do. Like maybe more villain-y threads where people can actually see that he can be scary. Or some of the AUs I do have listed on his AU page (which I need to fix a little bit but its mostly fine).]

[rubyredsiren]

2. ' Where did you find inspiration for your muse? '

[Muse Questions]

[I’ll be real I’ve always enjoyed OCxCanon, so a lot of Sammy’s aesthetic vibe comes from Moxxi, that and a few other characters would have to be Steven from SU, Star from SvtFoE, and Mabel from GF. Just this little hotshot fireball of a teenager who’s got a heart of gold and is constantly ready to party.]

[spiderantsandbullets]

sorry i’m late.

The bandit woman leaning against the outer door of Moxxi's bar blinked at her before green eyes narrowed in a grin that's hidden by her bandanna.

"Ya ain't never late Mox. Ever'one else's jis early yeah? Pandora'd jus' 'bout run on ya schedule 'f ya put ya mind t' it." She strolled inside and hopped up onto a barstool, setting her chin in the palm of one callused hand. "Ain't like perfection like yers c'n b' achieved on short notice. What's ya special t'day?"

[ferocityflynt]

if you tell me yours, i’ll tell you mine.

x / accepting.

could you blame him for his wandering eye?  he thinks he’s done a good job of keeping his glances subtle and brief,  but the tilt of Moxxi’s painted lips says otherwise.  he remembers her vividly from the casino years ago and he never remembers people.  Moxxi isn’t just a regular woman,  though.  he thinks she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen in his life,  and he’s seen a lot of them.  been with a lot of them too–  just like she has,  he’s sure.  with a face like that?  and her voice,  and her body,  and her eyes…  woah,  cool it,  Zane!

“eh–  my biggest secret?  y’know,  beautiful,  somethin’ tells me you won’t tell me yours if i share mine.  but i don’t mind.  gettin’ me to start talking about myself is one of the easiest things you’ll ever have to do.”  he laughs,  loud and boisterous.  even though he’s as taken with Moxxi as he was the first time he laid eyes on her,  he’s keeping his wits about him.  nothing can get rid of his sarcasm and sense of humor.  “i don’t really have any juicy secrets.  but people are always entertained when i say i’ve been divorced seven times.  i’ve been married about…  twice that number!  left the planet before we could finish signin’ the papers!”  he seems all too amused with himself as he finishes the drink she served him.  and that’s another couple hundred dollars in her tip jar.  “what about you?  a woman like you…  she’s gotta have a lot of things hidden.”

[itsagoodtouch]

' Whoops… that was not medicine. '

The psycho’s bloodshot brown eye shot open at the soft, light, sultry voice.

Where was he?

Instincts had him grabbing for his buzzaxe, but then the past 7 years came flooding back and he slowly started to relax. They were on Sanctuary III. Krieg had been off planet when the call to action had been sent to the Raiders, and by the time he had gotten to Pandora, they were already in Promethea.

It was a long while before the ship came back around and Krieg was finally able to reconnect with old friends, though it had been a bad reunion. One of the newer recruits had damn near fatally wounded the psycho approaching the ship in fear of him, and the man remembered blacking out.

He had expected to see Zed or Tannis upon waking, but instead the gentle smile of a familiar bartender greeted him. His eyes roamed her familiar figure for a moment and he blinked once, twice.

Had she gotten even more voluptuous since he had last seen her?

By his ancestors, did she age backwards or something?

The psycho tried to swallow and immediately regretted it, seeing as his throat was completely dry. He sat up and grunted. “Need the feel good juice.” His voice was a hoarse whisper.