#merryclaus

[ultimatelifeform70]

Well if you don't talk to him he'll thither seek you out or think he did something wrong and become depressed.

Well, he did do something.

I'm not talking to him right now. End. Of. Story.

[borderlore]

Anon's question brings me to my own, do you know why Krieg had Guardians in his memories when we were going through Sapphire Run?

No, but similar to Maya, it possible his mind fabricated the appearance of the Guardians from the statues seen outside the Vault of the Warrior. As well, the Borderlands 2 Vault Hunters could have encountered the Guardians in any of the Eridian ruins dotting Pandora’s landscape before the group separated and went their own ways.

[border-spam]

What is a brotherly thing that Troy does that Tyreen loves\appreciates and vice versa?

YES YOU MAY. 

These would be early / mid COV era within my AU:

While their personal ships are considered super private do not enter unless someone is dying / NO TYREENS ALLOWED / TROY IS A LOSER safe zones, they spend a fair amount of cooldown time in the shared cloister between both docked sanctum ships in any cathedral, and it’s where the majority of actual sibling shit happens.

Troy is a habitual night owl ( to an unhealthy level ), and always keeps Ty in mind while he’s browsing the echonet or queueing shows to watch while she’s asleep. He’ll throw new seasons or episodes of shows he knows she hasn’t seen into her playlist as he watches, or sometimes just shit he found interesting in the hopes she might want to discuss it with him after she watches it.

Tyreen will leave drinks or snacks next to him if he’s out cold on a couch or by a computer when she wakes up, she tends to subconsciously monitor his weight and pushes him to eat more without needing to say it if he looks like he’s lost any.

Tyreen doesn’t eat much herself - the Leech Siren power keeps her hungry but not for actual food. Troy does cook for himself quite often and will bring leftovers into her ship and leave them in the kitchen if she’s out. He cooks with a lot of fresh vegetables and herbs, and she appreciates the switch up from the junk she normally eats as prepping it herself would be near impossible when the plants wither at her touch.

While the intimate closeness of growing up with only themselves and Typhon, and then surviving for a year with only each other on Pandora is something they quickly stopped doing in public due to it being misinterpreted in ways they didn’t want to have to deal with, they fall into old habits easily when in private.

Passing the same cup of coffee back and forth between them, eating with their hands from the same plate, sprawling half on top of each other on the same pile of cushions or couch as they plan upcoming streams or review cult data passed on by their Saints.

Troy has an incredibly steady hand trained through years of engineering and creating art, while Tyreen has the dexterity of a log but two strong arms to work with. An unspoken arrangement they have often is she will sit behind him with her legs around his waist, massaging into the painfully strained muscle of his neck and right shoulder while he paints her toenails and they talk complete shit about anything interesting that’s happened.

Troy never questions her sudden neediness for contact that can appear after a stressful or frightening day. He knows her, he gets it, and he’s the only one who she can take comfort from when she desperately needs an arm around her shoulders, or to bury her face in his chest and insist she isn’t crying.

Tyreen is painfully aware of his frail physical condition and habitually appears at his ship door every week or two with a small testing kit and takes bloods while he gives her a rundown of how he’s feeling. 

He would never trust a COV medic for this, mostly because his ego wouldn’t want his health issues to be public and damage his persona and reputation, but he’s never been concerned by Tyreen drawing a sample even before his spinal implant was installed and could provide one without a needle. 

He self medicates based on the results and gets very irritable if she tries to give any advice, but she’s learned a long time ago that feeling like a burden.. a parasite.. is something that would hurt him deeply, and understands why she needs to not be involved and she should leave this to him.

While Troy is noticeably neat and tidy in his living space, Tyreen is not, and tends to let her private quarters get to the point of causing her stress over how messy they get. No cult priest has access to either ship, so after multiple failed attempts to get her to keep her quarters clean before the mess would get out of control, he just said fuck it and made his bot fleet do it instead.

The final part of their cleaning script has a:that_bitch.DefilthTyreenAbode()function that sends them across the living space and into her ship if it hasn’t run in the last 2 weeks.

It took her months to realise it was happening, but the first time she spotted the procession of janky little junk bots wobbling across the inner cloister floor and through her ship’s airlock to go tidy and dust, she found the most expensive bottle of whiskey she could fling a million $ at online, and left it on his workdesk.

He still has it years later, stashed away and unopened in the same storage area he keeps Typhon’s old jacket and his faded photo of them as young children with Leda.

Asks are Open!

[yuriplisetsky-rp]

😏 Seven Minutes (back at it)

//Hi!

8. Just Sit There//

Yuri groaned as a few hands shoved at him, pushing him and another figure into the closet. “What the fuck?!” He yelled, turning around and trying to open up the closet, even kicking it but to no avail. “Let us the fuck out. I never agreed to this!” There was laughter coming from the other side of the closet. “SEVEN MINUTES!” They yelled, before laughing again, the laughter dying off as he walked away.

Yuri groaned. “Fuck… How did I get into this mess?” he said aloud. He slid down to the floor, content to sit there and ride out this mess. Seven minutes wasn’t that long, right? He looked up at his closet buddy. “Sorry that you got roped into this mess, too.” Yuri’s leather skirt pushed up around his hips, and he adjusted it down a bit. He wore a boat-necked top with long laces sleeves with the words “WICKED ANGEL” on it, with a skull with wings in the middle and three roses.

[nightlyravens]

merryclaus replied to your photo: Glitched

He looks like Tyreen is taking over his mind and he’s forgetting who he is. This is so good ����

My idea is rather close to that!! i really like the way you see it though :o

[norppalia]

Do you think we can get a sfm Tyreen looking at her siren marks with shame? Like whenever she looks at them all she can think about if accidentally leeching her mom?

oh right hhmmm i can give it a shot i suppose

[everybody-loves-to-eat]

Steak and eggs combo? I loves that.

coming right up

[mmthemayoarts]

Now that you know Troy is the brains behind this whole cult will there be art of Tyreen being confused on what to do and Troy is just flashing her cards behind the camera?

Most likely xD it’s an obvious joke to make, but I like the idea.

Tho I also don’t want to get too wild, since E3 is right around the corner and we may get some new bits! About the twins or other characters, I need that new material!