#pcrasite

[numericalassassin]

( I love all the Troy RPers I talk to; troycallypso, pcrasite and -looks at smudged writing on hand- lameducksanitation!

@troycallypso @pcrasite @lolfucknegotiations )

[badcss-blog]

@pcrasite  // sc

“ Not even you, could ruin how fucking wonderful this coffee is. “

[like-follow-obey]

❛ there’s no ‘we’ in fries. ❜

“Hey, yeah, you’re right. But there’s definitely an ‘I’ in it.”

And she promptly picks up the entire container of fries and starts walking away.

[hunterwithheart]

“What are you doing?”

Timothy flinched at the voice, yelping as he twisted around to see just who had snuck up on him. Oh... Oh Geez of course it was never someone nice or friendly. It had to be Troy Freaking Calypso. Of course. Well he had a good run, swallowing hard he started to sign, would this guy even know sign language??? Probably not. 

“Me? I’m just scavenging parts. Help build cars and stuff like that.” He explained simply moving his hands slower than usual so troy could follow them and hopefully understand. If not... Well he’d have to talk... He just hoped Jack was far back enough before this guys time on Pandora not to recognize his voice.

 “What are you doing out here?” Please not looking for a way to kill time... At least not in a violent bad for Timothy way.

[ampleinnuendo]

‘  birth is a curse and existence is a prison.  ’

♥︎  meme | the good place.

      Manicured nails dip quickly into the previously offered glass, yanking award liquid favor. She ignores the stinging splash against unseen cuts and he doesn’t seem to notice her actions. If he does, he may be too doused in his own thoughts or aggressive diatribe. Moxxi rightfully doesn’t care  (   – get that boy a ginger ale and call it a night, will you ?  ).  Still, she pours him another, weaker this time, and slides back into old motions, cautious and carefully crafted persona.   

“  Alright, handsome – mind sanding down that edge for me a bit   ?   Not that it ain’t cute, but you don’t want any of your followers catching you on tape with that kind of attitude, hm  ?   Plus, you’re scaring the other customers.   ”

[opflynt]

☾ ( (ง'̀-'́)ง fite me )

  – fight the old man // accepting !  – ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

      “ Y’ ain’t gettin’ that map, boyo! ” Unfortunately, despite the years he had on the twin, he wasn’t exactly a match for that big cybernetic arm. He’d be dammed if he didn’t at least TRY, though. Nails dig into the wrists pinning his shoulders down, ignoring the sting of his tight grip around the metal. Eyebrows pull together in a frown, heavy boot kicking out in an attempt to catch onto SOMETHING. Zane glares daggers at the twin, a growl to his tone as he continues to claw at his wrists. “ Y’ takin’ this too damn far, lad!  Eventually somethin’s gonna happen n’ y’ ain’t gonna bloody like it! ”

[botjok]

@pcrasite asked:  “ it’s not impressive , no one’s impressed ”

     ‘’ awww. is someone a lil’ butthurt ? ‘’ moze stood with a massive smile , and an even bigger crystallized husk behind her. steam rising from iron bears guns. ‘’ use all that ‘ god ’ magic you want. still not enough to stop iron bear. ‘’

[numericalassassin]

rush [ :3c ]

Nonverbal Starters

How foolish for one of the Calypsos to end up on their own, exposed, without the mob that nipped at their heels like rabid dogs who would rip themselves apart for even the slightest glance from their so-called gods. Even more foolish that it be him, the parasite, the one who could not drain the life from those around him with a touch and a thought.

Foolish or cocky and both ended the same way in Zer0′s experience.

They waited, watched, shifted their position until they could strike. They didn’t want to kill him, not yet, but a catch like this could end the whole war if Tyreen actually cared about her brother. And, if she didn’t, that was one less Calypso twin to worry about.

When he’d turned his back they pounced, sprang out of hiding to slam into him from the right. He was already balancing a great deal of weight on that side, all Zer0 really had to do was tip the scale violently in the other direction and bring him down. Knock him out, take the arm off, and they could drag him back for Lilith to deal with. Surely she’d be pleased.