#phaseleech

[norathecobbler]

A couple of the many changes I would make to Borderlands 3.

Maya lives, she just gets knocked comatose for most of the story (I also want someone to reasonably sit Ava down and talk to her)

As an act of spite, Tyreen sends the phaseleech to Ava. So this young teen will need to deal with these new changes to her body while attempting to break the cycle of death and abuse that this power and Tyreen's soul have dealt with

[puzzlepcice-a]

                the mocking response isn't enough to earn her verbal one.   not at first.     she doesn’t want  to give into her rage ----- her sorrow that had led her here.    even as tyreen invited herself into her proximity and  TAUNTED her in the guise of two friends sharing a secret.     and wore that smug,    childish smile on her face that so many fallen sirens had seen before they were SLAUGHTERED and consumed by the monster right before her.                how could she turn her back on her sisters like this?  lilith and amara had told her that sirens fight together ---- for each other,   stand together-----protect each other,    for as RARE as they were.  and now,     standing before a woman that had the potential to kill her,      or worse,     torture her and have her final moments broadcasted on every television station across the galaxy and take what she had for herself to do god-knows-what with them?    to hurt MORE innocent people?  it made her stomach turn.   tyreen,  troy?   didn't DESERVE to be called sirens.   

                    witnessing the childish glee in her eyes vaporize completely and transition with an unsettling swiftness into a hungered,     predatory one does make clementine tense.   but she can’t let the other know just how much she’s fazed,    and the teenager keeps the olders eye-contact.    refraining from grimacing at the display of a venomous tongue that peeks out between her lips-----as if tyreen could TASTE her power now.        fingers that lie on her crossed arms clenches,     short nails digging into her skin----just to keep her entire palm from colliding with her nose.   ❛   you say that as if you KNOW you'll get them. STEALING sirens powers doesn't make you a god, tyreen. it makes you as fucking pathetic as your brother. you don’t even fight fair.  ❜ 

-------- @phaseleech​     !           /         x      .

[norathecobbler]

I have 2 conflicting theories about the whole "Seventh Siren" thing.

1) The Leech IS the 7th siren. Simply, how would Jack know that there were 6 sirens if number 6 was inactive until 20-30 years ago and may not have even been in the greater galaxy until after his death?

2) The Vault of the Sentinel showed Jack that 6 Sirens existed, along with the Warrior. If Leech is one of the 6, then it makes sense that an information cache would know about it. However, that means the 7th siren was either was sealed away before even the time of the Eridians, or she was so sealed off that the Eridians didn't bother to write it down.

[thcwatcher]

" -- unless you got deets to the DESTROYER. i don't want to hear it. " // phaseleech

@phaseleech​

Oh they had the information. It was sat comfortably in The Watcher’s mind and in the mind of every dead Eridian. They were only aware of one other Guardian that might know the ‘deets’ on the Destroyer’s situation. Whether or not any human knew...well that was another matter. They could not control the passing of knowledge even if they tried.

“I may, I may not. I would not be so quick to part with the information, however.” The power hungry Siren was someone to be wary of. The leeching powers were bad enough, but could be considered ‘okay’ at best, in the right hands. In her hands however, The Watcher was sceptical. The powers didn’t seem to be able to be used for good. Nothing went right when they were used, lest of all in someone like her. Call The Watcher biased against someone, it wouldn’t hurt them. 

“Especially to someone like you.” Someone whose intentions were not exactly wholesome. Pandora itself wasn’t wholesome. The whole planet seemed to lie in a morally grey area, as did those who lived there. They were not bound to what was right and what was wrong, only to what needed to be done to survive. Yet, The Watcher could tell there were those that lined up less on the side of the evil than on the side of good. Call it a vibe, call it a gut feeling or intuition if you felt like it. The Watcher knew, deep within them, when something wasn’t right.

And this woman seemed to stink of it.

Behind the mask, The Watcher gazed at the Siren. They’d heard snippets of the echo casts that went out. There was a certain...hilarity about them, but they were also rather dark. There was no chance that The Watcher would be able to convince Tyreen to abandon her plan, her brother might be a little malleable but chances were still slim to none. “Are you certain you want to go through with your plan? It may not turn out exactly how you think.”

[numericalassassin]

" oooooh! disappearing and reappearing murder? loving it! LOVING IT! it's like mumbo jump gone psycho. " // phaseleech

@phaseleech

“I am no psycho,” Zer0 hums and flicks their blade to clear it of the viscera from the cultists they’d just taken care of. “They are only screaming brutes, I am an artist.”

They hadn’t had an annoying voice over their Echo like this in years. They’d kind of missed it honestly.

[visata]

[ rip + clothing ]   your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse. // phaseleech and angel!

She rips your bra off. She's rough with it, and you cup her face with your hand before you sink down again "Tyreen, baby, don't be so rough." You coo at her. You lovingly kiss her thighs. "You need to slow down, I won't do this if you're going to be a brat." You warn her, resting your hand against her stomach. You were so lucky, she was gorgeous, charismatic, and powerful. And she seemed like she wanted you, of all people.

[ferocityflynt]

" oh nooooo. you killed my followeeers, whatever will i dooooo-- blah blah you're making it reeeeaaal hard for anyone else to be my number one fan, vault thief! it's so flattering seeing how much you ADORE me. " // phaseleech

the God Queen’s shrill,  taunting voice has become all too familiar.  she’s in his ear much more than she’s in the other vault hunter’s ears,  calls him her super fan way more than she calls any of the others.  he knows it’s because she actually likes him.  not your traditional sense of liking someone,  of course not,  but she’s clearly into him and he’s into her too,  though he thinks she makes it more obvious than he does.  after all,  he’s supposed to be the good guy,  right?  and the good guys don’t go sniffing after the villains like bloodhounds.  a little too late for that,  though.  a guy has needs and right now those needs happen to be aimed at an evil siren about half his size.  

“if these idjits were really your fans,  they’d put up more of a fight,  girlie!  i cut through them like a knife on butter!” he belts out loud and proud,  wiping the mess of blood off his face.  “adore you?  i don’t know about that.  i jus’ want to slip into those pants of yours.  got a status update for me?  ‘cause i’m real hungry right now,  gorgeous.”

[botjok]

@phaseleech |  🍆 - …rub my muse’s still covered crotch

     she lost her gun. pinned to the ground. how had she even gotten to this point? tyreen over her, her hand rubbing against her crotch with vigor. moze knew that she could just suck her dry at any point, and didn’t understand why she hadn’t yet. probably just to tease, and she hated how much she was loving this. yet never let a moan escape her lips. staring at her gun scattered across the room.

     ‘ get off me! ’