#scratchyourownnuts

[pastismyown]

@scratchyourownnuts 

The only thing going through Natasha’s mind was a long stream of swears. The mission was suppose to be a joke, but something told her one of her underlings had been fed bad intel. Or gave bad intel. Either way, someone’s head was getting yanked off as soon as her boots hit Pandora. If she got back. Dodging around Helios, looking like the typical piece of Pandorian trash the people of Hyperion hated, she was starting to think getting back was a god damn pipe dream.

Her luck had a habit of running out rather quickly, and as she turned a corner, Natasha slammed full on into... someone, she didn’t care who, because she heard footsteps headed in their direction. A hand slammed around the strangers mouth and she drug him into the nearest door, slamming it behind them. The poor soul she’d grabbed didn’t look like he could hold his own against a pack of kittens, but she still pulled her revolver out and pointed it at his face. “Scream for help and I’ll see exactly what’s in that pretty head of your’s, alright?”

[misskadamifyourenasty-a]

[text] when i start to cry when i lose at mario kart is when you should put me to bed

          {text} Awe, you were adorable though. Pouting, super cuddly too. 

[misskadamifyourenasty-a]

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          “Oh, now who are you, cutie?” Nisha purred, dropping down off of Jack’s desk to approach the younger man. Her smile was predatory, she knew that, but that was the exact point. He looked like something she could break in and she’d not had anyone to break lately. Partially because Jack had her tucked away with the best doctors in the galaxy reconstructing the damage from where she’d taken on the vault hunters. Almost everyone thought that she was dead, so she was thoroughly enjoying the reactions of people that she was still alive.

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      One thing he learned pretty quickly was how you lost all idea of time when you go into hiding for a long time, least considering it was entirely into hiding — the only person he occasionally dared to check in with without fearing to get his head blown up was Janey, and that only on the occasions where she'd be very sure on her own. 

      The last weeks, or months, or however long it had been since he vanished for the sake of breathing had been rough, to say the least. It shows in the weight he lost and in the way he carries himself if there was anyone to notice. 

      There had been some close encounters. Sure had been; and he's tired in general. The hopes to set off to one of the Edens or somewhere even further had long gone to dust (he'll settle for some cave with nobody around by now), and it's just to live to another sunrise, sunset, sunrise. 

      Lady's head goes up; the skag nestled next to him while he patched up whatever was left of his coat clearly alerted, and a moment later, he hears the noise too and freezes. 

      People.

      Or one, at least — he's too tired to tell.

      This far out?

      Shit.

      There's no real hiding spot other than the rocks they settled behind, and he's not sure if they'll make do — left his guard down, just a bit, because he is too goddamn exhausted (he didn't sleep in two days, and he doesn't know when the last time he properly ate was), so one hand comes to rest on the skag's neck to soothe her, and silent prays on his lips that they'll pass without noticing him.

      The other hand is on the gun though, just in case, even if he'd hate to use it.

[snake-oiled-chief]

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 “Hey dork.” Sasha chuckled softly and yanked him close, pulling him into a tight hug.

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          Hyperion. The name emblazoned on the stranger’s vest was almost enough to make Maya shoot him on sight. Hyperion stooges should know better than to keep meddling on Pandora since Maya herself and her group of friends killed the Warrior and sent Handsome Jack to a well deserved grave. She’d enjoyed putting a bullet in his brain with Lilith, for Roland and Angel. Now wasn’t the time for reminiscing, though, as she crossed the bar and slammed the quite frightened man against the wall, an SMG against his jaw. “I thought you Hyperion scum would have learned a lesson about messing around on Pandora after I killed your boss.” She hissed, glaring at him as she waited for some response that wasn’t pleading or some overblown tale of ‘heroism’ as his explanation.

[rampageking]

@scratchyourownnuts || nice to meat you

   “To make a long story short, the scorpions     have adopted me as one of their own.”