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i am having feelings

feelings about TROY CALYPSO

every time i type “Ahaa” i feel the urge to log onto this blog

tikattu

vault hunters: *do anything* calypso twins:

thornysuggestion

my innocence died screaming for mercy.

jimjohnjan-deactivated20210922

No

No I'm not that crazy about typhon tbh

tikattu

vault hunters: *do anything* calypso twins:

norppalia

a pt.2 of that makeup doodle i posted a while back

thelvadams

Like I said, that map is super busted, so go ahead and take it! I’ll swing by later to pick it up.

phaseleech‌:

she doesn’t jump, or flinch when the door slams. instead she grins, rather giddily and leans over the arm rest, resting her cheek in her palm to watch him stamp his feet and whine, oh GOD the whining. normally so grating to her nerves that she wonders what it was that kept him from absorbing him till he crusted and crystallised. well, this was one of the reasons she found.

❝ – WHAT? it was right there for the taking! you think i’m just gonna walk away from a free snack? ME? ❞ speaking of.

while the cultists cowered to the floor on hands and knees like shitting skags, she takes advantage and her hand makes quick work in slurping up one’s energy and life, poor bastard didn’t even get his scream out before her tattoos even reached full glow, but the ones beside him surely did in fear as their friend went from flesh to husk in seconds. eyes shut momentarily, the warmth always felt good… taste however, hm-- tastes like a dodgy skagdog van food, she’ll give that a four outta ten. –OH RIGHT, her brother. she shrugs her shoulders and leans back, crossing her leg over.

❝ – if you think about it. this one’s on YOU! leaving it out like that, unsupervised. ❞

Not even a moment of denial, what else should he expect from Pandora’s one and only ice queen?

Troy’s nostrils flare. He opens his mouth to speak, cut off by the screams of bandits who had just watched their in work.

“ I -- “ Scream. “ I see-- “ Another scream. It was at this point that Troy’s elongated steel arm grabs the acoylte’s head, mashing their face into the floor until nothing but mush remained.

“ I see how it is. Fine, I guess that Enchilada explosion you put in there yesterday is up for grabs, then. “ Their literal solid-gold refrigerator had a lot of Truxican food in it lately, he thought. They must be going through a phase.

“So I guess you won’t mind if I just..” From behind his back he lifts the small, soggy brown bag said delicacy was crudely stuffed into, hoping that Tyreen was taunted solely by the fact that he held her property in his possession.

arehri‌:

ugh - eyes squeeze shut as slender fingers press to her stomach. she feels bloated and icky because of it, wanting to bathe but also to sleep it off. she has no one to blame but her own gluttony for stuffing herself full. the fox could have just let the bodies rot where they were but admittedly, she missed having men at her disposal. too often she would feel guilty for feeding, even if it meant for her own survival, it was nice to have an army willingly give themselves up to her.

ears twitch and fold with every other step he takes. ahri can hear every catch of breath, the inhale before he took a leap that made him stretch his long legs. as enticing as it was to hear his life, it was the sound of the blood squelching underneath his boots that disgusted her enough to wake entirely. she rolls onto her side, as lazy as one would be when bathing underneath sunlight and not … you know, surrounded by dead bodies.

eyes are slow to open, cheek resting on the back of her hand. entirely like a cat that had no interest the human that dared to interrupt it from its sleep. “ please, have mercy - send more two days from now, i must sleep these boys off first. “

usually, troy stops listening after the whole ‘have mercy’ bit; far too often it’s followed by the same spiel, like ‘i have children’ or ‘my wife has children’ or ‘i am a children’ , but this was different --- whatever she said after that ( troy didn’t fully catch it, he was thinking about psycho girls ) was eerie, and seemed to suggest..

wait..

troy took another look at the horror around him. where once he had just seen bodies, he now sees claw marks, flesh sloppily torn from it’s original position, distinct scars that could only coem from teeth.. a grim image begins to form in his mind, which makes him slowly look back to the girl at the massacre’s center.

“ wait.. “ he starts to chuckle, likely to ahri’s surprise. “ did you eat these guys? that’s so weird! “