Aim for the Head!

#Music #happy thoughts #:')

Blond Over Blue // A Playlist

for @vaulthuntersid

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karalorade replied to your post “-crying because he saw a cute bird-”

[Quiet peeps]

-choking up-

#karalorade #!!!!

serotina

Dirby woke us up at 8 AM with another impromptu ukulele serenade. this little one brings so much happiness.

#happy thoughts #Kar is spoiling me

-crying because he saw a cute bird-

#IC

andthentherewasarat

#Oh my god!!!#Oh my GOD #OH MY GOD...!!!#ohH MY GOD OH MY GOD #happy thoughts

-clears throat- "So..." [vaulthuntersid]

@vaulthuntersid

She gave a little wistful sigh. Funny seeing there fidgeting like a young man on his first date. A mix of hesitation but also of eagerness, unsure on whether or not to take the initiative.

“Oh you.” Her voice barely a whisper, cradling his face with her hands. He was warm–surprisingly so. She’d been used to the cold, clinical touched of her observers until recent. And after that, nothing, kept in her self made solitude. The slight rasp of a day’s growth of stubble against her palms sent a slight thrill in her.

It was mix effort of getting on her toes and pulling him down just slightly. Inhaling in his scent woodsmoke with the slightest hint of gun grease and soap. It made her think of flannel blankets below, endless stars above. It brought a certain stillness in her that she forgot existed.

First Kar pressed her forehead to his– a traditional display of affection, then followed with a bump against his nose with her own, then finally slanting her mouth over his. The slight taste of his last drink mingled into the already heady mix of senses, as one hand had found its way through his golden waves and the other braced against the base of his neck.

But before any further exploration could be, a loud crash resounded somewhere, followed by a booming bark. The sound had caused her to visibly flinch, instinct putting her on guard. Manda knows she loved that mutt, but not at the moment. It had quite the impeccable timing…

The sudden sound startled Sid out of a heart-hammering reverie; never in his life had he actually been angry at his skag, but now? Now, of all times?

No, he decided. No, no more hesitating, no more waiting around, no more pretending he didn’t feel something just because it confused him to feel something for a woman and he was uncertain about it. It had been years that they’d been close. She knew him like he knew the map of the stars and the call of the Pandoran wild, and he was done. He wasn’t fucking afraid of this and he was finished acting like he was.

Wide blue eyes focused, back on her; his hand was gentle against her jaw, rough fingers only suggesting the motion to look up at him again.

Relax.

“No, you,” he retorted, gently playful as always, dipping back down to kiss her again, soft and lingering.

pandoranhearted

“Good.”

Sebastian ran his fingers through the taller man’s blond hair, pushing it back off his forehead and raking his nails along Sid’s scalp. He always enjoyed playing with Sid’s hair, gorgeously yet effortlessly kept as it was. Sebastian’s smile showed teeth as Sid kissed his chest and when he sat up, the smaller man wasted no time first nuzzling into the hand that mussed his hair before he shifted and sprawled on the bed, putting the back of his head on Sid’s bare fuzzy thigh.

“Why wait for coffee? I’ll tell you I’ll come with you right now.” Sebastian tilted his head to the side, playfully rubbing the tip of his nose around Sid’s belly button in a circle, deep blue eyes flickering up as he grinned.

“Mm, a little sugar. It’ll give me the chance to test some stuff out, anyway. What kind of delivery? And did Fluffy sleep well, too?”

#munart #[FINALLY RE-DREW THIS BOY]

Sebastian’s touch always felt so good. It didn’t matter why or when; he could be in the worst, most sour mood, or on top of the world. One touch of those hands and everything felt brighter, sunnier, easier. Maybe that was why he loved him so much--Sebastian was his true sunshine. He grinned down at him fondly, automatically bringing his hand to the back of his neck, scratching gently with calloused fingertips.

“I reckoned yeh might’ve wanted the caffeine before I started rambling about my next job or tryin’a drag yeh with me, but if yer gonna come anyway...” He stopped to laugh, leaning over him a little to kiss his hair, cradling his head for a moment to murmur against his ear.

“Fluffy’s outside; been quiet, so I guess nothin’ bothered him last night.” He kissed the shell of his boyfriend’s ear. “They didn’t tell me what’s in the box, but they dropped it off with me, so I got it. Some address near the water out past the Happy Pig. What’re yeh wanting to test out, luv?”

#pandoranhearted

zenamiarts

Anyone remember my Vault Hunter OC, Sid? I did a little redesign for him. He’s an Elpisian beastmaster with a sunny smile and anger management issues who’s handy with a rifle. The Fossil Skag is named Fluffy. Who’s a good boy? ♥

[ECHOtxt] BOOF!

[ECHOtxt] BORF!! :]

#pandorandhearted #-Fluffy noises-#runnerhearted

c0ntinue-testing

Me, a proud Jakobs pistols user, using Hyperion pistols for the first time more like:

“It’s perfect.”

She noted the brief touch, but made not sign of drawing attention to it. Not because she was opposed to it, but as a matter of tact. The nostalgic look remained in her eyes as she gave a wistful sigh.

“The di’kut woulda loved this place. Or, well, try to ingest every part of it…”

A small bout of laughter. “Almost as terrible as the skags sometimes…”

“It’s been a while since Fluffy tried to eat yer upholstery. I think I trained him good, ay?”

He offered her a joking grin--he did love that dwarfed Fossil skag right down to his heavy bones, and it was always a pleasure to him that Kar appreciated the charm of the big, dumb, slavering mutt. She had always been far from dainty.

“It’s, uhm... glad yeh like it. Y’alright, sheila? Yeh been so busy, I thought... somethin’ nice’d...”

He really did try hard, he thought, to get those softer smiles.

pandoranhearted

"Good morning, luv. I made coffee...~" [vaulthuntersid]

Sebastian heaved a yawn that he hid behind a pillow and stretched out. Long, low, and luxurious, arching his back like a cat before he collapsed. He grabbed the pillow that smelled the most like Sid and hugged it to his face, burying his face in it and inhaling before he opened bleary eyes.

“G’mornin’.” He wasn’t at his most articulate first thing in the morning. Reaching out and taking the blur that was Sid’s hand, Sebastian pressed his lips to the Vault Hunter’s knuckles in an affectionate kiss before he blinked hard a few times and finally met the other man’s gaze. He gave Sid a quick, sleepy grin and rolled on to his back, putting his hands behind his head.

“Mm, grazie. Did you sleep well, amore mio?”

Sid stretched himself up over the bed so he could prop his chin on Sebastian’s chest, giving him one of those sunny grins. He was certainly the morning person out of their pair, so he definitely didn’t mind waking up his man with little surprises.

“Yeah,” he answered, looking down to kiss his chest before sitting up on the side of the bed, gently mussing his hair. “Lemme know after yer coffee if yeh wanna come with me on a little job. I got a delivery to make and it might get fun--gotta pass through Bloodshot turf. Ya want sugar?”

#pandoranhearted

🎁 A small wood carving of her favourite pet. [vaulthuntersid]

@vaulthuntersid

There is a slight light in her eyes, looks of nostalgia. That bittersweet aay’han. Her fingers ran down one of the spines, noting the staining used to replicate the stripes and markings upon his skin. He had replicated the holos well, It was her Sobi in miniature, down to the lolling tongue poking out through its fangs.

Resting the small carved varren upon her desk, she rose from her seat to thank him properly. A brief, friendly peck on the cheek, a shy and shaky smile.

“Vor’e.” She thanked him in a unusually soft voice.

Sid’s usual grin was subdued to a gentle smile; a little light danced in his pale eyes. It was nice, he thought, to see her soft side now and then. She always seemed to be stuck in that hard-edged leader persona, but nobody could maintain that all the time. He knew that for sure.

“Thought yeh might like that,” he said, almost absently touching her cheek with the pad of his thumb. “I got to thinkin’ about it, and how bad I’d miss Fluffy, so... just a trinket.”

“I’m thinkin’ of makin’ an ECHOvid fer my channel that’s just headshot after headshot through the visor. Reckon it’ll get lots of… hits.” He grinned.

A snort, though a slightly grudgingly one over that, like trying to resist the lure of the pun and failing. Damn it.

“I’m sure it’ll crack a few folks up, toss on some amusing music, Y’know. Boost of morale for some of the fighting sorts, I reckon.”

#MMM WHATCHA SAAAAY.#karalorade

“What if I just set every single shot to Hide n’ Seek?” he suggested, his shit-eating grin spreading even further.

@vaulthuntersid

“Well obvi,” She replied. “Headshots means they’re down for good, I get my creds, and there’s one less hut’uun in yellow on this planet.”

#karalorade #HITS. Get it?

“I’m thinkin’ of makin’ an ECHOvid fer my channel that’s just headshot after headshot through the visor. Reckon it’ll get lots of... hits.” He grinned.

Headshot! :] [vaulthuntersid]

Send my muse a word, any word, and they’ll respond with the first word that comes into their head.

Joy.

@vaulthuntersid

“Aw, me too! This is why we’re mates.”

“One of the few things we didn’t have back in the old days, if I’m honest.” She admitted. “Fabricators like that– woulda made a few things much easier.”

A little sort of shrug, as she started striding off not far to get the hose, beckoning him to follow while she got the rest of the blood all cleaned up. She grabbed the hose and replied.

“Same old same old. For someone dealing with a guy who’s acting like a jealous ex trying to hunt you outta ego at this point.” Kar sighed. “Got the hydrponics working so we’ll have additional growing space down in the lower levels, the shield generator’s still as temperamental as a hormonal adolescent…”

Among a few other bits and bobs that came with their scavenged, cobbled together life at the commune. Still they had their lives and the choice to live– or move on if they so wished. But it was a small safe harbor in the dangerous planet, few ever did.

“If you could look at the generator for me that’d be ace.” She replied. “I’ve gotta play binary droid to the vaporators but if we lose that– y’know.”

She shrugged.

“Been trying to find one of those steward droids to salvage into one. Alas– no luck.”

“I’ll take a gander at it,” Sid offered, rolling his shoulders--he wasn’t the most technical guy, but he kept his own caravan running on a generator coupled with a pair of defense turrets, and most tech was fairly similar if you’d been around it long enough. For the most part, Sid found whacking it with a wrench usually set it right, but now and then he had to salvage his own parts.

“Reckon I could have a chat with Janey about it, if nothin’ else,” he muttered to himself more than anyone else. There was hardly a moonie alive who didn’t know Janey Springs these days.

“I mean, other’n that, if ya got an old part I can let Fluffy nose it and keep a sniff out fer a fresh one.” He grinned a bit. “He might be a small pup but he’s a smart one. Never gonna forget that one night a bunch’a bandits beat the piss outta me an’ stole my favourite rifle... good ol’ Fluffers horked it back up on my doorstep two days later.”