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please do yourself a favor and listen to nisha singing and giggling along to the mainframe song from the claptrap DLC.

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Iâll swallow my blood before I swallow my pride.
Al Capone (via iagoe)
make me choose: sir-adamus asked nisha or sasha
Mistletoe [Krom!!]
Nisha glared up at the hulk of a bandit, squinting in the midday sun with both hands on her hips as anger threatened her composure. Sawteeth, she could handle. Even Slabs, given her mood. Whatever this guy was though, she had no fucking clue, only curious as to exactly how he managed to knock her posse on their asses and still have the balls to stare her down on main street. That kind of attitude was dangerous, especially in a place like this. The shit thatâd get you killed unless you had the bullets or the brains to back it up. And as it would seem, he did.
Her head cocked, the slightest twitch of a smile teasing her lips. âYouâve got a lottaâ nerve, cowboy.â She drawled, taking a step forward and poking a finger to his chest, âI like that.âÂ
Her hand slid up to his shoulder, forcing him down to breathe the words in his ear, âWelcome to Lynchwood.â She pecked a quick kiss on his cheek before pulling back, shoving him forward with a tentative hand on her holster.
Main street at high noon by coincidence was never meant to be personal, and yet here he was, some sultry vixen laughing, pointing a pistol at him while his boys wrecked her town. Krom had been convinced that Mercenary Day was going to suck, just as it had every year before, but, it wasnât turning out half bad. Â
"You really want a duel with me?" Carbon and iron atoms coagulated to steel molecules in the most mundane of blue glimmers as his rocket launcher digistructed to something tangible in calloused hands. Nothing he was overly proud of, but the irony of aiming a Hyperion weapon at her was not lost on the warlord. "Fine."Â
A hyperion brand rocket launcher. Talk about overkill.Â
 Off in the distance she could hear the rattling of chains, the baying of skags echoing off the rocks as someone she could only hope was Winger fiddled with the locks to the Stables. That was all the way on the other side of town, nearly hushed by the hell Kroms men were raising in her town. No way of knowing for sure and a damned rocket launcher about to blast her point blank all over the pavement, the Sheriff stood her ground.
"And here I had you figured for a Jakobs man." She was all too casual, flashing him a dazzlingly faux smile, opening her mouth to say some witty bullshit about Hyperion accuracy before a childs voice interrupted her. A little shit with sandy blonde hair, squeaking and running down mainstreet with a very hungry looking skag pup at his heels.
Nisha blinked, flicking between Krom and the kid with a baffled look, âThe fuck-â
Mistletoe [Krom!!]
Nisha glared up at the hulk of a bandit, squinting in the midday sun with both hands on her hips as anger threatened her composure. Sawteeth, she could handle. Even Slabs, given her mood. Whatever this guy was though, she had no fucking clue, only curious as to exactly how he managed to knock her posse on their asses and still have the balls to stare her down on main street. That kind of attitude was dangerous, especially in a place like this. The shit thatâd get you killed unless you had the bullets or the brains to back it up. And as it would seem, he did.
Her head cocked, the slightest twitch of a smile teasing her lips. âYouâve got a lottaâ nerve, cowboy.â She drawled, taking a step forward and poking a finger to his chest, âI like that.âÂ
Her hand slid up to his shoulder, forcing him down to breathe the words in his ear, âWelcome to Lynchwood.â She pecked a quick kiss on his cheek before pulling back, shoving him forward with a tentative hand on her holster.
How cute and how quaint, she still thought it was her town. Breaking her slim neck would have been a mere squeeze of a heavy fist, but there would be no fun in that, and even a little effort seemed more than the bitch from Hyperion was worth. Â
Krom was a man of very few words, and only acknowledged her insult with the barest hint of a quirked eyebrow. Still, that was a nice revolver she carried; Reaver still had his custom sidearm, but he hadnât cared enough to take it back from the would-be sniper. "Think I want yer pistol too," a nonchalant offer, cooly detached from the bloodshed he brought to her doorstep. "Be a nice gift to go with the rest of your town."Â
"HA." Nisha honked, the laugh practically exploding from her at the ridiculous notion. "My pistol? This, this right here?" A gift he says. Along with her town, he says. It was down right comical.
If this thumb looking motherfucker wanted to take her town, her pistol would certainly be the last thing he saw.
The hammer pulled back, the Sheriffs grin dissipating as she purred. "Take a good look, it won't be as shiny once I cram it up your ass."

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Mistletoe [Krom!!]
Nisha glared up at the hulk of a bandit, squinting in the midday sun with both hands on her hips as anger threatened her composure. Sawteeth, she could handle. Even Slabs, given her mood. Whatever this guy was though, she had no fucking clue, only curious as to exactly how he managed to knock her posse on their asses and still have the balls to stare her down on main street. That kind of attitude was dangerous, especially in a place like this. The shit thatâd get you killed unless you had the bullets or the brains to back it up. And as it would seem, he did.
Her head cocked, the slightest twitch of a smile teasing her lips. âYouâve got a lottaâ nerve, cowboy.â She drawled, taking a step forward and poking a finger to his chest, âI like that.âÂ
Her hand slid up to his shoulder, forcing him down to breathe the words in his ear, âWelcome to Lynchwood.â She pecked a quick kiss on his cheek before pulling back, shoving him forward with a tentative hand on her holster.
Lynchwood was a nice little town; clean, relative to the squalid rat-trap encampments he and his men were used to rolling through. The infrastructure alone was impressive by Pandoraâs hopelessly impoverished standards, and the rumors circulating into the Caustic City from Slab Town only hinted at the wealth stored in Lynchwoodâs bank. He only offered up a grunt at the pointed violet nail jabbed at him, a crescent mark raised up pale against sun-browned skin. It was no accident that Ingrid Rys let slip mention of Nishaâs town, after the business with her progeny and the Deputy. Letting his attention flicker from the Sheriff for a moment where something moved in his periphery, a boot to the head put an end to the groaning of one of her posse. His men, some sand pirates, and among them psychos and marauders looted corpses bloating in the streets, while re-designated Bandit Loaders prowled the streets, blood dripping from black paint. "I like yer town. Whatâs left of it."Â
Nisha scoffed, fishing a rolled cigarette from her coat pocket and flicking her lighter open, breathing out silvery plumes as she ran a critical eye over the scene.Â
"My town, bandit. Key word being âMyâ, as in ânot yours.ââ Her boys were beaten in the dirt, citizens locked inside their residences as Kroms men swept through the streets. The eridium mine was untouched, somewhat guarded by the rats that scurried near the area. Somehow she doubted that was what he was here for.Â
Wherever the hell Winger was, she didnât know. But damned if she couldnât have used a little help right about now.Â
"So, didjaâ come to talk?" She turned back to Krom, holster snapping open as she drew Law, her finger off the trigger, "Or do you have about as much brains as you have hair?"
exorin approved *thumbs up*
nsfw audio of handsome jack lines cobbled together to dom ur ears
gender neutral and awkwardly spaced out bc i dont have any like stock jack moans
itâs ~up to your imagination~
please take this terrible audio from forever ago eyyy
Mistletoe [Krom!!]
Nisha glared up at the hulk of a bandit, squinting in the midday sun with both hands on her hips as anger threatened her composure. Sawteeth, she could handle. Even Slabs, given her mood. Whatever this guy was though, she had no fucking clue, only curious as to exactly how he managed to knock her posse on their asses and still have the balls to stare her down on main street. That kind of attitude was dangerous, especially in a place like this. The shit thatâd get you killed unless you had the bullets or the brains to back it up. And as it would seem, he did.
Her head cocked, the slightest twitch of a smile teasing her lips. âYouâve got a lottaâ nerve, cowboy.â She drawled, taking a step forward and poking a finger to his chest, âI like that.âÂ
Her hand slid up to his shoulder, forcing him down to breathe the words in his ear, âWelcome to Lynchwood.â She pecked a quick kiss on his cheek before pulling back, shoving him forward with a tentative hand on her holster.
Mistletoe (Mordy, why not)
Rum, and a pistol. That was all she had, waltzing through Sanctuary like she owned the place, her slurred mumbling drowned out by the beat that hummed from Moxxis bar. However sheâd wound up there, a FastTravel glitch or a forgotten intent to kill, it didnât much matter. Dazed and drunk, she found herself nearly tripping up the steps to Vault Hunter HQ, catching herself and leaning on the doorframe for support, unaware of the footsteps that followed her.Â
Groaning she brushed the hair from her eyes, hat falling on the steps behind her before turning, confusion on her face reflected in the Hunters goggles. Nisha pulled back and sneered, trying to keep her balance and appear intimidating and hardly managing either.Â
Something overhead caught her eye, white berries and leaves that were clearly plastic, some bullshit holiday decoration that she couldnât quite recall in her current state. But something clicked, what she hoped was a malicious grin pulling at her features before yanking Mordecai forward, smacking her lips against his in a sloppy, rum flavored kiss.

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Next five people to say 'Mistletoe' in my askbox get a kiss.
where are those questions being asked and answered?
http://ask.fm/reverendanthony
//ok but
also:
Poor sniper just wants to be left alone.
When she crashes with Jonas, He tries to make a pass at her and she uses her Shibari rope tying knowledge on him and leaves him in his computer chair while she takes the whole bed. As punishment.
wakes up and forgets how she got there in the first place. shrugs it off and ends up leaving poor Jonas gagged and tied in his apartment. remembers halfway back to Lynchwood and falls off her skag laughing, rolling around in the dirt in tears for like, 10 minutes before recollecting herself. poor Jonas.

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//its not only canon that Nisha plays smash, it's canon that she KICKS ASS and that she was one of the number one players on her planet
so
there's that
(for nisha) mwah
If you came in my room we wouldâŚ.
[] cuddle and watch disney movies
[x] have a pillow fight [Sheâd win]
[x] sleep
[x] How did you even get in here
[] chat
I would kiss you onâŚ
[x] your neck
[x] your cheek
[x] your lips [Not the lips youâre thinking tho]
[] your forehead
[] Nah
I would let you sleep onâŚ
[x] My bed
[] The Carpet
[] The toilet
[] Nothing, Lemme show you to the door.
[x] meÂ
I rate youâŚ.
[] 1-4
[] 5-7
[] 8-10
[x] Beyond Perfect
I would ______ youâŚ
[x] Hug
[x] Kiss
[x] Date
[] Play video games with
[] beat
[x] stare at