‘Tw0 Fang’

" hey... you don't need to do this... you don't need to be what they made you. "

" i get it. you think you have no choice, that you have to be the bad guy the world painted you out to be. but you don't! "

" shh... it's alright, now. you were SO brave, you really were! be proud of that! but you were never going to win against me... "

" look. look how the world treats you... you're such a good person, and they know it. that's why they expect you to bleed for them... "

" no, no... please, don't do this. don't stand in my way! i'm fighting THEM! not you! "

" it wasn't me. not this time. i know what people are saying, but... i swear to god, it wasn't me. "

" of course they sent you. they ALWAYS send you! because they know, they KNOW that i don't want to hurt you! "

" i don't wanna be a hero/villain! not if it means hurting you! "

"it's okay... it's alright. i don't want to be the good/bad guy/gal/one today. go ahead, do what you gotta do. and do it with a clear conscience. i forgive you. "

" i just wish we had met some other way... "

another meme inspired by devotedecay’s format !     tw  for  violence, blood, mature themes. send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ deck ]   your muse decking mine in the face.

[ punch ]   your muse punching mine anywhere / or specify.

[ pin ]   your muse forcibly pinning my muse beneath them.

[ straddle ]   your muse forcing mine to the ground and straddling them.

[ scratch ]   your muse raking mine with their nails / claws.

[ bite ]   your muse biting mine.

[ turn ]   your muse rolling from beneath to atop my muse.

[ wall ]   your muse pinning mine against a wall.

[ snarl ]   your muse snarling / growling at mine.

[ curse ]   your muse cursing at / cursing mine out.

[ tug ]   your muse gripping mine’s hair.

[ kick ]   your muse kicking mine anywhere / or specify.

[ point + gun ]   your muse holding mine at gun point.

[ point + knife ]   your muse holding mine at knife point.

[ mock ]   your muse mocking mine.

[ sweep ]   your muse knocking mine off their feet.

[ grab ]   your muse grabbing mine forcibly.

[ shoot ]   your muse shooting my muse anywhere / or specify.

[ stab ]   your muse stabbing my muse anywhere / or specify.

[ break ]   your muse breaking any of mine’s bones / or specify.

[ strangle ]   your muse choking mine out.

[ shove ]   your muse shoving mine forcibly.

[ bruise ]   your muse making mine bruise.

[ under ]   your muse shoving mine underwater.

[ attempt ]   your muse attempting to kill mine.

[ bare ]   your muse baring their teeth at mine.

[ threaten ]   your muse threatening mine.

[ spit ]   your muse making mine spit blood.

[ bleed ]   your muse making mine bleed.

[ burn ]   your muse burning mine.

[ corner ]   your muse cornering mine.

[ throat ]   your muse wrapping a hand around mine’s throat.

[ challenge ]   your muse challenging mine.

“What? No! I don’t like posters. They’re silly decor and don’t serve a practical purpose. They’re just flimsy pieces of paper you put up on a wall, there’s nothing interesting about that,” Tannis began, trying to recover.

“You think that I, Patricia Tannis, would own this many posters? Unbelievable. Do you hear this?” She asks a poster, before looking back at Zer0, realizing she’s slipping up once again. “I will prove my earlier point by ripping one up! I’m sure the real owner- I’m looking after these for them- won’t mind if one goes to waste.”

cringy.

the sheer level of nauseating awkwardness when two socially inept beings collide is something the assassin should have seen coming. and yet here they are. still in tannis’ lab.

is she? yes. she’s talking to an innanimate object. and not ripping it as she said she would. they both know that these are her beloved posters. why can’t she just admit it?

‘ yes, yes, after all/ wouldn’t want word getting out/ that you’re a fan girl.’

@p0pdead ||  meme || accepting

 Timothy sputtered at this, the O F F P U T T I N G  comment practically making him shake in his boots. Maybe it was something about the R E F L E C T I V E  surface of the other Vault Hunter’s mask. Maybe it was the fact that they were widely known for their deadly skills; especially when they had that W I C K E D  sword in their grip.  

   Should he be careful? Take the words with a grain of salt? What if they were just messing around? Testing the waters. T E A S I N G him.But what if it was just a ruse? Some sort act to get him to put his guard down so they could strike accordingly. Was there some sort of Vault Hunter code? 

       ❛ Don’t strike a fellow hunter blah blah blah ❜ ? 

   Or maybe that had been some silly N O N S E N S E that  JACK  told him to make him feel better about other Hunters he might have come across or worked with. He felt lightheaded, making a small disheartened noise as he tried to calm himself before he worked into a panic attack; completely dropping his act for what must have been at L E A S T  a few minutes. 

zero softens somewhat, the obvious signs of fear tim exhibited cementing that the man wasn’t making excuses for himself.

they lean forward, trying to impart the necessity of this conversation to the body double.

and perhaps they feel guilty. just a tiny bit mind you.

‘ you are capable/ just like any vault hunter/ moreso than you know.’

idly, they wonder what kind of hurdle the galaxy will throw at this unfortunate human next. and will he able to surmount it?

is he destined for greatness? mediocrity? or the madness of his predecessor? it should be entertaining at the very least.

zero decides they’ll stick around. see where this goes.

‘ what will you do now/ that you’re no longer trapped, hm?/ —who will you become?’

    ❛❛  …I haven’t… thought that far ahead… ❜❜ His shoulders deflated, ❛❛ I mean- I  U S E D  to think about what I’d do as soon as I got out of the casino. Maybe catch up with old friends, if any of them are still…  A R O U N D  . Get back into Vault Hunting. Just go somewhere.  A N Y W H E R E  . As long as it was far, far away. But now? Now that I’m out, I… ❜❜ 

    He trailed off and looked to the side. The idea of what was out there, what had happened while he was missing in action was both  T E R R I F Y I N G  and thrilling all at once. 

    ❛❛  I think… I think I just need to get  S T A R T E D  . Just throw myself out there, ❜❜ He nodded firmly as if trying to agree with his own inner turmoil.  Turning back to look to the assassin, he swallowed thickly; anxiety bubbling in the pit of his stomach.  

    ❛❛  My name feels so weird… did you know I wasn’t allowed to say it for a while?  L E G A L L Y  ? Now that I can without risk of my head blowing up, it feels…  D I F F E R E N T  . Like it’s  N O T  M I N E  . I think I need to change that, find a way to feel like it is. ❜❜ 

    He tried giving a grin, reaching up to rub the back of his neck, always needing to find something to do with his hands- well,  H A N D  now.  

that the language and people, aside from the assassin are all dead, only makes them more wistful.

‘ not stupid at all/ I know how hard it is to/ start from scratch again.’

timothy was a clean slate after jack made him into his image. now, it seems, with a new purpose and one less hand, he’s ready to try again.

begrudgingly, zero finds that they desire to see him succeed. if nothing else, to dig one last thorn into handsome jack’s deceased side.

‘ you could come with me/ rhys has need of vault hunters/ you’d be a good fit.’

A nervous laugh came from the woman as she turned around, not expecting company.

“Oh, you know...,” she started, inadvertently knocking several papers to the ground as she attempted to hide what she was doing in a panic. “Don’t. Don’t touch those!” Her face heated up in a blush as she scrambled to collect them.

It seemed her fascination with Typhon DeLeon had turned into a downright obsession, and she had taken to writing down her thoughts. Ever since she and her ECHO recorder had broken up, she’d taken to the traditional way of journaling. She was definitely frazzled as she held the papers to her chest, staring back up at Zer0 with widened eyes.

she is as inscrutable as ever. even among her fellow mankind the scientist is annoyingly hard to figure out. zero regularly feels out of their depth when in conversation with her.

they rub the back of their neck and look away, unsure of what to do.

‘ well, that does make sense/ you’re the resident expert/ —are those your posters?’

they eye the rolled up wads of plastic, very obviously covered in various iterations of typhon deleon’s smiling face.

this voice modulator, with its raspy rumbling gravel has a way of making the assassin sound more confident than they otherwise feel. now is such a time.

Hey guys! I thought I’d so something fun this weekend, so I did my best to sexualize the alphabet and turn it into a headcanon game!

So here’s how it works. You send me a character (or a few), and the corresponding letters that you want me to answer for them!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)  J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

it had truly been far too long. even with such a lengthy lifespan as zero’s, seven years is nothing to shake a stick at.

they gallop over, unable to suppress the urge to run, enjoying the warm bloom of affection in their chest. they accept maya’s hug without complaint, awkwardly patting her back as she presses against their thin chest.

‘ i have missed you too/ i’ve been too long without you/ …nice cape by the way.’

zero waits till she’s had her fill before stepping away, still lingering close. not wanting to let her out of their site.

‘ how’ve you been maya?/ since we went separate ways/ i haven’t heard news.’

“thank you.” you thank them for the compliment on your outfit, it was a nice cape.

they huff haughtily, their spirit dampening. they know that despite being a siren, she is mostly human. and humans decidedly do not live forever. or even for very long—in the borderworlds.

‘ as long as i’m here/ death will not take you, maya/ my skills exceed his.’

apprentice or not, zero has no desire to see maya meet oblivion anytime soon. not if they have any say in it.

they frown, the expression appearing as a—

{ >:( }