#ampleinnuendo

            ❝ –    as fine as i’ll ever be. ❞ her chest feels warm, a familiar face and one she’s grown very fondly to remember.   her place had grown irritably quiet, not even the tinker of metal from her current works couldn’t brush the sudden agoraphobia she felt.   with one sister back in hollow point, and the other in the field of treasure hunting, the spaces they left made her apartment far from cosy.

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     Tender fingers traced over the carefully placed gauze, the gentle touch from her hands numbing the pain in his shoulder. He sat obediently, injury offered to her care as gaze followed her movements with an idle interest. Attention wandered away from her hands and to the concentration that crossed bright eyes as they focused on gently wrapping the bandage around his shoulder. Even with the world’s colours torn away from him her eyes still held a brilliant teal that almost shone when the light became caught in them. 

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Do I Follow Them?: Hell yea!

Why Did I Follow Them?: Kind of the same situation with most blogs. Went on a follow-spree when I first started up my blog. But... There’s a little extra for frey. When I stumbled upon your blog I went a little deeper into your threads than usual and fell in love w/ your Moxxi. We shared a lot of the same headcanons too, so it was a match made in heaven

Do We Role Play?: Yep!

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: All the time bae like, the sky is the limit.

An AU Idea For Our Muses: AU where they’re still together/get back together (please just let these two love each other again omf). 

Do I Ship Our Muses?: Is water wet? Realtalk though, I ship these two to the moon and beyond. It’s probably one of the few ships I actively ship and god is it fun... Their interactions are seriously the best.

What I Think About The Mun: Frey is friggin amazing tbh. Talking ship stuff is the highlight of any day and I just can’t get enough of ship-talk! Also an amazing person to talk to as well.

Overall Opinion: Top notch gals with an awesome style to boot. Honestly can’t get enough of you on my dash <3

        ❛❛ Oh J E E Z, um, hey- er, hi... Miss Moxxi... I-I, uh... ❜❜ 

        Smooth, TimTam, R E A L L Y smooth. He mentally cursed and     wished he was anywhere but there in that moment as his face     turned all shades of red. He had never been good at talking to     women, especially G O R G E O U Swomen; never as suave nor     as charismatic as Jack was. 

        D A M N his shy antics straight to H E L L where they belonged.     Okay, maybe that was a bit M U C H, but he honestly was tired of     being so tongue tied around the other. Maybe he could try practicing     his greetings in front of something reflective so he'd be prepared for     next time. 

        Jack had went on for hours upon hours on how downright A T T R A C T I V E     Moxxi was, though he had a much more ❛C O L O R F U L ❜ way of     saying it. Meeting the said woman in person didn't do the descriptions     any justice. Timothy was nearly smitten upon first seeing her. Of course,     he'd made a huge fool of himself and stumbled over his words, said some     things that were better left unheard, and even managed to embarrass himself     more than he ever needed to. 

        He knew somewhere the man he had been cloned after was laughing     his A S S off at the doppelganger's attempts at flirting, though Timothy     had insisted over the communication outlet that he was just trying to     talk to her. The other had retorted something about he'd hate to see an     actual flirtatious advance from the man. 

      ( Was that a third drink? ) Tannis couldn’t be sure and certainly wasn’t sure why her ventures had lead her to Moxxi. It was all a blur, the way the light flashed above the researcher head as she was scooted back in the darkest corner of the bar. Her insecurities were on her chest and Tannis could sweat everyone was reading her. So she took another sip, trying to drown that resistance with the amber liquid that would burn her throat and possibly her stomach. How she dreaded drinking. ( What was the use of it? ) But her heart and mind were determined, the flesh needed this break from the stress and irritation that her studies brought her. The Vault Hunters were a splendid help if they only got the right things and unlucky for Tannis, she only knew of them. Well maybe one Vault seeker was helpful but he was too quiet and only were intended on kill anything and everything in sight. She only wished to speak with him more often. Knowing well enough what was under that helm of his…

      “Dammit.” Tipping her drink back a bit much, watching it dribble out of the bottle and across her leather top jacket. A low groan left Tannis, slamming her head on the booth. She felt, and almost definitely looked, like a mess. The most recent of her studies burnt to ashes thanks to a fast swinging hammer of Gaige’s and a hatchet that belonged Axton clashing. Infuriated, Tannis stomped out and threw up her small lunch on the side, then proceeded to make her way here. Now with three drinks down, she felt more than just the buzz. She was almost definitely drunk.

    The drink split onto the table, getting over her cheek that laid across it. A series of hiccups made it’s way past the researcher’s lips before finally raising her hand similar to grade school. “Ms. Moxxi, I have a-“ Another hiccup shook the small female’s body. “-question.”

(/ SCREAMS ICEWIFE )

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     Mordecai inhaled sharply and lifted his head as the familiar voice pierced through his practically unconscious state. It was a struggle to even open his eyes but what he could see was hint enough to who his visitor was. He’d recognise those stockings anywhere. 

     ‘ Moxxi? ‘  His voice was more hoarse than usual, probably perpetuating the groggy and frankly sickly state he was in. The dull ache in his head was starting to feel more like a knife as he sighed and laid his head back down to try and dispel the onset of nausea,  ‘ What time is it? ‘