#zer0-lethal-assassin

Angel frowned, fluttering her hands over them to check the injury. “And I’m secretly a CL4P-TP unit,” she quipped. It certainly didn’t look like just a flesh wound to her, and she wasn’t about to let them just walk away without her help. Not with this injury or any other; that was something Angel wasn’t going to budge on no matter what they said. “I know you’ve probably had worse, but that doesn’t make this any less serious. Let me help you.”

Melon Doctrine: Accepting! and Here!

♧ : Torque: “Mum smiles down upon my hung meat and dust, splattered upon the fridge.  Fleeting silence before another sacrifice.”  He’s a good painter, even if he uses dead bandit as a medium.  The activity calms him.

TZ: He’s a sneaky guy.  TZ has a habit of popping up places that he’s not supposed to be able to get into.  A part of recon is reconnaissance and a lot of hacking is done on-site, after all.  This means that he can be found literally anywhere, thread wise. 

✺ Torque: Says nothing for a moment, but lifts his mask to take a good look around before speaking.  “Frail friends are often lunch. But they are better pet.  Mum disapproves.”  

Torque is a fan of animals of all kinds; even if his great size pushes him to hunt most for meat.  He rarely indulges though because Mum says no.TZ: He loves the editing process of his videos.  It’s one of the few things he takes his time with and it’s not as hectic as hacking is, so he finds the process calming and almost meditative. For someone with self-destructive anxiety, video editing is one of his healthier coping mechanisms.

✗: Torque: “HEATHENS.  They ignore mum’s love and care but chase after the fat gun dealer and his false profits.  Or fall for that feral flame pigeon’s song!  Even worse are the fans that fall to their knees for the blithering sibling idiots, corrupters of truth, abominations of the divine will.”  

As the sole cultist of his sect, Torque pretty much hates all other cultists.  As a result, he’s also not a fan of Marcus, Lilith, or the Calypso Twins (unless Mum says that he can’t hate them).

Axton’s morning consisted of cleaning his weapon, combing his hair, and preparing for the day. He had a mission on his mind, one that really toyed with him. The ex-soldier knew he wouldn’t be able to do it on his own and a part of him was unsure who to tag along with him on the said dangerous mission. It was very well they could die, but that was Pandora, the Vault Hunters knew what they were doing when they signed up and headed off. But Axton knew this mission was different. There were risks and Axton needed to make sure he picked someone worth the job.

Canon Fodder: Accepting! And Here!

📂 Vocatia’s drink specialty is jello shots.  She flavours her own jello and liquors/liqueurs with fresh fruits and sugars; they’re a whole cocktail in one jiggly mouthful.

📂 Torque is native Pandoran, he developed his psycho-ness earlier than the miners during the Headstone Mine incident.  Other locals attribute it to hanging around Eridian ruins too much and he had solid support from his community until Dahl came around.

📂 Rictus used to play games like Tiny Bird Garden on his Ech0, but he can’t anymore due to his blindness. However, jump scares are still super effective on him because there’s an audio cue attached.

📂 Rictus’ other sight is literally just a quick photo of what’s going on within tentacle reach.  There is a 3D aspect to this, but anything he wouldn’t be able to see from his position is dark.  (so like, if a person is standing in front of him and hiding something behind their back, he can see them but what’s in their hands would be obscured by shadow)

I Don’t Know This Anime Munday Questions: Accepting!

🙄 : Repeated subtle godmodding/”Um acktooallys”/forcing hcs

To explain better, all of these are forms of ignoring my interpretation of the muse.  I put a lot of work into my muses and characters, and there’s a reason why I choose to make changes (or in some cases, just have a different headcanon).  

I understand people make mistakes so I’m not gonna get mad if a small detail is omitted or misremembered and I 100% don’t mind clarifying things if someone asks.  And I don’t mind if someone points out that I have something wrong in terms of canon (though, I do always double check right afterwards.)

But there are some people that just... try to force things.  Focusing on a detail that I’ve outright stated was omitted, or trying to argue with me about canon for something that isn’t canon at all in an effort to get me to write what they want me to write. It’s a purposeful thing, not something that can easily be done by mistake.

(A related one is being obvious about not reading my description, rules page, or character bio at all. I never know how to react to that.)

😠 : I’ll roast all of them: 

With the help of Zer0, Axton was able to stand on his two feet, well mostly two feet. Psychos were damn hard to fend off and their lovely but horrible buzzaxes came slamming down on his calf when he least expected it. Luckily his shield took most of the damage but it left the commando with a heavy limb, favoring his leg as he shook off the blood from his hair and quite frankly his clothes. The thick red mahogany was everywhere but it wasn’t something that phased the commando. He had seen his own soldiers and friends die before him in the military. This. This was child’s play. A small huff forced it’s way past his lips as he’d get a hold on his balance, slowly moving through the open field. They needed to inform their employer that the psychos wouldn’t bother them any longer. He’d slowly start to make his way there, breathing a little heavier than usual.

@zer0-lethal-assassin

If there was anything she genuinely liked about Pandora, it was the nighttime. There was something generally peaceful about it, and it was the only time she felt she could let down her guard, even if only a little--there was no reason to hide her face when no one was around to see her. She reserved a few hours in the middle of night to test her powers. She’d learned to control them in the Core, and she’d had as much eridium as she could use to magnify them, but it was Jack who controlled how she used them. Outside the Bunker she could test the limits of what she could do or develop new ways of shifting the world around her. She had learned to transport herself from one place to the next, mostly short distances, but she wondered what else she could do.

She stood on the crest of a hill, eyes closed in concentration. She’d learned to move her consciousness across networks, to move her body from one place to the next, but she was left wondering if there was some in-between. Night after night she’d tried to find the sweet spot: a point where she was partially shifting her body through space, creating a double of sorts. She was getting close, she had to be.