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Pool-Side Thoughts

Solus's light scattered rainbows across the transparent environmental shielding.  Vocatia watched the Rogues and her Sons play "nice" in the pool from behind the shade of her lip-rimmed glasses.  Yeah, the snake and older clone seemed to be taking turns tossing 'Z and Shayne around like a shark's pool toy, but the gleeful giggling ensured to all the lounging thrall and Guyota around that there was little need to get involved.

Vocatia’s crest rings jingled from the happy shivers running up and down her spine, only the brave plastic slats that held up her bulk managing to keep the noise from turning annoying.  

“Just the other day, after I’d spent the day rustlin’ up some of the rent from the more stubborn neighbours,” Vo explained continuing her idle conversation with Reyna.  “And I was dead tired.  The first thin’ I see is my kitchen wrecked.  Chunks of fruit everywhere. flour across the counter, on the floor, across the sink, just dustin’ everythin’.  I was shocked, dismayed even.   ‘Til I heard Gnoll tryin’ to shush Forty-nine while they were hidin’ out in the dinin’ room.  Poked me head in the door ta see the most lavish feast sittin’ upon the dinin’ table.”  She guffawed as she watched the primal in question try to wrestle his older brother into the pool though gnawing on his horn.  “It’s still one of the best meals I’d ever had.  Sweet ham and pie-apple rings, mashed potatoes, and several other thin’s too: well worth gettin’ Ricky to scrub down the kitchen afterwards.”

Reyna hid her twinge of jealousy behind a sip of beer, the glass still frosted.  The two thrall fell into domestic bliss as soon as they locked eyes.  “Yeah, the best meals tend to come with the biggest messes,” Reyna agreed, setting the drink down beside her.  The glass glided over the ring of condensation that dripped down over the thin layer of ice.  “Shayne attempted to make everyone peanut-butter and banana pancakes once.  We still find batter drops in the kitchen, but those were some damned good pancakes.” 

Pendles launched Shayne higher than before, a fresh shrieking giggle pricking everyone’s ears and drawing their gaze. In the air, they flipped to flop belly first into the water with a loud smack.  Shayne resurfaced, catching their breath in time to playfully shove Pendles as revenge for their stinging stomach.

“Ach, a few bits of batter concrete ain’t that much of a cost,” Vocatia chuckled, shaking off the water with a wiggle of her gold-tipped hooves.  “‘Less it came wit’ ants.  Can’t imagine what they’re like out here, but they’re tough little shits on Tempest.”

Another splash leapt over the pool’s edge as Foxtrot tripped backwards and dropped TZ.  Rictus snickered from his floating octopoid ring; the dark tentacle slithered back under his skin under the cover of the water.

“... you know, I haven’t seen any since the blueberry’s taken over the kitchen.” 

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Nothing confirmed, mostly just brainstorming

Torqueonus (Pronunciation: TORK-oh-nus based on the verb Torqueo.  Meaning to curl or to torture)  Nick: Torque

RANK: Lieutenant under Hylis

Weapon: ??? atm, probably a beast of a gun tho.

Is the father of a few litters, including Mortus’.  Emerald horns and forest green crests.  Gold-plated metal augments.  (Palette theme: greens and golds)  Thicker crests/chin seem to have issues cracking/splitting, probably a known issue which is why he has the reinforcement plates.  Mortus never had the option, but had his horns modified to prevent the useless curve Torque’s has.

Still alive and still in the service of the Imperium.  Is not particularly happy with his lot in life but considers himself “too old” to rebel or leave.  Has turned to liquor to cope.  Has shown up at the Sinful Bat once or twice and is not on good terms with Vocatia.  Is exceptionally quiet socially and when working.  Is the type to keep his head down and stay in his lane.  Excellent at following orders and keeps a cool head in battle.

About 10ft tall and heavily built… but still has a slight muffin-top.  Horns curl like a ram’s like the bottom picture.  Rings with hooks added to enable him to gore, but pristine sharpness hints that he is not in the habit of using them.

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Ask my muse anything

Just as it says on the tin, ask a question and the muse shall answer it.

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Freezerburnt

Frostburn Canyon was nothing short of brutal for an exiled clone, but it was a home. TZ dug into the Dahl dumpster, precariously bent over the edge to reach for an upturned box of ammo.  As his fingers grazed the bottom, he hoped that the weight within that resisted his attempt to flip it was a handful of bullets, or even some hidden cache of food instead of a rat, or worse.  With another stretch, his dust-stained sleeve tore against a sharpened edge of the dumpster, its edges reddening from the new gash across his arm.

“Damn,” he whispered, pulling himself up and slipping out of the dumpster to sit on the ground.  The thick, damp fabric froze in the chilled air. Clasping his arm to stem the flow, he continued to curse under his breath.  

Real bandits could smell blood, probably.

Peeking out from his cover, TZ checked the doors of the haphazardly built camp.  He held his breath, so the clouds of haze would not give away his position.

A shadow fell over him with growling huffs of hot, wet breath.  TZ’s gaze rolled upwards.  The white expanse of a giant ram skull mask stared back.  The giant’s thumb hooked under the front palate of the skull and lifted.  Three distinct sniffs in the air made TZ grip his dripping arm until his knuckles turned white.

He could not do anything about a badass Psycho.

And the Psycho chortled.

“Fresh meat...” His horned head tilted curiously, the dark eye socket staring down at the clone. The psycho sighed, “no, frozen.”  He crawled off of the roof and dumpster to crouch beside TZ.  “Frozen meat’s no good.  All crunch and no squish.  Mum would cry.”

TZ could not look away from the tattoos across the other’s stomach: SUBMIT, in bold, black lettering.  “Uh... yeah, I’m too frozen!” TZ said, forcing a nervous smile.  This one wasn’t screaming at him like the others, perhaps he could be convinced to let him go?  “No good at all.  Freezer burnt to a crisp!”

Another head tilt, the psycho leaning so close that his horn squished the floof of TZ’s mohawk.  “Don’t listen,” he snapped, scooting closer to TZ, pinning him against the dumpster.  The horn on the mask clocked TZ’s scalp as the head it was attached to dipped to stare down at the bleeding arm.  “Don’t listen.”

“Okay, all right I won’t,” TZ agreed, struggling to grip his throbbing skull while trying to hide the gash on his arm against his chest.  

Without much effort, the bandaged, stained fingers plucked TZ’s hand and straightened it out to inspect.  “Guh....” he growled, tugging the tiny being onto his feet.  The psycho relaxed, setting down his buzzaxe to fish something out from the threadbare pants stained with the same reddish-brown mystery substance as his fingers.  Between his thumb and index finger, he produced a health syringe.  “Ah yesss, at last.  Red for red.”

Syringes never bothered TZ; FU was fond of using them for all manner of injuries whether they were from the acid burns across his body from swimming in the Caustic Caverns for a video,or nearly losing this same arm in a wrestling match with a Thresher.  

The casing cracked as the psycho forced it into his palm.  TZ squeaked and squirmed, pulling his own arm out of socket to flee the crushing grasp.  Then he let go, dropping TZ with a grunt.

“All better...” the psycho purred, drool dribbling onto TZ’s knees from under the mask.  With a wet, sucking sound, the psycho sat back, his head tilting as he scanned the rest of the camp. “All quiet. Mum’ll be proud.”

TZ scrambled away from the dumpster, clawing at the red speckled packed snow to put as much distance from him and the huge bandit as possible before he decided that he was fresh meat after all. 

As he got to his feet, he half-expected to get tackled, cut to shreds by the psycho’s buzzaxe in a fit of shrieking poetic nonsense like they’ve done to other clones.

But this Mike made it to his ladder, his sneaker slipping on the crust of ice with every step up.  Shins battered on the bars, he tore open his front door and collapsed inside.  Gasping for breath, his fingers dug into the tattered rug to drag himself up into a sitting position.  It wasn’t until the end of his black tie had found itself between his teeth that TZ realized that he was okay.

The psycho had been rough, but syringe had done its work.  A fresh straight scar raised from his once acid twisted flesh.  Flexing his fist: his wrist was bruised, but nothing seemed broken. “Huh... That one’s not that bad?”

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All the Little Things Meme

Get down to the nitty gritty.  Send a symbol to learn about the muse!

🍑 - Favorite fruit 🍰 - Do they eat healthy or do they like junk food? ☕ - Tea or Coffee?  How do they take theirs? 🎵- Favorite song 🔪 - Have they ever killed someone? 🍴- Favorite meal 🎩 - Usual outfit 🏠 - What does their living space look like? 🚿 - Do they like hot or cold showers? 🏨 - Sleeping position 🚔 - Have they ever broken the law? 🏃 - Are they athletic? 💐 - Favorite type of flower 🎹 - Do they play any instruments? 🎨 - Artistic ability 🏥 - Has they ever gotten seriously ill? 💤 - Do they like sleeping in or waking up early? 🕕 - The longest they’ve ever been awake 🔎 - Random detail about them 💢 - Something other’s do that gets on their nerves 🚬 - Do they drink/do drugs? 👶 - As a kid, what were they like? 🍭 - Do they have a sweet tooth? 🎂 - How old are they? 🎤 - Can they sing? 🔋 - What makes them feel better after a long day? 💕 - Parents 🍙 - Favorite snack 💀 - What are they afraid of?

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Random headcanon meme!

⍤ : What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep? 

✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?

☕ : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?

⌚ : Is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? Or, are they always a bit early?

♿ : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?

☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?

⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?

⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

☃  : What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one? 

☂  : Does your muse like rain?

☼ : Does your muse like daytime or nighttime more?

🏨  : How well does your muse sleep?

❤ : What are your muse’s thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?

☘ : Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate?

⚯ : Does your muse have good eyesight? If not, what is it like? Are they nearsighted or farsighted? Or both? Do they use glasses? Or do they prefer contacts?

👓 : If your muse wears glasses, what are their glasses frames like?

♨ : Does your muse have good table manners? How do they feel about bad table manners?

❀ : What is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?

♬ : Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?

📐 : Is your muse good at math? Do they like it, or do they hate it?

♞ : What is your muse’s favorite animal?

εїз : How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?

📱 : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?

☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?

ツ : Does your muse prefer lots of friends, or just a few close ones?

✝ : Is your muse religious?

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Updated Rules and Added Borderlands Muse List

((The Borderlands muse list is in the process of being filled in, but I am working on it.  There are a few muses that I’m not sure where they fit yet, but they will be filled in over time.))

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It just occurred to me that he could be a cultist as well, though probably not a Calyso cultist (though... that could definitely be a verse).  Judging from 2, cults tend to spring up like daisies among the bandits (There’s the Firehawk cult, the Scorch cult, Marcus’s cult, and honestly probably more that I’m forgetting.  And the Marcus one pops up because he literally gave them some guns that do cool things).

So, what kind of cult?  And what happened to it, if it’s not still around?  

I’m still gonna chew on these questions, but cultist gives me some cool stuff to work with for Torque.

Torque Blands!Verse

I’ve been playing a bit and think Torque might fit as a badass Psycho, or a Bruiser dressed up as a badass Psycho [or something in between?]. I want to keep his stature and general demeanor, while also keeping a bit of the loyalty/recovery/redemption aspect of his storyline. I’m thinking free-range experiment, maybe? Though I don’t know what company he’d be loyal to or who would make him.

If I do go with him as a Psycho, he’ll never be cured, as a heads up. But, he will get help with it (which he also eventually does in the Battleborn universe).

The curled horns motif will still be in his design, he would have the cow skull mask like some of the Psychos have, but with ram horns instead. He’ll also have ramhorn and lion tattoos.

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Torque Blands!Verse

I've been playing a bit and think Torque might fit as a badass Psycho, or a Bruiser dressed up as a badass Psycho [or something in between?]. I want to keep his stature and general demeanor, while also keeping a bit of the loyalty/recovery/redemption aspect of his storyline. I'm thinking free-range experiment, maybe? Though I don't know what company he'd be loyal to or who would make him.

If I do go with him as a Psycho, he'll never be cured, as a heads up. But, he will get help with it (which he also eventually does in the Battleborn universe).

The curled horns motif will still be in his design, he would have the cow skull mask like some of the Psychos have, but with ram horns instead. He'll also have ramhorn and lion tattoos.

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Those Stupid, Horny, Feral, Clown, Cursed, Baby chart memes below the readmore for everyone here.

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Some more Borderlands!Verse Musings

((I have to play Pre-Sequel again, but if I remember correctly, Zarpedon’s troops got like... infected/gifted Eridian powers that had glowing effects associated with them?))

((What if that’s how human!Rictus got his tentacles and mutations?))

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TZ Borderlands!verse Musings

Borderlands TZ ends up living in Frostburn Canyon after he's exiled from the Kingdom. He has it a lot rougher in this universe than in the Battleborn one, but he has a spiderant pet named Bro.

His acid scars also cover a far more extensive percentage of his body.  The "Acid Bath Challenge" could be better described as a "Swim a lap in the Caustic Caverns Challenge".  The rule of no scars on the face still applies.

TZ is still terrified of robots.  A Super Badass Constructor wiped out most of his team, so he doesn't trust anything metal.

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Human Rictus

I just realized any human!verse Rictus would pretty much be Sojiro Sakura, but like... really void/eridian infected (I actually have some neat ideas for him for the Blands universe, I just... have to figure out how I wanna handle thrall there.  But, he’s one of the ones that works as human without losing a part of him).  Naturally, I’ll sit down and make my own design, but when I was playing this game, I couldn’t help but go, “Hey, that’s Rictus.” with this guy.

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More Clones’ BLands musings

Some details about TZ and Bravo will be easier to show with them being human as opposed to Galahadrim.  For instance, how thin TZ actually is compared to his cloned brethren.  

Also, with them as bandits, I still get to play around with masks and such.  FU still pretty much 100% wears hers, Bravo’s is still cracked and TZ still refuses to wear his.

Bravo’s mask is not the one for the clone bandit camp, but it’s actually cobbled together from a bunch of other bandit camps that she’s raided herself.

TZ, as a hacker, was aware of Angel’s existence but because her abilities are attached to siren powers as opposed to mundane skill, she’s somewhat of a cryptid to him. 

TZ’s still horrified of robots, and since I’ve picked up a robot muse, expect some funny happenstances to happen between them.

As of start of this timeline, Bravo’s whereabouts are a mystery, even to their bandit camp.  Everyone believes that she’s a fallen hero.

New clones are made via hacked digistruction/New-U, though this is a rare occurrence.  The original Bravo squad were originals, which means that at start of timeline, TZ’s actually one of the oldest living clones.

His hair is starting to grey, even though he’s in his 30′s. Bravo had significant greying because she’s in her 40′s.  

Younger clones are copies of copies, which results in their higher rates specialization, but also higher rates of problems.  

The original Mike was probably just a low-level security guard that was escorting Tediore sales people through Pandora and ended up dying due to [ insert really ANYTHING here ].  Two Mikes came out of the New-U, the King and Queen, and the rest is history.

Technically, OM and Whiskey could exist within this canon, early testing for reproducing the clones could’ve resulted in a defective one and OM could’ve ran off with his best friend early on.  I might pick up Whiskey as a muse if this ends up being the case. 

The Mike New-U station doesn’t New-U living Mikes, but makes blank copies that don’t carry the memories.  Skills, however, are carried over.  Part of the hack is maintaining the skills so they can specialize into medics, hackers, etc.

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Verse Headcanon Musings

TZ and the rest of the Bravo squad all transfer pretty neatly into the Borderlands universe.

They're bandits that currently have unknown origins (I remember most bandits are from Dahl mining, but I almost want them to have been from Tediore?) that were either a happy mistake from digistruct/New U tech or possibly cloning/doppleganging like Jack, but for some other CEO/super rich dude.

Since they're all still the same person, things like the Clonstitution still exists and the Kingdom still exists (though, in a much, much smaller scale and without a lot of the amenities of the Battleborn universe). Most of Mike philosophy is retained, along with the strong belief in individuality and the power of friendship.

The Bravo squad, as bunker busters and resource gatherers, ended up a MUCH more vital part of this small community. As such, its fall and TZ's fall in particular, is a lot harsher in this universe.

Instead of self-exile, he is outright exiled. FU provides care for him in secret.

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I’m sure someone has done this before