#sasha/august

[fabdante]

Retrospect

Right. She’d brought that incident earlier today. When Fiona and them were in the back room of the bar, talking about Fiona’s predicament while her bandit captors drank in the noise of the rest of the Purple Skag. That time Vallory had her outside of the bio-dome and-...well...she doesn't like to think about the rest. “I don’t blame you, you know,” she says. “It’s not like you stabbed me.” “But I let her stab you,” he replies, frowning to no one in particular beside himself as he studies the skin. “Didn’t even do anything after she did, I just let her do it.” “August, I knew your mom for about a day,” she says, trying to meet his gaze in some sort of extension of comfort but he’s too focused on her scar. His stare is distant, like he’s trapped and trying to map a way to keep her from getting it. Some sort of answer he could give to keep his mothers knife at bay. Maybe there were a magic set of words from him or her or Rhys or Fi or anyone else that’d make that happen. But that’s not the reality Sasha knows. “She’d probably have stabbed you if you said anything.” “Yeah, she would have,” he says, no particular malice or hesitation in his tone because it might as well be fact. “Doesn’t mean I should have let her stab you.”

Summery: After the Vault Key (and getting Rhys and Fiona back from….where ever they went), Sasha's fallen into a very comfortable life with August in Hollow Point. At least until her sister gets herself into trouble, leaving Sasha reflecting on the events of her life while she and August wait for Rhys to pick up his goddamn phone.

Words: 7,423

Rating: T (swearing, implied past child abuse, references to canon typical violence, also ample bullying of Rhys)

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[sparky-is-spiders]

Favorite non j/mart jonship

I am soso curious about this actually. Also I want to think about my favoritest blorbo and make other people think about them also. So here's a poll with some Jonships. Can be platonic or romantic. Choose whichever speaks to you most. (Note: this is favorite jonship ASIDE from j/mart. If that's your fave, pick your second fave here or pick none/no preference please, not other).

No pressure but if you rb w/ tags explaining your choice I will love you forever. Also would appreciate reblogs for a larger sample size.

Edit: I don't think many people are going to see this but if you do and you are part of the 1.2% (at time of edit (6/9/2024, 14:11 EST)) who voted for Jonpeter or Jonmelanie please please tell me your reasoning, not just why you like them but why you chose them over all the other options. I like them too. I won't judge. Please. I want to love them the way you do. I want to understand.

[psakhich]

[krotiation]

oooaaoo girls just wanna have fuuun

[casswithmywholeheart]

sashymellows rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.. these r old

[meri-l]

We weren't given the DuboHolt in the movie, but Sasha and Matvey decided to remedy that

[echoeyez]

Would you still love me if I was a worm?

[timothylawrence]

You are such an asshole, August!

[haystarlight]

One of my favorites wlw couple tropes is happy butch angry femme

[ratatatastic]

august has been a FANTASTIC month just in case you were asking

[rin-bellatrix]

Oasis

"When everything's meant to be broken, I just want you to know who I am." - Goo Goo Dolls

August finds himself in the middle of the Pandoran desert, left to clean up his business' loose ends. Though, he's not as alone as he once thought, coming face to (pretty) face with the grifter who stole his heart. It seems that Sasha has some of her own loose ends to clean up as well.

I love Sasha and August ok

I'm firmly in the belief that August needs to reclaim his full redemption arc (he started towards the end of Tales and well, we just never got to see the end result 🤷🏽‍♀️)

So here's my first "saugust" piece! (Pls tell me if there's a better ship name for them out there 💀) I've written them as bg characters in my rhyiona fics, bc we love a big ol' happy family affair, but this is their first solo spotlight on my blog 😌💕

they need more recognition, they're kinda like Bonnie and Clyde, love my lil outlaw couple 💖 so stinkin' cute 🥰 (not to be confused with everyone's favorite villain couple, jackisha, who I've also written for 🤭)

Ahem, anyway~ this is part one, so this is unfinished. More to come from this particular story ✨️

Also. Am I posting this in the last hour of the month of August, instead of getting my shit together and posting it sooner...? Don't worry about it~ ☺️

Enjoy~ 🧡💜

It was always sunny on Pandora. Or at least, it seemed to be whenever August had to venture out of the dark shithole that was Hollow Point. The white sub-giant star that was Pandora's sun seemed to be on full blast today, the curve of the horizon a warbled, dancing edge in this heat. Sweat rolled down the side of his face and gathered at his jawline before spilling off in incessant drops. He shook his head to get the sweat out of his eyes before leaning into his truck bed and grabbing two fistfuls of rough canvas.

He tossed another burlap covered carcass onto the small pile of bodies, grunting with its weight. His Ma might be gone, but that just left the family business up to him. Which meant cleaning up the mess when a rival gang thought that they could prove themselves bigger and badder. Not a chance. But it was best to dump the bodies farther away from the entrance to Hollow Point to avoid scavengers somehow finding a way to spill into his town. That was the last thing he needed.

Dusting his hands off, he slammed the trunk door closed and ripped an old rag out of his back pocket. Mopping the perspiration from his neck and face (minding his piercings), he squinted up at the ball of fire in the sky and cursed its heat. What he wouldn't give for an ice cold drink right about now, he was fucking parched.

Stuffing the damp rag back into his pocket, he rounded his truck to head to the driver's side. His boots kicking up sand, his mind already focused on securing a cold shower as soon as he got back home. Gripping the handle, he pulled and yanked the door open, one foot on the step bar ready to hop in, before he looked up and froze.

"Thirsty?" Sasha chimed, sitting relaxed behind the wheel, dangling a cold bottle that was dripping with condensation.

The sight alone had him wondering if this was a mirage, if the heat had really gotten to him and made him hallucinate this as his own personal oasis. But then her scent of orange blossoms hit him, and he took a step back in shock. The sweet scent that sometimes haunted his dreams was a startling contrast to the freshly decomposing bodies that he just unloaded from the back of his truck.

How did she even get here without him knowing...?

She was as beautiful as ever, maybe even more so if that was possible. Her locks were pulled back in a sleek style, much like the last time he saw her during that whole vault debacle. Her outfit looked clean and classy, a stark contrast to his current state of sweaty and sandy. She wore reflective sunglasses that kept him from seeing her eyes, only his own warped image staring back at him.

When she arched a pretty brow, waiting for a response, August had to reel himself in. "What the fuck are you doin' in my truck?" No one could ever say that he didn't have a way with words.

"Is that the greeting I get? After I came all this way to bring you a nice refreshing drink, because I know you always leave to come here without one."

It shouldn't move him that she remembered his dump sight. It should mean nothing that she remembered he always forgot to pack a drink. It wasn't a big deal that she came to drop off a cold drink. She was a con artist, this is what she did. It's how she wormed her way into his heart the first time. He told himself this, and tried to ignore the way his heart beat a little faster at the implication that she still cared about him.

Did she ever really care about him...?

"What's it to you? If I forget to hydrate, how's it any of your business?" He glowered at her, old hurt resurfacing as if it were just yesterday.

She watched him from behind her sunglasses, quiet as she struggled to find a new lie to fixate on.

"Listen, I don't care, get the fuck out of my seat and go back to wherever you came from. You've got nothin' here, unless ya want me to put a bullet in your brain."

Sasha pursed her lips, her free hand settling firmly on the steering wheel. "I'm gonna drive you back." When he opened his mouth to argue, she continued. "I just want to talk." When he remained suspicious, she reached up to remove her sunglasses, meeting his eyes clearly. "Please?"

Her eyes were so clear, the light jade so beautiful with her complexion. His mind told him to watch his heart, not to fall for her tricks. But his heart told him to go along with what she wanted, simply because it was her who asked. August considered himself a strong man - an intelligent man - but in the face of the woman he loved, he crumbled far too easily.

He grunted as he slammed the door closed, rounding to the passenger side of his own damn truck. He hopped in, the cab rocking with his momentum, the door shutting behind him as he huffed.

Sasha held out the bottle again, and he watched as a drop of water raced down the side and gathered at the bottom before splattering across his leather seat. He looked up at her and met her eyes again, ignoring the excitement that wanted to bubble to the surface.

"Is it poisoned?"

The pretty grifter frowned, before twisting the cap off and taking a swig, once again holding it out to him. "That answer your question, smart ass?"

He hesitated before taking the bottle from her. Glancing down as she shifted the car into drive and pulled off, he noticed the faintest glossy shine of her lip gloss on the lip of the bottle. As the truck rumbled through the Pandoran desert, he recalled how slick her lips were when she would kiss him after applying it. They way she giggled when he pulled back and groused about the texture. How she would joke with him, arms looped around his neck, if she should withhold her kisses then. And he would snag her closer by her waist, pulling her into him and grumbling a complaint against her wet lips as he kissed her through her laughter.

He eyed the residue of it on his bottle now. Then, he lifted it to his lips and drank deeply, imagining that he could feel a phantom press of her lips against his own. It quenched him like nothing else.

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[katagawajr]

happy tales atlas fam holidays <3 (AU by @timothylawrence)

[incorrect-borderlands-quotes]

Vaughn: August, are we friends? August: [laughs] Pandorans cannot be friends with Hyperion employees. It is a myth, like the yeti, or the unconditional love of a mother. Sasha: And he has spent a lot of money in search of both of those things. August: Although I am making progress on the yeti.

[solis-legacy]

Sasha and August took a term off while Roar was working on his online diploma and now they have all applied to university together. They can't wait to start this next chapter together.

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Credits: @simmireen, @simmerianne93, and @herecirmsims

[vaulthunterlands]

Finished Tales and I love these idiots

[meri-l]

Meeting actors and creators of the movie "Major Grom: The Game" with fans in Tula

Roman Kotkov - creative producer, screenwriter

Alexander (Sasha) Seteikin - performer of the role of Dima Dubin

Andrey Trushin - performer of the role of Otto Schreiber

Matvey Lykov - performer of the role of August Van Der Holt