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Idk why I’m going to complain but I’m so nervous about wearing Ginko to Fanime and AX I seriously love her but I’m really scared someone will say something to me or???? Devil Homura was already pushing my limits WHY ARE THE WAIFUS SHOWING SO MUCH

This is why I don’t trust BigHit even a bit. If they did the photobook now that means there’s no other time for their schedule to do it. Will they add some other photos to the summer theme I wonder? They wouldn’t go in the middle of their comeback if they can reschedule it. ALSO the mwave meet and greet got pushed back to June OTL. Not to mention the two concerts they have in June.. and then TRB in July.. ISTG they better be taking care of the boys really well!!!! *shakes fists*

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It’s midday when she sees him, sun high and unforgiving in the sky, beating down upon what appears to be his corpse. Pulling over a few paces away from where he lies face down in the sand, Gaige inspects him from a distance, shotgun held by her hip, fingers just off the trigger.

It’s not that the sight in itself is unusual, the spiderants and bandit technicals racking up their fair share of deaths, but it’s not quite the same unlucky traveller she is used to seeing out here. For one thing, she’d been able to spot that Hyperion yellow from a mile off. Not many people around these parts were dumb enough to carry Hyperion weaponry, the mere association enough to get you mugged and killed on a good day. For another thing, there were no other bodies around. If this was indeed a Hyperion stooge of some sort, a convoy would have been expected.

Casting a glance back at the technical loaded with parts and tools, Gaige wonders if it’s worth the effort. It’s not that she’s running low on money these days, after all. Vault Hunting had pretty much set her up for life. Although investing in the repair shop had set her back a fair amount. It couldn’t hurt.

As she draws nearer, the pieces fall into place. Hollow indents in the sand, blood everywhere. Spiderants. Hungry spiderants by the look of it. The guy is missing most of his right arm just below the elbow. Whatever stringy bits of flesh are left are unsalvageable.

Turning him over onto his stomach with the butt of her gun, she jerks back a little when he releases a raspy breath.-

Whoa. Tough cookie for a Hyperion. Thought for sure you guys imploded on impact with Pandora, but guess not…

-She could just take his cash and gun and be done with it, but maybe… maybe if she kept him alive a little longer, she might be able to extort some information. After all, the Friendship Gulag was only a few miles away and she knew for a fact, having been there on… official business before that they stocked all sorts of parts and tools that would make her life a hell of alot easier. That and Hecker circuit reintegrators. Those were her favorites. And Deathtrap was in severe need of an upgrade at this point.

Four hours, a couple of pints of blood (that she kept around for personal reasons) and a hastily put together tourniquet later and the off-world stranger lay on a dingy mattress on her floor, still out cold but a lot less worse for wear at least. She’d give him another five minutes to come to on his own. After that, once those were up, a tiny love-tap to the temple with one her wrenches should do the trick.

I’m kind of migraine hungover and just woke up so pardon the rambleys but wow. I have gotten just a ton of new followers lately and I don’t know why but I love you. <3

I’m just a whiny reblogger who probably responds too intrusively to strangers on the internet. But if you find something fun here then cool.

To my long term followers sorry/not sorry about all the dragon age.

Checking email is awful and I always put it off because it’s basically like “You’ve got 10 new emails shoving responsibilities in your face, another 7 that’ll stress you out for a few weeks, and 5 more that you’ll put off responding to until the deadline’s passed!”