#Broodless

[backtothedisaster]

yay

[borderlandsmostwanted]

I think Fl4k's pets can and should count. Iirc they also have their own tags

You're right. They are literally babies too.

Also I didn't know they had their own tags!! To be honest I don't remember their names bc I mostly play Amara, and when I play fl4k I usually name the pet after my cats lol

[themeatlad]

Got borderlands 3 on sale

[borderlandspolls]

Hey guys… due to personal reasons, i won’t be posting any poll this month… i’m really sorry.

April’s fools!!

This month’s poll will be…

[aardvark-123]

~Excessively Twee Borderlands Headcanons: Cuisine Edition~

Gaige has a big appetite, yet can easily forget to eat when she's busy vault hunting or tinkering with robots. It usually fell to Axton to remind her to eat; while he may not be the maturest of men, he understands that the body needs fuel. Gaige has made some attempts at cooking, but her marshmallow and crisp spaghetti carbonara proved to be an acquired taste.

Amara loves Partali's spicy, aromatic cuisine. She laments that few of the Six Galaxies' take-away dishes come close to the authentic taste of dhal makhani and a keema paratha. Her appetite is enormous, however, and she could eat a kilogramme of lamb biryani while complaining it isn't as good as her personal chef's.

Claptrap can bake. He hands out a lot of side-quests to fetch him ingredients, which he turns into delicious, albeit messily constructed pies, cakes, biscuits and loaves of bread. If you're nice to Claptrap, a surprisingly tall order for some people, you'll seldom find yourself without something in the cupboard.

Moze likes soup.

Ava is a veritable gourmet. As a homeless child, her favourite foods were "not rotten" and "provided willingly", treats which she didn't always manage to scavenge. When Maya adopted Ava, she made sure to feed her up, and Ava's palate broadened to the full extent of Athenian cuisine. Now she is an adventurous eater who loves trying new dishes, but will pretty much eat anything within two basic criteria: "not rotten" and "not too many olives".

The basics of cookery are also known to Ava. Although it's hardly her favourite activity- hardly, perhaps, the sort of activity she'd admit to enjoying- she can make pasta, okonomiyaki, salad, scrambled eggs and other simple dishes with aplomb. She used to send Maya anonymous Mothers' Day breakfasts, for which she'd refuse to admit any responsibility, because no way was she ever going to be cute. Food love stories, brought to you by the Crimson Raiders.

Lilith enjoys spicy food and is quite good at cooking. She isn't a fancy chef, but can be relied upon to make a lovely fried breakfast, tossed salad, or burger and chips.

FL4K doesn't eat, but they take great pains to secure good food for their pets. Meat-Thief loves fish and chips, Broodless likes a fruit salad, Mr Chew has a taste for Lancer tyres, and Ms Loader Bot partakes in only the finest Lithium Ion Batteries.

Salvador is quite the chef, a barbecue expert and master of Mexican-influenced-part-of-Pandora cuisine. He can be very particular about his ingredients; no, you can't use skag liver instead of bullymong chops, it'll ruin the flavour profile of the whole meal. And what do you MEAN ketchup's another kind of mole?!

Tannis has seven perennial favourite foods: boiled eggs, carrot cake, toast with peanut butter, bananas, rice balls, Salvador's famous bullymong pancita, and sausages. She used to love bacon, but gave it up for personal reasons.

Roland was always an accomplished sandwich artisan, with the ability to house delicious combinations of ingredients between two slices of bread. Sometimes he took it to strange excesses such as the pie sandwich (or Wigan kebab), the spaghetti carbonara sandwich (or Sloppy Giuseppe), and the full English breakfast sandwich (or Sandwich That Annoys Lilith Because It's Just Missing the Point).

[kitsumidori]

More vault hunters pokemon teams, this time with the Borderlands 3 VH's

Fl4k

Their team was pretty easy, just think of which pokemon would fit with Fl4k's pet's

Mr. Chew was kinda tricky, but I settled on Lycanroc (Dusk form specifically since it's my favorite form)

Went with Ariados for Broodless since I remember one post with Fl4k as a pokemon trainer which also had Broodless be an Ariados

And Thwackey as Meat Theft since I thought it was fitting

The Zubat, Woobat and Noibat are supposed to be Fl4k's rak's that they keep in their coat, it was originally going to be three Zubat's, but the website I used wouldn't let me do duplicates

Moze

Ursaluna, Bewear, Pangoro and Cubchoo are obvious. She's part of the Ursa Corp, her mecha is called Iron Bear.

Obstagoon is an odd choice, but I thought a pokemon like this would be fitting for Moze

Same thing for Golurk

Amara

Amara is called the Tiger of Patali and has a whole tiger motif. Incineroar is the only tiger pokemon in the entire series

Pyroar is a lion, but still it's a big cat so I'm adding it

Sneasler is again, an odd choice, but it's one of the few pokemon whose color palette fits with Amara's

Machamp has multiple arms, Amara can summon multiple arms

Conkeldurr and Blaziken are because I ran out of ideas

Zane

Zane's Dragapult is based on the same Dragapult I caught in Pokemon Violet, who's also named Zane

Manectric has the same colors as Zane (blue and yellow) so I thought it would fit

Persian and Liepard was because of the cat boy Zane fan art I've kept seeing

Since Kecleon can learn substitute and double team, I thought it would go with Zane's digi-clone skill

With the fact that Zane's trans, I just had to give him the trans colored Sylveon

[citrine-elephant]

doing a fl4k playthrough all the way finally (and having tons and tons of fun with them! wish i woulda done sooner bcuz i love them and i love broodless)

i can only assume that when they met amara, moze, and zane, after getting to know them more and more, they adopted them

not like a "you are my pack now uwu" but more like a "you are my pack, now wear the maid outfit" kinda thing lmfao

it was stated as a fact, as fl4k IS the alpha.

tbh i just want to see them give headpats to all of their human friends bcuz social expectations are a little hard to grasp

[bluiex]

Bluiex, I am DEEPLY interested in knowing about Scar as a beast master. I'm playing Fl4k rn in my solo run and i am having SUCH a good time with them. The joy I get from being able to pet Broodless??????

- lurker boi (should I pick a different name?)

FL4K is my beloved. And I would die for them.. I frogot the real pet name cuz i renamed mine to my cats name LOL but I ADORE petting her (and making her have space cats on her head cuz of the skin I wear LMAO)

So I want Scar to be from Eden6 originally, and he found the jellie pandas there at a young age. Taking it upon himself to raise them and repopulate their species. One of them he's had since they were a little baby, which is the main Jellie he uses as a beast to fight with

Once he was old enough and the jellie pandas woukd be fine on their own he left.. He heard of stories of vault hunters and well. He wanted to be one himself!! So he does just that, him and Jellie taking on planet after planet getting vaults

[wainwrightjakobshammerlock]

do you have any headcanons abt Fl4k's pets? for me personally, Broodless is just a big insectoid cat (tbh all pet spiderants are cat-like to me) and Fl4k named the Loader bot after Joy. Don't ask why, I just do

Not really about the pets themselves unfortunately. I do however headcanon that spiderants sniff things with their hindlegs (similarly to irl spiders) so when Broodless sniffs something out she sticks her legy out

[tinytinybumblebee]

:000!!! Another borderlands fan!!! Do u... Perhaps.... Have any cg!FL4K hcs? :,3 /nf

Eeeee!!!! Heck yeah I do!!! Loev Fl4k so much🥺

- Their tiny one is a part of the pack! Fl4k makes sure everyone (especially Broodless) knows the tiny one is with them and to treat them nicely. Mr.Chew 100% is trying to play with the tiny one, and Meat-thief is attempting to pick the tiny one up like jabbers do with baby jabbers xD

- You know their mod classes being beanie babies?

Fl4k 100% has extras they carry around just for their tiny one to play with while out. Fl4k will tell them very interesting facts about the mods! Are they necessarily the most kid friendly? Absolutely not, Fl4k isn't one to beat around the bush about the realities of animals, but, they make the facts sound cool!

- They are sooo strong and will carry their tiny one everywhere (typically piggyback rides but also will carry the tiny one on their hip)

- While fl4k doesn't sleep, they make sure there is a very comfy nest of blankets and various comfy things Fl4k has found for their tiny one to sleep in ;u; definitely lots of cuddle piles with all of Fl4k's animals♡♡

- From their time with working with doctors/scientists, Fl4k knows the best foods and drinks for tiny ones and makes them amazingly ♡

[backtothedisaster]

This is kinda just my art blog now

[jimsmovieworld]

THE BROOD- 1979 ⭐️⭐️⭐️

A woman creates a brood of angry little goblin children with her thoughts...

Canadian psychological body horror film.

I enjoy the kills and I love the crunch. Great crunch, lots of fun, the doctor being swarmed is excellent. I just find a lot of the broodless moments rather boring at times. The story just doesn't get my goose going I guess.

Directed by David Cronenberg.

[finalexpenses]

idc how widely regarded as Very Bad bl3 was . i love my baby darling broodless look at her

[oflgtfol]

well since you brought up two characters then i guess qui-gon palpatine and anakin for that ask game thing

LMAO. thank you i guess. i know i brought up two of the characters but this is so hard

qui-gon: one-night stand. i shiver at the thought but again, so i have to spend as little time with him as possible. it would be a bad one-night stand i think. i’d leave in the middle of the night as soon as it was over muttering under my breath about how much it sucked. fuck this guy for real

palpatine: best friend. he’s evil af but i’d rather be on his good side than his bad side. which leads me to…

anakin: husband. hopefully like padme he’ll fucking kill me as soon as we have our first disagreement, and that will put me out of my misery

( husband/one-night stand/best friend game )

[mauserfrau]

A Glorious Pelt - Bordertober

Went off script and way out of my own canon today, so tonight is pick up and play! Inspired by this anonymous submission to Incorrect Borderlands Quotes.

Some minor gore and drinking.  Spoilers for Where The Red Fern Grows.  Skip the tags if you want maximum surprise.

They think their visual processing firmware’s sprung a bug the first time they see her: the white skag.

She’s pale as the moonlight, rangy as a bandit child.  She crests the sand dune with the sort of silence they’d expect from a feline or a selachimorph.  She can’t be full-grown-- her hips are too thin and her tongue, as it swirls into the varkid body Mr. Chew opted not to finish, so short.  Pale too.  A pink ribbon.

They’ve heard stories about creatures like her, old hunter tales told around campfires and bottles of whiskey.  She isn’t the sort of thing that gets written down in macroecological surveys.  Besides that, she should, if her mother didn’t gobble her up as a weakling, be wearing enough dust that she looks like any other skag.

But no.  She’s there.  She’s so pale she seems luminous blue against the night.  Her spines (she’s a spitter; that’s unusual in and of itself) have a gloss like nacre to them.  The only dark part of her would be the grayish pits of her eyes.  Her irises flash with Rayleigh scatters in the Outrunner headlights.  

They think too at first that she must be starving, nibbling on a kill from another skag who’s not from her pack.

Perhaps she doesn’t have a pack.  Then, how has she survived to adolescence? 

Perhaps she isn’t eating because she needs to.  She seems to be tasting, ripping off small, tender bits and taking her time to swallow.  How refined, they want to say, but the clicking of their optics seems too much sound.  Even Mr. Chew has gone quiet, sitting back on his haunches and observing despite the trail of curious drool that runs from his jaws.

So she belongs to someone.  She might even have been engineered for that person.

A sauroraptor whistles in the distance; that or a person who’s versed at impersonating one.

The white skag lifts her head.  She takes one more rip off of the body and disappears over the dune.

FL4K does their best to triangulate her footsteps, and that noise she might be answering.  The night though sings on, full of bandits and more ordinary creatures, all masking any trace of her.

*

They meet with the other hunters in a bar at the edge of the Droughts.  They hesitate to call them Vault hunters, since hunting Vaults is one thing they’ve done very little of since arriving on Pandora.  Hunting Bandits on the other hand…

Anyway, they buy a bottle of moonshine and they light a candle, playing at this being a campfire story even though the evening’s too shot full of tension and battle for anybody with an inn at their disposal to risk sleeping under the stars.  Humans are so fragile and they like their stories told just so.  Whiskey for white skags, beer for comedy, blood everywhere for happy childhood memories.

They transload all of the pictures they took onto their ECHO and they pass it around.  Most of the images make her look dim, but in one they snagged a lens flare and that almost replicates her glorious nature.

“Now that’s some Where The Red Fern grows shite,” Zane remarks once they’ve finished explaining the encounter.  

“What in the who now?” mutters Moze.  She has a mouthful of chilli from her second bowl.

“Old book.  Just about his boy and his dogs.  Got this bit about a magic fern in the middle and then the dogs die.”

“That sounds like a terrible book,” says FL4K.  “What is the point of having a story about dogs if the dogs don’t live to see victory?”

“Well, they do, erm, that.  They just also kinda die.  The one goes out with a bang!”

“Anyway,” Amara changes the subject and also her shot glass.  She’s chasing the moonshine with some floral cordial from offworld.  She also leans across the table, batting the remains of her eyeshadow at FL4K.  “I’m glad you got to see your albino skag.”

“Not albino.  Leucistic.  Albino skags are blind and not uncommon in inbred packs, although they rarely live long.”

Moze chews on her spoon.  “I didn’t know that.  Actually, I didn’t know what leucistic meant either and I’m not sure I’ll ever need to know that ever again and… Meat Thief, these are my beans.” She shoos the jabber off of her lap.

Before it can take the space beside Zane on the bench, Zane activates his DigiClone, occupying the area. 

“I do not think she was mine,” FL4K says, thoughtfully now.  She could be, though.  They never failed to realize that.  All they have to do is wait for her in the particular way that will earn her trust.  First though, they must find her.  And there’s a lot of smoking craters in town for that to be feasible for the moment.

Amara though lifts both of her glasses, “Well, if you want her, go get her! At least try.”

FL4K nods.  “I will need meat.  Do you think any of the survivors will mind if I appropriate some from the mass grave?”

“Just, ah, try to stick with the cultists and don’t let anybody see you,” says Moze.

*

They take a tattooed leg from the grave and carry it out into the dunes.  Elpis crests at midnight.  The desert still sings, or did it, they wonder, ever really stop?

The precise place where they saw the white skag no longer exists.  Winds and other beasts have changed it, though the GPS coordinates remain.  The varkid is long gone.  FL4K slices open the leg and leaves it in a similar spot.  They hold with their pack in the Outrunner, waiting and listening.  They’ve brought water and silicone chew toys and half a dozen biofluids to rub on their fingers if that might tempt her.

A thrill sparks somewhere deep inside their wires.  No, the archives were never like this, not even when ancient copies of Audubon turned up to be scanned, not even when an anonymous scientist brought over an Eridian epic she insisted described a real planet, but a dead one.  The Grand Archivist didn’t even want to take that one.  The day they convinced him rings awfully clear now in their circuits.  They wonder, not for the first time, if things changed more in those hours than any of the ones before.

In the present, Mr. Chew raises his head.  He turns over his shoulder.

FL4K follows.  They think if it’s her back there, she must be awfully wily.  It makes sense the way she’d stand out in full sun.

The white skag is not alone.  She trots around the feet of her master.  Mistress, rather.

“You.  I was not expecting.”

Tyreen shoulders her rifle.  She smiles.  She shrugs.  Aside from the careless omission of the left sleeve of her jacket, her hunting gear seems practical, especially compared to her costumes.  Her rifle has been used, and not that long ago.  Without makeup, her lips are a pale tan color and she’s got oxide in the pits of her eyes.

The white skag circles her, once and then again.

It knows not to touch her or come too close, but it also knows her gravity.  So, they have been together, she and her.  They have been together for a long while.

They shoulder their rifle as well.  It’s not like this “God Queen” can hurt them, or that they’d let her hurt their pack.  Besides, she is very much alone, save for the white skag.

She’s also snickering at them.  So she knows.  She seems like she knows.

“Is she yours?” they ask.

“I dunno.  Is she?”

“I am uncertain what need you would have for a hunting dog, considering your siren powers.”

Tyreen takes a handful of steps closer and the white skag trots ahead of her, coming close enough that Broodless puts her head up.  Mr. Chew sniffs.  Oh, the bodies and the strange blood he must smell on her.

“Serious question there.  Is she mine?” says Tyreen.

“You are not trying to play mind games with an ex-archivist.”

“I’m not playing anything.  Do you want her? Like you said, I don’t need a dog.”

And the white skag, she lays belly down in the sand.  She looks to them and to the pack.  Her eyes flash, but she stays so calm.

FL4K thinks.  If they had a tongue, they think they would lick their lips.  As things are, the white skag does just that, her pink ribbon tongue flickering out above the ground.

“Yes,” they say.  “I want her very much.”

“Good, good,” croons Tyreen.  She upends her rifle, dumping the bullets out.  “I can help you with that.  Walk with me.”

Nodding, they do likewise.  They motion for their pack to follow.

The four of them follow the two into the desert night where everything is blue, only specially Tyreen, whose pelt seems to beam with laughter even through her silence.