Tag: borderlands the pre sequel

Heya! first up I love your writing! I was wondering what fic suggestions you have!? Like whats your fave Rhack fic? Jackothy Fic and Rhysothy fic? I keep finding tons of Rhack (and I love it) but also want to read some other pairings. Keep up the good work.

Thanl you so much Anon! ❤❤❤ I’m glad you’re enjoying them!

As for my faves?

I. Have. So. Many. Faves.

One thing to do is to check out @purge-that-urge-rhackathon master list of fics on Tumblr and A03, along with @thethespacecoyote Tumblr and A03 rhack and rhackothy tags. Also @nessiefromspace is a blessing with fics too (I actually want to list everybody but these are just the three that come to mind at the moment–this fandom is filled with amazing talent!!!!!).

As for Rhysothy, I know there was a comic going around where Rhys was the CEO of Atlas and Timothy was hired to assassinate him but fell in love with him instead?

Oh man. Okay, can y’all help me out here with finding/naming some Jackothy and Rhysothy fics?

Timothy needs love! (Poor man has to endure Jack)

uglynicc-kitchensink:

(wip) “Count to 6″

Just a nsfw snippet of a Jackothy thing…

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“J-Jack, please—“

“Shut up, Tim.”

There was no anger in his voice, only a menacing calm that left no room for disobedience. Fishing the remote out of his pocket, Jack idly rolled it in his fingers before flicking the dial down to 2.

Jack heard an exhale of breath, the whisper of skin against fabric and a delicate clink of metal in answer to the change in intensity. Jack smiled cruelly.

Thinking he’d ignored Tim long enough, he cocked his head to the side, finally fixing his mismatched eyes on the seating area near the bookshelves and hidden airlock.  

In the low light, Jack could see Timothy just where he’d left him; Head pillowed on the armrest of the couch, his doppelganger was on his back, wrists bound in thick leather cuffs, tethered by a short chain to the matching collar around his throat, balled fists resting over his rapidly rising and falling chest. Knees bent, Tim’s feet were planted flat on the sofa cushions, a spreader bar at his ankles keeping his legs apart.

“How ya doin’ there, Timmy? Good? Productive morning?” Jack asked casually, tossing the remote up in the air and catching it easily in his palm.  

There was no answer.

Jack pushed off the desk, and cranked the dial up to the highest setting as he made his way over. Tim absolutely wailed, his back arching, legs trembling, toes curling against the fabric of the sofa.

“Me? I know I’ve had a very productive morning trying to clean up the mess you left me, Timmy, my boy,” Jack hissed out, coming to a stop behind Tim’s head as he loomed over the couch.  

Tim looked up desperately, eyes unfocused, his pupils blown. A sheen of sweat covered his skin, from the tip of his freckled nose to the tight muscle of his stomach. A strand of hair was plastered against his damp forehead, and quiet, ragged breaths escaped past his parted lips. He squirmed uselessly against his restraints, and now that he was closer, Jack could hear the furious buzzing of the toy.  

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Don’t know when I’ll finish this but that’s it for now ^^;

purge-that-urge-rhackathon:

….any of you fineass folks crafty with a needle and can point me to a pattern? I kind of want to make a handsome jack puff pillow (like a square pillow with his face using different fabric but it’s kind of 3D….i don’t fuckin remember what the technique is called its been decades since I took home ec) but I don’t have a pattern and wondering if that shit is out there >_>

EDIT:: ITS A QUILTED PILLOW THATS WHAT ITS CALLED LOLOL

eternal-garbage:

heavybreathingcatt:

handsomepeacock:

another picture I want to line and color but this time the Vault artifact let Jack go, falling to pieces after pumping him full of knowledge for years, keeping him alive and in a trance. Tim on the other hand having been driven mad just by Vault exposure (like the rest of the Vault Hunters) decided it was his duty to carry on for Jack and does everything the man mutters while in his trance

This is like my fave. SOME ONE PLEASE WRITE THIS!

I hope OP does not mind that I got mildly inspired. Also I fucking love Tim’s face.

“I did what you told me to, Jack. What you both wanted. We are Hyperion now.”

Jack blinked slowly, idly wondering why he had been hearing his own voice gushing at him. Everything was wrong and his head – it felt the wrongest of them all. Memories were missing, chunks of time were misplaced. He flexed his fingers slowly, noting the soft purple hue to his veins and the familiar voice bubbled up once again.

“You told me you needed that. I did everything you said. Just as you said.”

With a great effort Jack’s gaze slid upwards as he started at the man in front of him. Timothy Lawrence, the whiny spineless guy who was also his double.

Just like with everything else, the picture was off. Lawrence looked older, lines on his freckled face a bit deeper than Jack remembered. The man’s stylish hair was graying at the temples with one particularly long strand woven neatly in the perfectly coiffed ensemble. But it were the eyes that attracted his gaze: feverish and bright, absolutely hundred percent insane if he were to put a label on it.

“The Vault told you and I did it,” Timothy stood up and started pacing up and down, fingers spread out as he was counting. “Tassiter, dead. Super personal for you, I know. Thank me later.” He adjusted his vest and returned to pacing. “Vault key located. Siren added to the program. Vault of the Warrior found…”

My daughter?

Timothy abruptly stopped and knelt in front of Jack, his hands clasping at the sides of the other man’s face.

“Did I do good? Was it enough? Ask it,” and when Jack did not reply, blunt nails dug into his cheeks as he yelled out. “Ask the Vault!!”