oh nonono, I can’t make models for the life of me 😅 the robot is from the Handsome Jackpot DLC from BL3. Oh, and here’s the pics!!
These last pics for are from inside of his chest (right behind the area with the blue lit up triangle), where there’s a seat and some controls for the user (in this case whoever has enough money to operate this thing.)
Yeah, they’re taken in a weird FOV but that’s the best I could do atm considering there’s currently no way to open up the bot’s chest (unless I’d delete it completely, which is gonna take some time.)
OK Rhacktober challenge: I was going to do Rhys and roboJack physically together for the ‘heat’ prompt, but after several failed attempts I changed tack and went for robojack phoning up Rhys’s brain from a few km away for a bit of one-on-one time.
I got introduced to the setting of rogue-lite game Void Bastards, and was just ‘yeah, that sounds like the kind of doomed-by-punitive-corporations-and-a-dodgy-AI type situation Rhys would find himself in. Basically a draw-over of the game mugshot thing.
To ruin/improve your day: even more old pictures of Rhys smuggling AI Jack out of Atlas in the form of an increasingly massive and assholish Handsome Ratch.
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Smuggled Ratch Jack: Small; cuddly; easily concealed in carry-on luggage; snores cutely; kind of like a cat
Smuggled Ratch Jack + 6 months: Enormous; covered in horns; impossible to hide; snores like a giant ratch; kind of like having a huge ratch tread on your face every night at 3am while warming the nest to a cosy 40 degrees celcius; … also still kind of like a cat.
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TFW you spent 40% of the R&D budget building a brand new Jack, and now Mr ‘put me in a ratch and I’ll use your intestines for dental floss’ won’t wear it, because no level of human Handsomeness can ever match the sheer body-confidence, contentment, and ability-to-eat-concrete of being a Massive Ratch.
Also when ratch who used to be alllll buddy buddy with Jack come round and echolocate Rhys and are all “scrrrrrrrrrsccrreeeeeeeshhhhhhhhkkrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” and you just don’t say shit like and get away with it.
But sometimes you just have to adapt to these things.
Glad everyone came out of this with no issues whatsoever.
“Wait, come'ere.” Rhys says. Tim moves a bit closer but it’s evidently not close enough because Rhys pulls at the front of his jacket until they’re nearly toe-to-toe and presses his forehead to the glass front of Tim’s helmet.
“What—”
“Yeah,” Rhys breathes, fogging the glass, “I knew it’d be cool.”
He’s close enough that Tim could count his eyelashes, close enough he could kiss him if the glass wasn’t there, close enough he can probably hear Tim’s unsteady breathing—
Trade with @snailpdf 💖Did a scene from chapter 4 of his lovely fic ‘The Devil Doesn’t Bargain’
(My drawing brain wants to spend more time endlessly fiddling with this, but I’m making an executive decision here, and it is going out the door into the world!)
Also some random dumb hc’s I have under the cut ✌️
Tim still has some vision in his eye after the branding unlike Jack. Still requires visual aid to help see a bit, but otherwise can mostly see figures and movement pretty fine.
His pupils, or at least in the right eye, are permanently dilated (If you notice, his in game model has an unsettling gaze to most people bc of how big his pupils are) They’re a consequence of long term stress while in the Jackpot in addition to Anshin/hypos overuse.
RE: Anshin overuse- Healing syringes also additionally contain an adrenaline boost, possibly contributing to the side effect of pupillary dilation
Also makes him hella sensitive to light changes/bright lights as a result, also to electronic screens at times
i have concluded that tales from the borderlands, by amazing means of deduction, is the story of several hyperion infants dumped on pandora to look for their dads car keys
👻 look how close you were to getting the new chapter!! so sad…
anyway, here’s your out on context line(s) :)
Their mouths hover scant centimetres apart. The metal clasp on the bottom of Jack’s mask is brushing against Rhys’ chin. He can feel the heat of Jack’s breath against his mouth. Why isn’t he—
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