it’s canon now that jack spent most of his time on elpis or pandora and im so happy with the thought of him raising hell with nisha and wil and shit and it contradicts my headcanon and im so glAD????? JACK IS SO HANDS-ON
Tensions are high, and the stakes? Well the stakes are higher. Watching and waiting isn’t usually her style, a more “guns blazing” technique fancying her a bit more, but this called for more finesse. A careful hand and nimble footing, both which she’d be more than happy to provide. After all losing wasn’t an option. Their opponents had already been mowed down- quite quickly to no surprise but him…>
He put up quite a fight. She’d make sure to give him props when he was 6 feet under.
From a distance she watched quietly waiting for him to move and then, yes then, he gave her the perfect opening. It takes her only a few moment to snake out of the shadows, placing her cocked “gun” into thick brown locks.
A wicked purple grin paints itself across her expression, leaning in so she was inches from his ear when she exhaled the word “BANG!-” with genuine glee. The giddy laugh that escapes her throat only adds insult to injury, moving her gun shaped digits to her lips to give a little blow before she motions to “re-holster” that oh so dangerous pistol.
“They don’t call me the best shot on Pandora for nothin’ cowboy ehe, buuut you put up a decent fight- shouldn’t feel too bad~”
Jack mimes actually being shot in the head, wailing and ever the drama queen, until he’s spun around to face the cowgirl. He’d be more upset about losing if she wasn’t so hot when she beat him. He makes a show of rolling his shoulders, stretching out his arms and pulling an exaggerated nonchalant face, swiping a thumb over his nose.
“Yeah, well. You know me. Always top of the barrel.”
He wiggles the thumb hammers of his ‘guns’ as he points them at her. The game might be over, but he can’t resist doing his favorite ‘I’m going to charm the pants off of you’ move. It usually works on Nisha. Sometimes. Okay he won’t lie, it probably doesn’t work at all– but he can dream.
He balances on a foot to lean in her direction, giddy from the game and full of that violent energy he gets specifically when Nisha’s around. He wants to kiss her and push her into the closest fountain at the same time and it frustrates the hell out of him. He wonders if that’s why they have so much sex or if it’s because they’re both just insatiable as hell. Probably both.
But the ‘battle’ has made him more than just the usual horny, and he tries to think of any decent take out places on Helios, but comes up short. He’d really have to do something about that. He puts on his best ‘pretty please’ face.
“How ‘bout you and I blow this popsicle stand and get something to eat that isn’t freeze-dried crap?”
Scissor Sisters: She’s My Man
When younger-Jack-from-the-pseudo-past comes calling, it’s all he can do to not pick up on the first of three deep, brassy whistles. Like a siren’s call in the dark, he knows by the way the hairs on the back of his neck raise and the roots of his teeth itch that it’s going to be that – that kid. Because he is a kid, all feverishly-bright eyes and easy, taunting smiles. Loose limbs and energy to spare, with time still dogging at his heels, waiting to catch him unawares sooner or later.
Jack grunts– having his head tipped back makes the room spin in dizzy circles and he squeezes his older self’s shoulder to keep from falling– ( further down the rabbit hole ). He snorts and immediately regrets it as the flood of copper coats the back of his tongue and throat.
“At least nothing’s exploded yet.” He manages to slur before the towel is shoved in his face. He makes an muffled indignant sound, still in Jack’s lap and he hates the creeping feeling that he’s a child being scolded. But he obeys the order, mostly because he doesn’t feel like passing out today and there was already enough crap in his system to fuck with his health; he didn’t need to add inter-dimensional fainting to that list, thank you very much.
He feels less likely to slip through space and time with Jack’s hands on him, and mumbles more noises through the towel to his collar. He groans loudly at old hotness’ words.
“Don’t friggin’ jinx it.” Mentally adds head-exploding to the list as well.
Jack curls in close, letting the heat and feel of his other self ground him and take his mind away from it’s attempt to merge with his surroundings. He slumps there until the bleeding slows and he feels drained and like he hasn’t slept in weeks.
“Mmm– I don’t know about you, but I could really use a distraction right now.”
Saint Motel - Ace In The Hole
My Type - Saint Motel
When there’s loving in the air
Don’t fight it, just keep breathing
ғɪʀᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ɢᴀsᴏʟɪɴᴇ
nisha/jack fanmix. listen.
whispers i got a lot of new followers from what i can only assume are from my art blog so just warning ya this isnt going to have any of my art on it that isnt reblogged from there, i just write a lot of dumb things here okay shh
how do you feel about a pool boy position
ofinsanidad replied to your post:ofinsanidad how do you feel about a pool boy…
if i get a really cute and slutty outfit, I’ll do whatever the fuck you want.
i honestly didn’t expect you to be this agreeable but i’m kinda into it, sooo
i’ll throw some bows on it– like something straight out of Moxxi’s closet, baby
His theatric display only proves to feed her growing ego over the win as another euphoric laugh bubbles from her throat. Briefly she wondered how pretty that handsome grin would look dripping with a fresh coat of actual blood…
But the thought only conjures another even more wicked idea. Nisha’s high from the win, and not quite ready to let her play end just yet as tempting as Helios cuisine was. There’s just something about the programmer that makes her want to hurt em’ oh so lasciviously. .
“Mm… or you know, we could-” She places her pistol against his thigh, pressing the metal gently a little too close to his groin. “Up the ante a little?” The mischievous smile transcends any malicious intent she had. After all, she wasn’t keen on killing the guy- he was far too entertaining. Still, a little blood and gunpowder? Now that was an aphrodisiac.
“You’re always goin on and on about how “accurate” those Hyperion guns are compared to good ol’ fashioned Jakob’s pistols, so why don’t we put it to the test? Winner take all, the title of “Best Shot on Helios” and hell aha- I’ll even consider replacing my trusty Maggie.”
“’N’less, you’re scared-”
The closed mouth, throaty noise that comes out of Jack is high-pitched indeed when gun metal meets one of his more sensitive areas. His first reaction is to wrap a hand around hers, but his second wave of survival instincts kick in and he just hovers close instead, fingers ghosting over the fabric covering her wrist.
“Up the uh– ante?” He’s distracted by the gun and her smile, but after a few seconds it dawns on him and he makes an audible ‘oooh’ sound, smirk pulling dangerously at his lips.
He fiddles with his personal digistruct module as she talks, spawning in his favorite pistol, (Hyperion of course). The thought has him even more excited, there’s nothing hotter than Nisha in her element. Her element just happens to involve a lot of blood and bodily mutilation. But the prospect of Nisha giving up her favored and trusty pistol for something he designed is too damn good to pass up. Even if she is bullshitting him. ( He wants the damn thing on his trophy shelf more than he wants most things. )
“Mm, you had me at ‘Hyperion’.”
“I hope you don’t intent on using real bullets cause ah– I don’t really think we’re at the stage of our relationship to be trying to kill each other. I mean, I’m pretty sure that’s after the breakup phase. Going from uh, previous experience.” The thought of Moxxi puts a sour taste in his mouth and he swallows it down. Why cry over spilled milk when he has a tall glass of whiskey right in front of him?
“Hologram? Ooor, we can digistruct some non-lethals from the barracks. Up to you, schnookums.” He cocks his pistol, holding it high by his side and gives her a haughty, ‘I’m about to whoop your ass like it’s heavy cream’ look.
“How much d’ya want it to hurt ?”
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counters with “honey bunny buckles”
Careful there stud muffin, you might be startin’ something you’re fixing to lose at.
Bring it on, Kissy Kibbles<3
follows you around helios with a boom box held over my head blasting trashy pop to serenade you with
Squints
“I- … where’d you even get that”
“It’s vintage, if you must know. I have a lot of vintage things.”
I don’t…- Was that an innuendo?
Also if I shoot it will it explode and take your hands off?…. Maybe you should put it down handsome.
“Here I was trying to do something nice and now you want to shoot it. Why do you want to shoot all my nice things Nisha.
Oooh– stay there, my favorite song’s up next.”
“Ohh-oh-oh, baby. You’re gonna love what’s in my bag of tricks, Kitten Pickle.”
It was funny for the first few minutes but it’s been a half an hour now and if you keep following me you’re going to be r e a l l y sad when I break your toy.
You obviously don’t appreciate Tom Jones like I do. Ooh– what about Rick Astley? I’m sure I gotta mix tape around here somewhere… Or, y’know, I could just do my own rendition. I’m never gonna give you up, Nish’, never gonna let you doooown——
i have so much to reply to but ive been bouncing around with so much shit im gonna take the night ofF
nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | under-sleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back or their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders | downplaying situations | worrying more about others
The sound that escapes Jack’s throat is almost too good for Nisha to pass up on- but luckily (or unluckily depending) for Jack the gunslinger’s claws are currently too deep in another nefarious plot. Once he gets the picture a quiet and throaty laugh bubbles from her lips. He caught on pretty fast- good. Nisha didn’t have the patience for repeating herself.
As Jack grips the pistol’s handle, the lawbringer can’t help but note he doesn’t look half bad with a weapon between those fingers… only coming second to a throat of course. The prospect of having Maggie to show off sealed the deal and that look he was giving only cemented his intent to win. “Mm, nah can’t kill ya yet, handsome. We’ve got loooaadds of more fun to have.” A feral gaze narrows wickedly. Pursing purple lips she seems to mull over the idea (of murder) in her thoughts before she spins the weapon between her fingers and aims.
Without hesitation she lets off a shot, zinging past Jacks head and nestling itself in the steel wall behind them both. With the now hot barrel of her gun she tilts his chin up, curious (and amused) eyes tracing his face for signs of discomfort. The telling grin on her maw screamed lethal intent while a rough grip on yellow fabric pulled him closer. “Lots” Her voice is candy coated venom, sweet to the ears and downright malicious at its core but her answer is clear.
The more hurt, the better.
A few moments pass, her gaze locked on him and cooling metal still pressed up against his skin before she shoves him back playfully with a laugh. “Tick tock, tick tock lover boy. Better get some of those fancy bullets of yours before I start usin’ my own.”
Jack can only blink as the bullet whizzes by his head, narrowly avoiding scratching his perfect new face. He’s gotten pretty used to being shot at ever since the thing with the Lost Legion, and his ex-girlfriends threaten him with bodily harm all the time, so, he’s proud of the fact that he’s managed to suppress his flinch.
“Whoa-ho-ho, easy there, kitten. Playing before the whistle blows, very naughty.” He hisses, the metal of the muzzle burning under his chin and clicking against the clasp there. He recovers with coy-lidded eyes and a smirk, a sliver of white teeth cutting through his nervousness at the prospect of gun fighting with Nisha Kadam. As fun as he knows it’ll be, he also knows that the odds really aren’t in his favor. Like, at all. But he’s good at beating odds. Good luck, champ.
Her voice, thick and heavy like syrup, makes his skin crawl in the best of ways, and he almost trips over himself when she shoves him backwards. He brushes the front of his shirt down in a sore gesture, and rubs the painful warmth from the underside of his chin.
“Alright, alright, have some patience, pumpkin.” His voice bounces with his usual amount of sarcasm, but he does put in the command to digistruct some ammo. The non-lethals, he’s decided. And maybe some med-hypos. And the really expensive kind of booze. It’s gonna be a fun night.
i figured out how to make my bold/italics colorful my blog has never looked better omg
i just realized how many rp blogs i have like damn