there’s a lot that I don’t like about this, but it’s been sitting on my desktop for days and I can’t look at it anymore, I need to banish it to my trash bin
but I’m still posting it because it was a request goddamn it
@sexy-handsome-jack (who I can’t @ mention for some reason) said: If you’re considering prompts, I will gladly suggest anything of Jack smoking. Or blowing smoke at Rhys. Or just smoking a vape. I’ve got a thing. And that thing is a kink.
there’s no actual source of all that smoke??? because I just didn’t want to specify what they were smoking but honestly they’re shotgunning mary j so there you go
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“You can’t play house with them forever. Remember your mission.”
I can’t find the post because I didn’t fckin tag it when I reblogged it, but this was inspired by another artist’s piece where Axton and Maya were Hyperion soldiers working for Jack and helped him fake his death. I really liked the idea and well, I just recently got the Hyperion Hornet skin for Maya so [jazz hands]
If anyone knows the one I’m talking about, let me know so I can credit the artist for inspiration! It had Axton and Maya in this skin helping Jack in the Warrior’s vault.
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He slows when he arrives to a door that leads him out to a platform. He gets to look down at the mess of cubicles from his platform and he claps his hands, loud and clear, to grab everyone’s attention when he thinks, well, some of them are just lazing around. Everyone is skidding and stomping to a stop or stand, and shudders run through them all as Rhys smiles and laughter escapes through perfect teeth.
“I hope you’re all working hard!” Rhys sings out, and the laughter is heavier and hanging around his worker’s throats like nooses, and something is flickering behind him, blocky and blue and shaking. “We really, really don’t need to have any bad cases on our hands, so if I see you’re not working—” he doesn’t finish his sentence, merely gives them a darling smile, and his ECHOeye is looking them all over.
The ground feels like it’s falling out from under your feet, but really it’s just your center of gravity getting fucked ten ways from Sunday as you’re knocked back. The sky with its blinking stars smugly says hello as your head tips back, and you realize your veins are pulsing with fire.
Or electricity, or maybe acid. The specifics don’t matter and all you know for sure is that it hurts like a motherfucker.
The world keeps spinning but this is how your story ends, with something like poison in your veins and with the sky looking down on you like the failure you are.
Your blood is probably pooling on the dirt, enough to reflect the stars above you.
I really don’t have much to say besides that because I am just absolutely floored by the support I’ve received!! Y'all make me so happy and like, give me butterflies in my stomach (fuckin sTOP).
I’ve got this planet in my hands You know I’ll waste it if I can Come on let’s give it a twist And if it all turns to shit- Oh wait, let’s try that again.
Dedicated to @ourintergalactic and everyone else in the streaming squad. Y'all know who you are.
