My thought process this afternoon:
1) bet Rhys has a guilty black market poster of Zer0.
2) Guess it’s coming down if Jack’s around. I’ll sketch that.
3) I wonder what’s underneath.
4) Oh no.
My thought process this afternoon:
1) bet Rhys has a guilty black market poster of Zer0.
2) Guess it’s coming down if Jack’s around. I’ll sketch that.
3) I wonder what’s underneath.
4) Oh no.
I was reading @oodlyenough‘s post about Sasha and Rhys travelling the galaxy, and it somehow resulted in this.
There’s an un-fun way to invalidate the warranty on a huge and expensive space station, and then there is the fun way. Just saying.
While I’m deeply embracing some cyber Rhack feels here, I admit it does also look like Jack might be fattening Rhys’s hair like a christmas goose until those front wisps get through that difficult to handle stage. Vaughan sneaks into Rhys’s bedroom each night, and razors half a millimetre off his hair just in case.
Just imagine my face this morning when it occurred to me that “Orgy Room Lifeguard” is a legitimate career option in this universe.
With added Janitor!Rhys, making this the nsfw coffee shop AU you never needed or wanted.
Me: I guess I could finish up that Rhack pic with the bad Blake joke in it…
Me, convincingly: Yes, I could but … ohhh no I accidentally spilled this big bucket of weird cyber stuff AALLLL over it.
(BTW, I love that bit in TFTBL where the Jack-opedia just casually points out that Jack basically backdoored his own brain and the echo eye now slurps verbalised thoughts straight out of his brain and shoves them into Rhys’s face without conscious intervention…and Rhys’s reaction to this gaping security vulnerability/yet another reason for Jack to stab his brains out … is to look at some mushrooms oh my god you dastardly criminal genius, Rhys.)