ETA: Fuu I finished this last night with my blue-filter switched on, and the colours got all effed up. Tried to fix it a bit this morning in the blue light of day.
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.
Post-BL2: A growing boy, and his proud but slightly bleeding auntie. Say what you like about Lilith, she doesn’t let open wounds interfere with her appreciation of a heckin cute killer birb.
(Based on that DLC scene where Lilith is praising little Talon’s cuteness even as the sweet babe draws literal blood, and on @breesophiebree on twitter who really likes to peck her human friend in the nose.)
I was staring at @tomiyeee‘s amazing Handsome Jack hair reference post . For some reason this led to making a crude plasticine model of said hair to see just how long those front bits really are. This is definitely a normal thing to do.
As you can see, I’ve obtained these highly scientific results. Hot assassin tip: steal this guy’s shower cap.
Added a little something to Jack’s hellscape here on my shelf.
(Spot the true power-usurping, backstab-with-a-smile, villainous wielder of badass cyborg minions in this image. Hint: she’s got great hair and had a space station shaped like a big cheerio.)
