May 2019

Rooting through my sketches, I found this old, wildly AU Rhack scribble of the  ‘my boyfriend is a homicidal space station, nice to meet you’ variety. I believe my line of thinking was … why all the huge effort to kill Rhys to “eat food and bang people” with his body*? Just … page him, jeez, he has legs. Take some time to really enjoy being a giant murder!space station. Live the dream of being able to fire killer robots out of your own face at anyone you want, 24/7, while giving the biggest side-eye on Pandora. 

Anyway, inappropriate behaviour and badly-drawn steak.

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(*The boring answer is presumably 90% good old Jack pre-emptive murder and 10% the fact he doesn’t find food satiating when he’s in back seat driver mode…but as we know there’s an app for that.)

So, there was a prompt from Starfruitspice about Rhack TPS AU where they are nerds screwing in space outside Tassiter’s office and the drawing part of my brain just jumped up and volunteered itself with no concern for health and safety. 

AU arm ‘cause I pictured Rhys early on a road from inconspicuous cosmesis-toting codemonkey to blue and yellow cyber-peacock, by way of getting his head shoved full of shiny tech. 

Chances of avoiding a front seat at the unfolding Jackpocalypse in this scenario: unfortunately 0% 

I am … 30% sorry.