#gortys speaks

[clownsecret]

if (spoilers) the dead three are really getting fired at the end of bg3, i hope to god that withers is like, "durge, thou doth quite a lot of murder, and thine father hath been a huge dick to thee, wouldst thou like to take possession of his portfolio? i doth want it not, mine paperwork is all i desire"

#nevvy speaks #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #withers/paperwork is otp #anyway if durge became the new god of murder and gorty became the new god of tyranny then i could die a happy clown #god the dead three having to go back to being mortal adventurers again #just starting over at level one lol #they try to join a guild but keep getting kicked out because they're assholes and no one wants to work with them

[waloeders]

tempted to do fovember but also. hnnggng writing from barny perspective... tho that could be fun. hmn

#jupiter.speaks #> like i feel like i need to preface everythin he says n does like tw religion this guy has soo many issues #> i like writing from his persp tho its so unique n hes so fascinating in how he thinks n everything he does i wanna bite him #> meanwhile sleipnir would just be like. “im better than u+also i love sarcasm” /lh ahsbdjndkdk #> i cant even think of how gorty speaks hes so hard to nail atm

[bearhugsandshrugs]

Hypothetically, if Gortash was revived by Tav after being completely annihilated by the Brain do you think he would continue being the same old Gortash or would be changed? Not necessarily for the better but many just how he treats others, etc. How do you think it would be different if he was revived by Durge vs non-Durge Tav? How would it be different if he was assassinated by Tav vs Brain make him go brrrrr. Sorry for such a long ask

I think especially Tav reviving him might send him into a small midlife crisis. Why?

Tav shares no history with him. They've just met. There's no proper interest for Tav to keep him alive – they don't need him. But still, they bring him back. Somewhere deep down he would know that this was a selfless act, one of which he's likely the recipient for, for the first time in his life. Maybe he wouldn't want to admit it. Wouldn't want it to be true. Because it would mean that there are people not only willing to do good in the world – they'd be willing to do good for him.

It would mean there's something worth redeeming in him. Worth honoring, keeping. It would likely raise many questions about his self-worth and acceptance and self-love, all of which he's been suppressing so successfully.

He might try telling himself that Tav only brought him back because they needed him. But then, seeing them in action, he slowly realizes they don't... and then what? They just brought him back because they genuinely care for him? What?!

If he died to the Netherbrain's command and Tav brings him back, oh, man, yes that's already one thing. But then consider: Tav killing him to remove him/put him in his place and then they bring him back? Just like that? Not because they need him?

I think Gorty would have a crisis of faith. Especially if he spend even a short amount of time in Bane's realm and sees how his god would treat him, how he would speak of him, and so on. I could see Gorty drop the Bane worship, if only because he's questioning everything. Lost puppy vibes.

Would he suddenly be good? I guess initially he'd probably be worse. Compensating. Proving Tav wrong: I wasn't worth saving, this can't be, I'm not loveable, I only have value if I succeed, because if you brought me back because you intrinsically think my life valuable enough to do so, even if I failed, does that mean that I don't have to control everything, win at everything?

Shit, it would completely change the story he told himself about his life and his self-actualization.

For Durge... honestly it might be similar but in truth I doubt it would hit as hard. Because they have history, and Durge reviving him thus seems logical, they had a plan together after all...

#making me want to write yet another Tavtash fic with this one #or maybe i'll just kill gorty in MAD lmao (jk) #enver gortash #gortash asks #tavtash #gortash x tav #durgetash #imabreadstick-blog asks

[animentality]

last playthrough i noticed gorty has a piano in his office at wyrms rock. think he actually plays it?

part of me thinks he couldnt so much as put two notes together and its just there to look fancy and expensive, which is funnier and maybe more in character, but the romantic in me keeps thinking about him genuinely being able to play it, and good at it too. not sure where or when he’d have learned but hes got the steady hands for it anyway

also him playing it for durge, of course. amnesiac durge catching themself humming a tune that they cant remember ever having heard before, and then later they find out its a song gortash used to play a lot when they were together

Don't fucking do that to me, anon, I'd be dead on the floor.

The Dark Urge expresses an admiration for Orin's "artwork."

I wonder if maybe the Dark Urge wishes they were more artistic themselves. They're very efficient and practical.

They wouldn't have an eye for art, or music.

Which is why it's kind of sad to me, to imagine a bard Dark Urge?

Imagine loving music and wanting to grow up to play music for people...and then you find out you're a murderous demigod.

Like ouch.

No symphony orchestra in the upper city for you!

But as for whether or not Gortash knows how to play...realistically, it's just there to make him feel like he's one of those snotty nobles, born with a silver spoon in their mouth, all knowing how to play at least one instrument from childhood.

But romantically?

i'm with you, anon.

Gortash learns ONE song, that he can play for the Dark Urge, and it is awful, it's soooo off tune, it's awkward and he's terrible.

But the Dark Urge is transfixed, because they have never stopped to enjoy music before. And they can't hear the mistakes.

They just hear a man playing a song for them, and only them.

No gods between them. No trail of corpses or blood or plans for the invasion of the sword coast.

Just two people, sitting in his office, one badly playing the piano, the other listening and wishing they could speak into existence the forbidden thoughts and feelings racing through their heart, but knowing better.

Also, let's go wild.

Everyone seems to headcanon Gortash inviting the Dark Urge to come talk to him privately.

He invites them in and he's playing that fucking song.

and they recognize it as something they have hummed to themselves, heard late at night, when they were between conscious and unconscious.

maybe it's even a song they hum to themselves in broken melodies and forgotten harmonies when they're feeling particularly uncontrollable or murderous, because gortash was the only one who ever knew how to manage your urge.

ahhhh.

anon, stop giving me fic ideas.

you won't like what happens.

#durgetash #baldurs gate 3 #bg

[daemon-in-my-head]

durge ask game, 4, 8, 10!

Thank you omg. Okay, I've got 2 Durges but since I've just redesigned him imma do these for Elli (the white haired one) if you don't mind

4. Do they speak casually or do they try to adorn their speech with frills? Do they maybe even dare to curse?

He has a temper, and he will say some nasty stuff, but he doesn't outright curse. Overall he keeps it casual but will use frilly speech teasingly to annoy his lordling or when official duties demand it.

8. What was their relationship with Orin like? Did it change at some point?

He actually adores Orin and cares for her. He knew what Sarevok was doing, but couldn't really intervene as his own struggles kept him busy, and he still needed the old man. In a sorry attempt to make up for the neglect, he decided just to spoil her and let her get away scot-free whenever he could, outright abusing the power he held for her sake. And although Orin previously held the same admiration and they had a thriving sibling like relationship, as she began to understand the situation in the temple, she grew to dislike him more and more, mainly because everyone favoured him over her and his 'protection' seemed like mocking to her.

10. Gortash seemed to have admired Durge, what did they do to deserve this admiration? Did they have any notable personality traits or did they impress him in some other way?

Gortash didn't expect the man who was rumoured to be Bhaal's greatest assassin to look the way he did, but while that sparked some interest, the actual reason he found himself ever more intrigued differs. Not to get too spoilery since I haven't released the chapter yet, but he most certainly didn't expect Bhaal's own flesh to be a dancer. Much less the reason behind it or how he carried himself whenever others were around. His mind caused good old Gorty to go into Researcher Mode basically.

If there are specific questions for any of the OCs, feel free to ask y'all, I love talking about them (or if you wanted the answers for the gremlin on my pfp. I'm sorry I just love the other one a lil too much today, his new design is lovely) 👉👈

#bg3 spoilers #bg3 #durge ask game #ask #oc: ellifain #dark urge spoilers #durge

[thedragonagelesbian]

@hexblooddruid replied to your post “also yiseeril and astarion's relationship starts...”:

Oh I’m very excited about this

i'm chewing on it so hard... because yiseeril & astarion approach ceremorphosis & ascension from the exact same perspective: i've had power wrenched away from me, and i want to have it back & wield it over others no matter what it costs. and they're both forms of monstrosity--a full illithid with an insatiable cranial hunger and a vampire ascendant able to exert dominion over others--and they both require a sacrifice that includes their souls. the vestiges of their humanity, burned upon the altar of power.

but where astarion also had to sacrifice a few thousand other souls, yiseeril had to sacrifice her physical form. astarion became a 'better' version of himself, while yiseeril becomes something else entirely. and that 'something else' is abhorrent to ascended!astarion. a physical repulsion and a personal failure in the eyes of a man so attached to his own beautiful physical form.

before yiseeril becomes a mind flayer, i think astarion is doing the calculus of (a) knowing what happened to the last person yiseeril promised to share the absolute's power with [rip gorty spending that whole fight on his ass] (b) knowing how easily yiseeril & minthara could wreck him if he got in their way and (c) knowing yiseeril's greatest weakness, taunting her with it: I could destroy the Elder Brain and still take over Baldur's Gate, you could not, so we'd better keep working together as good allies, right? they don't know becoming a mind flayer is an option for her yet, astarion is just trying to guarantee the takeover.

that yiseeril loves astarion, would never turn on him, will destroy the absolute precisely so that she won't control him or her other friends, becomes irrelevant. this is the world view that she's reinforced. no trust. just power.

after yiseeril becomes a mind flayer? well, the epilogue dialogue speaks for itself. all that's left between them is a kind of contempt & pity-- you did it wrong. i did it right.

#hexblooddruid #gods least favorite princess #dare i say the toxic wretched platonic dynamic of all time

[lordliing]

Don't ask how he got in when the slew of bodies knocked out lay strewn outside and inside his quarters without so much as a scratch on the trespasser inside; his silver arm glows thick with the Weave, and a necrotic essence streaks up it like a bad habit. He rolls his arm, and turns on his heel when he spots Gortash, " fuckin' finally, you know how long I was waiting on you? " Devil may care, he seats himself behind the desk and props his legs up on it without so much as an excuse me; pure audaciousness reeking from him in waves as he settles an arm behind his head, " too fuckin' long, Gortie. " @nc488402-v

The downed guards was already enough to put the tyrant on edge. He motioned, guards at his side retrieving their weapons and a Steel Watcher coming in behind as he mentally carded through who the intruder potentially was-- Orin was the most likely candidate, but there would be far more gore if the changeling had breezed through. Still, seeing the silver-handed fellow making himself entirely too at home in his quarters, scolding him, calling him 'Gortie' of all things. Gortash waved a gold-accented hand. "Go. I can handle our guest for now." The guards left, the Steel Watcher lagging behind as Gortash continued his gait to the desk, one hand massaging the other idly as he waited for the door to close before speaking. "You will address me properly if you want to leave this office in one piece," he told the other simply, looking him over a moment. Scrutinizing him. Truly he did not see anything particularly impressive about the intruder, but clearly there was something, and he would play nicely until he found out what. "Since you're making yourself so at home, can I offer you a drink in turn for an explanation of how I can help you?"

#nc488402-v #ⁱ ʷⁱˡˡ ˡᵉᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍˡᵒʳʸ. // ⁱᶜ #he is annoyed but impressed. Feels like a common thing for Johnny skdjvcnjksdv

[simplicius-simplicissimus]

Merian Travel Magazine - Island of Crete (Merian Reisemagazin - Kreta)

Heraklion at sunset with view on its Venetian fortress.

Mediterranean Sea

I used to like reading the Merian travel magazine (there are still a big number of issues in boxes in the basement), where the geography, economy, politics, history, literature, art and culture of a country, region or city have been explained to the reader in extensively illustrated articles. A different kind of travel guide, so to speak. Two issues dealt with the two Mediterranean islands of Crete and Corsica - which is why they ended up on my list of travel destinations.

I often played squash with a former classmate in the 1990s - so it happened that we decided to make a trip together. His preference was Crete. We therefore booked a one-week round trip to explore the island - and the second week we stayed at a very good hotel at the Rethymnon beach. Many things in life come from opportunities. Then you just have to grab them.

Ever since this trip, I enjoy eating feta cheese, olives and calamari prepared in any way. Add some „Retsina“ (a wine mixed with resin) and the day is complete.

Rough Itinerary: Heraklion - Knossos - Chania - Samaria Gorge - Phaistos/Gortyna - Malia - Vai - Rethymnon.

Minoan Axes

Windmill

Ich las früher gern das Merian- Reisemagazin (im Keller sind noch etliche Ausgaben in Kartons gelagert), wo in ausgiebig bebilderten Artikeln die Geografie, Wirtschaft, Politik, Geschichte, Literatur, Kunst und Kultur eines Landes, einer Region oder Stadt dem Leser näher gebracht wird. Sozusagen ein Reiseführer der anderen Art. Zwei Ausgaben beschäftigten sich mit den beiden Mittelmeerinseln Kreta und Korsika - die deshalb auch auf meiner Liste an Reisezielen landeten.

Ich spielte in den 90igern mit einem ehemaligen Klassenkameraden oft Squash - so ergab es sich, dass wir beschossen, zusammen eine Reise zu unternehmen. Seine Präferenz war Kreta. Wir buchten daher eine einwöchige Rundreise, um die Insel zu erkunden - und die zweite Woche verbrachten wir in einem sehr guten Hotel am Stand von Rethymnon. Viele Dinge im Leben ergeben sich aus Gelegenheiten. Man muss sie dann nur ergreifen.

Seit diesem Trip esse ich gern Schafskäse, Oliven und Calamares in jeglicher Art der Zubereitung. Dazu etwas „Retsina“ (ein mit Harz versetzer Wein) und der Tag ist vollkommen.

Grobe Reiseroute: Heraklion - Knossos - Chania - Samaria-Schlucht - Phaistos/Gortys- Malia - Vai - Rethymnon.

View from the mountains

Ancient means of transportation

-Simplicius Simplicissimus

#traveling #reisen #greece #crete #isle of crete #griechenland #kreta #mediterranean sea #mittelmeer #simplicius simplicissimus #merian magazine #merian magazin

[goldie-claws]

#i'm getting back into the borderlands mood to finish my fic #and i miss my fuckin dorter tails where is she #goldie speaks #borderlands #gortys #i made this bc of a small comment in my fic and now we're here lmao

[quartings]

I JUST REALIZED:

Plus

Equals:

#Borderlands #tales from the Borderlands #infinity train #tulip olsen #oneone #gortys #q speaks #shitpost

[andaxay]

The Last Man on Pandora

The morning after a night of drinking and games with the Caravan Family. Fiona is very kindly reminded by Rhys about her inability to know when to shut up after a drink, or five.

Prompt number 1 from “Grumpy Affectionate Starters” by @drink-it-write-it.

Also available on AO3.

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Fiona was never. Drinking. Again.

"Ughhhhh. Deserts have more moisture than my mouth right now."

"Morning, Fi."

Fiona, sat at the table in the caravan with her head in her arms, slowly and painfully pulled her head up to see Rhys had joined her. She scowled - here was this man, who had to have drunk at least as much as she had last night and how did he look as fresh as a spring breeze? Fiona wanted to crawl into a dark hole for at least another day and suspected she looked as rough as she felt.

"How are you so... not hungover?"

"I passed on the shots," Rhys said dryly, "after I caught a glimpse of the burning fire in Athena's eyes when she pulled the bottle out. Figured I was more likely to not die if I skipped."

"I hate you so much." Fiona gingerly laid her head back down into the comfort of her arms.

Rhys half-smiled and gently pushed a mug toward her. "Brought you a coffee."

"... You are my favourite person." Fiona lifted her head again and gratefully pulled the mug toward her as Rhys grinned. "Where's everyone else?"

Rhys stretched from where he was sitting, limbs elongating to take up almost all of the space behind the table. "Sasha's dunking her head into a bucket of water as we speak and I think Athena is, uhh, 'helping' her? Loader Bot took Vaughn for a walk and I think Gortys is with them, too."

Fiona made a grunt of a noise as she began to sip at the coffee. Sweet, sweet coffee. She took a big grateful gulp and set the mug down, and caught sight of Rhys' expression as she did so.

He was smiling. A lot. At her.

"Are you trying to... creep me out of this hangover, or something?"

"So, uh, last night..."

"Last night." Fiona blinked at him, lost. "Last night... we all got wasted? Except the robots, I guess. Not that Gortys would be old enough to drink. ... Would Loader Bot be old enough to drink?"

Rhys rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Huh. Do robots get hangovers? They don't have stomachs, or-or blood, or... headaches?" He shook his head, blinking. "Anyway, nope, that's not it. After we started drinking, we all started to play a... game? I guess?"

Vague, hazy memories swam in front of Fiona's eyes. "Was this before or after Athena cracked out the Death to Braincells drink?"

"Before. We were tipsy enough that it was a good idea, and not too tipsy that all of our deepest, darkest secrets would spill out." Rhys' grin widened further. "In most cases, anyway."

Oh god. Fiona pulled herself into a sitting position, wincing as she did so. "Truth or Dare."

"Uh-huh. Picture the scene, Fi. It was your turn. You absolutely refused a dare, worried that we'd make you kiss Loader Bot, or something. So, truth time. Out of everyone here, y'know, gun-pointed-at-head situation - and I think it's safe to say we're familiar with that feeling- anyway - if you had to-"

"'Who would I kiss'?" Fiona closed her eyes and rubbed at her forehead. "Alright, Rhys, you have to understand, my options were very limited."

"I know," Rhys said fairly, shrugging lightly, "I mean, even without limited options, you picked the best choice," and he gestured mock-arrogantly at himself, causing Fiona to snort, "and that would have been the end of that... except you kinda just... kept talking." Fiona squeezed her eyes closed as Rhys grinned again. "Something about how, you'd pick me 'cause I'm cute?"

Fiona groaned and took a very long swig of her coffee. "No way I said that."

"Uh-huh, and I have witnesses. So, just wanted to confirm, now that you're not under the influence of Pandora's finest pale ale-"

"You are going to be unbearable about this, aren't you?" Fiona opened her eyes again to see him grinning at her, all limbs and asymmetrical suit and gelled hair and that damn contagious smile.

"Fi-ona-"

Too bloody contagious. She couldn't have stopped her own smile if she'd wanted to. "Yeah, yeah. You're cute. Just stop smiling at me like that." She exhaled a laugh as she pulled the coffee cup back toward her. "Just so you know, though, this is an apocalypse situation. 'Only if you were the last man on Pandora', etcetera."

"I'm flattered. And, just so you know," and he stood and headed for the door of the caravan, "just, y'know. It doesn't have to be an apocalypse situation." He turned and winked, and left her to her coffee.

#Tales From The Borderlands #TFTBL #TFTB #Rhyiona #Rhys X Fiona #Rhys/Fiona #apparently I just can't stop writing about these two #those prompts are so good though #I've been super inspired #Rhys the Company Man #Fiona the Con Artist #OMBP Ch 9 is in progress #I had gut pains all morning so this is also to kinda cheer myself up

[gortys-and-loaderbot]

Daily reminder that Ahsoka Tano deserved better. 

#star wars #ahsoka tano #gortys al speaks

[enderspawn]

im not mod rhys tho, there was already another rhys so i'm mod gortys on the blog. sometimes the other mods call me lesbian rhys. i take great delight whenever we get a mcyt request.

OKAY that explains a little why i might Not Know. anyway speaking of unfuckable mcyt--

#id like to apologize to everyone for c!schlatt neutered truthing but in my defense its funny #FJDSKLJ #answered #moriparty413 #og post #personal

[angelsunflowers-fanfics]

Handsome Jack A.I. x Female!reader (Reuniting with an old lover)

Request: Heya! Are you taking requests? I was wondering if you could please do the “Every time I see you, my heart skips a beat” prompt with AI Jack from TFTB? Like he’s in Rhys’s head back on the Hyperion base and he sees his old girlfriend and he wants to use Rhys’s body for a bit to go talk to her/see her again. First-person point of view from AI Jack’s perspective and she/her pronouns for the reader. Thank you so much, I love your writing!

Fandom: Tales from the borderlands

Pov: Jack’s

Genre: Fluff

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Everything felt fuzzy, like an old TV blaring white noise from its speakers. My form, my AI form, was still tangible and solid. So it must be from Rhys knocking his head out so much. He was gonna get some serious brain trauma if he kept that up.

Why couldn’t I be stuck in somebody else’s head? Anyone? I’d even take Rhys’ weirdly beefed up friend. Just anyone beside this dork. At the start of our little adventure, I found out that he was obsessed with me. And I mean, who could blame him? All I needed to do was find that machine and get my body back. It was still a prototype but I was out of options at this point.

Helios… it didn’t look that different from when I last left it but… it still felt different. Why did it feel different? I could worry about that later, or never. I hadn’t decided yet. The walls were still yellow, just how I liked it. People were bustling and rushing to their next task like busy bees. The view was fine, from up here you wouldn’t be able to tell that Pandora was a planet full of psychos and murders. It actually looked pretty okay.

“We gotta get to the center of Helios…” Rhys mumbled to himself.

Ugh… I’d kill to be stuck in (y/n)’s head…

Shit, (y/n)... 

It had been a while since i’d thought of her. I wondered if she was still up here. For her safety, I hope she was.

I wondered how she was doing, We both lost Nisha and then a week later I was killed… I had no idea what toll that took on her. Luckily for her safety, I kept her identity and relationship to me and Nisha a secret. We all thought that was best… I hoped vault hunters didn’t find out about her. She was still young, she could find a future still. I wanted her to, even if I couldn’t because I was too power-hungry and blind to what was happening from my own hands.

I wanted to hold her in my arms, just one more time… To tell her that’s I was sorry and how much I loved h--

Oh my, god… it was her. (y/n) was in the library, why was she up so high just shelving books? I thought she was a technician for the weapons… What had happened since I’d been gone?

What had changed…? But (y/n); She looked the same like no time had passed. She looked beautiful but tired… I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around her…

God, I could feel my face heating up and my stomach was fluttering. I hadn’t felt this way about anybody else before in my life. It was a strange feeling.

It was kind of hypnotic just to watch her do something as mundane as putting books on shelves in a library. She could make anything look graceful.

“Jack, what are you doing?” Rhys startled me out of my thoughts. I jumped out of my skin as Rhys snoke up behind me. Crap, did he try to leave? I didn’t want to make (y/n) to well known but-- ”We kind of nee--” 

I turned to stand in front of him, staring him down. I needed to speak to her, hear her voice again.

“Let me use your body,” I demanded him. 

Rhys was unfazed by this point, he had been stuck with me for weeks, far too long in my opinion. At first, it was kind of interesting but he just wanted to be alone with his thoughts, as did I. I didn’t need him snooping around with me either. 

Rhys slowly opened his mouth to ask why, I was sure, but I cut him off, already having an explanation thought through, “I want to talk to my lovely girlfriend for a bit and she can’t exactly hear me in this form.” 

Rhys’ eyes creased in confusion, not too much of my personal life was ever leaked so I was sure that he had some questions that I didn’t have time for.

“I thought she--Nisha died… a while ago,” He murmured. 

I rolled my eyes at the comment but gestured to the noticeable form on the ladder in the library.

“Me, Nisha and (y/n) We’re a throuple or we used to be at least,” I explained. 

Rhys stared at me blankly, wait, was he judging me? No, that wasn’t happening! He was the last guys that should judge me about my personal life, I’d been rooting around his head for weeks, he had some weird stuff in there. 

“Don’t judge me! (y/n) kept us in line when we went too far off the rails… We were chaotic and she was soft and patient,” I snapped. 

God, I missed her. It didn’t feel like it had been long, but I was sure that it was for her. I couldn’t even imagine what it had been like for her, for my Honey-bunches.

Before Rhys could answer, not like he had many choices in the matter anyway, the large ladder began to topple and shake as a few employees brushed past it roughly. Oh no. As (y/n) started to fall from the high ladder, time slowed down. I had just enough time to take control over Rhys’ body and caught (y/n) in his noodle arms. Luckily, his arms didn’t give out because of my control. He’d pay for dropping (y/n), that was certain.

“Caught you again, Honey-bunches,” The mixing of my own voice with Rhys’ shocked her. 

She looked up at Rhys wildly. That was good, she clearly heard my voice. There might be a little hope just yet. She quickly climbed out of Rhys’ arms and crossed her arms over her chest. Even mad she looked like a goddess. How?

“Only one person knows about that and he’s--” She stopped talking… God, her voice was so pretty. I almost forgot about it. Between her and Nisha, I was always flustered. (y/n) didn’t even have to try. “It’s impossible, right?” She sounded hopeful, I needed to keep that up. I didn’t want to see her upset. How long had it even been to her? (y/n) looked as if she was about to cry, it had to be at least a year, right?

“Nakitiyama, or whatever the hell his name was, put an a.i. of me or meat-bag Jack into his I.D. drive… Guess that's why I'm here now,” I explained to (y/n). 

(y/n) wiped a few stray tears away from her face as she contemplated the situation clearly. Please believe me. I need you to. (Y/n) actually chuckled a bit at my choice of words. I always knew how to make her laugh.

“It's possible. I… Okay,” She trailed off. 

I could see tears brimming, about to fall and there's nothing I could do to comfort her physically. I made Rhys reach a hand out to grab one of hers, this was the best I could do right now. She was almost glaring at the floor. What was she thinking about? 

“Is… Is Nisha here too or…?” She asked.

I didn’t answer, it was too hard to think about. I was just grateful that (y/n) wasn’t killed while I wasn’t around. But by not answering, (y/n)’s eyes casted to me, a knowing look, like she already knew the answer to her own question. 

I gripped her hand a tad touch tighter before speaking, “Every time I see you, my heart skips a beat.” 

A sensation of pride swelled up in my chest seeing (y/n)’s face flare up with a blood rush because of my words. I was sure that it had been a long time for her… but for me? It felt like we were just talking about it… leaving Hyperion and starting a family. Shit…

“Jack-” She started to say before I felt my nerves being pushed and shoved around as Rhys took control again. 

I thought I would have more time. His body shuddered almost violently, stopping (y/n) from saying anything as she stared at Rhys conversing with me. His hold on her separated almost too violently for my liking.

“What the hell, Rhys? That wasn't nearly enough time,” I snarled to him.  

Rhys gained his bearings again. I guess I couldn’t take over his body for long periods of time anymore. Great. How was I supposed to-

“Is he gone?” (y/n) accidently interjected my thoughts.

Luckily, I didn’t have to tell Rhys to translate everything I wanted to tell (y/n), that would be a pain. Rhys retold the predicament that we were in with me being inside his head and all. She looked almost hurt. Man, this sucked. There was a machine in my office and last I remembered you could create an actual body with A.I.’s. It had to work. I turned to Rhys and began to relay my message to him so he could tell (y/n).

“There’s a machine in my office that I have, I haven’t had it tested but… It could work,” I said. 

(y/n) shifted awkwardly, she was uncomfortable. It was clear as day but there was nothing I could do to comfort her at the moment. Soon. I’d be able to. Soon enough. Rhys bit on his bottom lip, thinking over the situation. We needed to go into my office anyways for Gortys’ beacon. Hit two birds with one stone and all that, right?

“Okay, but how do we get there? I don’t have clearance for that,” Rhys told me. 

(y/n) watched Rhys with an unsteady gaze, I knew she was still uncertain about me but she hadn’t run off yet. There was a chance, I knew there was.

I smirked to myself lightly, the trap door. We could easily get through there. It was on the prison level if I wasn’t mistaken. Rhys was quick to notice my expression, He had caught onto me.

“I’m surprised that You being such a big --Obsessive-- fan of me didn't know about the trapdoor in my office…” Rhys didn’t say a word, not understanding what I was insinuating at. I rolled my eyes at his dumbass before gesturing in an upward direction. “We can go up the trapdoor, get into my office. Easy-Peazy.” 

Rhys ran a hand over his face like I was the one stressing him out. Unbelievable. Wow. I am a delight to be around and he could ask anybody. 

He was mumbling out loud to himself again, I’d think it was weird unless I knew that (y/n) did the exact same thing, which I did and she does. I glanced over to her, checking in on her. I knew all of this could be stressful to handle at once.

"I really don't want to risk my life by crawling up a trapdoor," Rhys told me. 

The small comment gained (y/n)'s attention in a heartbeat. She glanced at Rhys, eyes narrowing. A light-hearted laugh escaped her for the first time today.

"He, uh, Jack used to throw people down there when he got bored during meetings. It got messy," (y/n) explained to Rhys. 

(Y/n) pulled at the key card attached to her belt clip. It almost looked like the one I had… right? Man, so many things were still too fuzzy for me. Why? What the hell did Nakayama do? 

"--But I actually have access to his old office," (y/n) told Rhys, wiggiling the pass. 

Rhys took the incentive to follow (y/n) through the halls of Helios, leading us to my office. I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander to her form, she looked smaller than I remembered… I’d be able to hold her soon… I NEEDED to. I couldn’t go another minute without being to reach out and touch her.

My fists tensed tightly, I was so close to holding her. I looked to (y/n) and took over Rhys’ voice once more, to get a final sentence out before she’d actually be able to hear my own voice.

“This better work.”

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[snappedsky]

Borderlands: Skies the Bodyguard 3

Rhys comes up with a plan.

*Links to previous and next chapters in the reblogs*

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Chapter 22

           Five buzzards fly through the sky, all of them carrying bandits in Handsome Jack masks. The leader, Mick Scabbers, raises his mask as he spots more buzzards and a junky flying machine parked on a nearby island.

           “That’s them!” he shouts, “I told you we’d find them! Land here!”

           After the buzzards land, the Jack haters hop off, brandishing their weapons and charge into the trees. It doesn’t take them long to find the Crimson Raiders fighting off an army of Guardians.

           “Firehawk! I have come for my redemption!” Scabbers declares while his bandits cheer.

           Lilith looks back at them and groans in exhaustion. “This is gonna be a long day.”

           Underground in Rhys and Fiona’s hideout, Skies pensively watches the battle on one of the monitors. Her right hand fiddles with something inside her coat as she keeps a particularly close eye on Lilith. Then Jack’s face takes over the screen.

           “Gah!” she cries out in surprise then glares at him. “Would you quit doing that? I’m trying to watch the fight.”

           “Well, you should quit ignoring me,” he huffs.

         “God, were you always this clingy? You’re on like every other monitor; just let me have one.”

           While they argue, Rhys, Vaughn, and Timothy watch from the nearby table.

           “I told her to just ignore him,” Timothy says.

           “Easier said than done,” Rhys points out.

           “That’s true.”

           Fiona and Sasha leave the bedroom, stretching and sighing contently after a nice nap.

           “So,” Fiona says, planting her hand on the tabletop. “Come up with a plan yet?”

           “No,” Rhys sighs, “I don’t know how to handle this. We’re way too outnumbered. Not to mention, most of us aren’t even fighters.”

           “Speak for yourself,” Athena scoffs.

           “Why don’t we have Gortys go all giant and take them out?” August suggests.

           “I don’t wanna hurt them,” Gortys gasps.

           “It’s not as simple as just killing everyone,” Rhys argues, “the Crimson Raiders aren’t our enemies, really. In fact, I’d like to ask for their help, but…”

           He trails off as he glances at Skies, who guiltily looks away.

           “I’ll talk to them,” Claptrap volunteers, “they’re my friends after all. I’ll tell them you’re all my friends too and then we’ll all be friends.”

           “That plan doesn’t exactly instill confidence,” Vaughn comments.

           “Alright, alright, look,” Skies says, stepping forward. “I got two ideas, neither of them I really like, but the way I see it, they’re all we’ve really got.”        

           “First…” She takes a deep breath. “I turn myself in.”

           “No!” Timothy snaps.

           “Absolutely not,” Rhys argues.

           “They’ll kill you!” Vaughn points out.

           “I don’t want them to hurt you!” Gortys cries, hugging Skies midriff. She smiles awkwardly, resting her hand on the robot’s head.

           “I don’t think it’s that bad a plan,” Athena remarks.

           “Me neither,” Jack adds.

           Skies scowls and clears her throat. “Okay, I got another idea.”

           She reaches into her coat and pulls out a metal collar with lines crisscrossing its surface.

           “The hell’s that?” Sasha asks.

           “Why do you have that?” Jack demands.

           “You gave it to me,” Skies replies, “after you started using Lilith to charge the Vault key in the Vault of the Warrior.”

           “And you’ve had it this entire time?” he questions. “Wow, you must be really sentimental or…really scared of Lilith.”

           Skies flinches defensively. “Well, so what! She did kind of destroy my body and she is the most powerful Siren on the planet. I don’t think it’s wrong to be a little…scared of her…”

           “Can somebody explain what that thing is?” Fiona asks impatiently.

           “It controls Sirens,” Skies replies.

           “In laymen’s terms,” Jack snorts.          

           “Jack used it on Lilith, making her completely defenseless,” she explains, “I don’t know if it still works but I figure if we just show it to her, it should slow her down and the Crimson Raiders along with her. And if we do have to use it on her, I’ll be the one to do it. If it doesn’t work, she’ll lash back hard. I’ll be the one to deserve that.”

           “No, no, no,” Rhys snaps, standing up. “Skies, no offense, but both those plans suck.”

           “I’ve decided,” he declares, “I’m gonna talk to them.”

           Everyone stares at him incredulously.

           “Talk? You know, with words?” he clarifies, “I figure I can convince them that we can be allies and work together to take the island. We can all benefit from it.”

           “How will they benefit?” Fiona asks.

           “Fiona, come on,” he insists.

           She glares at him for a second before relenting. “Ugh, fine. I’ll share some of my Eridium.”

           “Oh, that reminds me,” Vaughn says, “we owe Moxxi some of that treasure too.”

           “Moxxi? Like Mad Moxxi?” Fiona questions.

           “Yeah, she helped us out earlier,” Sasha replies.

           “Fine,” she groans, “they can all get a share. But I’m going with you to talk with them.”

           “Great,” Rhys smiles.

           “I’m coming too,” Claptrap announces.

           “Uh…alright,” he shrugs and claps his hands together. “Now we just have to get them out of the fight and underground.”

           “I can help with that,” Jack beams.

           “No you won’t,” Rhys argues, “you’re gonna stay hidden as much as possible. They definitely won’t help us if they know you’re here.”            He huffs and pouts.

           “How are you gonna keep him hidden?” Athena asks.

           “This room is the only one he has any actual power in,” Rhys replies, “the rest he can only type on any working screens, at best. I guess this room is on a separate generator or something.”

           “Anyway, there’s a door to the surface near here. I’ll lure them to that building and we’ll talk there.”

           “Cool, let’s go,” August says and grabs his rifle.

           “No,” Rhys insists, “we need this meeting to be as peaceful as possible, which is why Fiona and I-.”

           “And me!” Claptrap adds.

           “…and Claptrap…will be going alone, unarmed.”

           “Rhys, that’s super risky,” Skies points out.

           “I don’t think they’ll attack us,” he argues, “they’re not savages.”

           “Ha!” Jack snorts.

           “You guys can watch us on the monitor and if things start to go south, you can step in,” Rhys says then looks at Fiona. “Ready?”

           “Yup,” she nods and they leave, Claptrap at their heels.

           Everyone turns to the screens and Skies points at one. “Jack, change one to the building they’re in. And so help me, if you interrupt it, I will smash all of these monitors.”            He scowls but does as he’s told, switching the screen to an empty building with a large computer console. A section of the floor opens up and Rhys and Fiona climb out, struggling to pull Claptrap up with them.

           “Ugh, alright,” Fiona grunts, “so how are we gonna get them here?”

           “Actually,” Rhys replies, patting Claptrap. “We do need Claptrap for this.”

           The robot looks at him expectantly.

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[fortune-fool02]

A Hero?

AI Handsome Jack x reader

Please enjoy. Keep in mind that I do NOT play any of the Borderland games and have little to no knowledge of their rules. So I apologise if what I write makes no sense. Thank you.

When Rhys had told [Name] that he had Handsome Jack inside his head as a form of Artificial Intelligence, she thought he may have been hit over the head one too many times during their short period on Pandora. That, or the heat may have had an affect on his mental state. Though when he continued to insist on it, she decided to challenge that.

She and her little sister, [Sister’s name], -who was barely out of her childhood years- stood with their hands behind their back and asked Handsome Jack to tell Rhys how many fingers were on their hands.

[Name] had four and [Sister’s name] had seven. Rhys had no chance of guessing that, so when he answered correctly, they decided to believe him.

***

Since [Name] had an Echoeye herself, she and Rhys agreed to try and connect their systems together and see if she, too, would be able to communicate with Handsome Jack’s AI. After a handful of hours and mistakes, [Name] and Rhys’ Echoeyes connected and she was able to see the infamous man for herself.

It was quite a shock to speak to Jack, even if it was his AI, and Rhys was glad he would not have to endure it alone. 

***

During their time, Handsome Jack had easily noticed the close relationship between [Name] and her little sister. He watched as she tucked the child into a makeshift bed in the caravan, telling her a story before kissing her good-night and dozing off herself. 

“Is she always this protective over her?” he asked Rhys, who nodded.

“Yeah, [Name] is very protective over [Sister’s name]. Especially after her parents’ death.” Rhys remembered the day [Name] asked to spend a couple of nights at his place, the two were an absolute mess at the time and he didn’t have the heart to turn them away. Rhys was actually the only one [Name] trusted around [Sister’s name]. And he felt honoured that she did. 

Handsome Jack casted a glance over at the sleeping sisters, mainly the eldest one. 

***

The AI appeared beside [Name] as she sat on the roof, catching the woman’s attention.

“Hello, Jack, how are you?” she asked, Handsome Jack rose a brow at her, lips lifting into a smile. 

“Alright, thanks.” he replied. The two spent a while talking about nonsense and random topics ranging from opinions to Rhys choice of socks. Laughs were shared and it was an enjoyable moment considering the danger they were all in

***

Everything was going so fine, so it was only fair for Hell to eventually break loose. And [Name] did not care about that. What she did care about was [Sister’s name] getting dragged into it. 

And into Vasquez’s grip at gunpoint. 

“Vasquez, let her go, please!” [Name] begged, restrained by one of the other males there whilst Rhys and Fiona were sent to retrieve the Gortys project. Tears trickled down [Sister’s name]’s face as the men repeatedly punched her older sister’s face, beating her black and blue. 

“Sorry [Name], but you know I just hate kids.” Vasquez’s said, throwing [Sister’s name] to the floor and landing a solid kick to her stomach, making her cry out. [Name], ignoring her pain, attempted to lunge for him only to have the end of a gun smacked across her face, knocking her down.

Rhys watched in horror as his friends were being battered and he was unable to do anything about it. Handsome Jack stood beside him, his face hardened at the sight of [Name] being injured as well as [Sister’s name]. 

“Rhys, listen to me, kiddo.” he said, catching the male’s attention, “You gotta let me into your system. I can take care of these drones and help your friends.” It was a risky decision but considering his options, Rhys had no other choice. 

As promised, Handsome Jack took control of the drones and turned them onto Vasquez and his men, allowing [Name] to get to her sister and shield her from everything around them.

***

Once everyone was down, Rhys and Handsome Jack rejoined [Name] in the room. [Sister’s name] clung to [Name] like a lifeline. [Name] smiled at them both despite the bruises painting her face. 

“Thank you, Rhys.” Rhys held his hands up,

“Don’t thank me, thank Jack. He took control of the drones.” [Name] turned to the AI, her eyes filled with a genuine gratitude Handsome Jack had never seen before. 

“Thank you, Handsome Jack.” His lips twitched into a smirk at that. His eyes drifted just past her shoulder to see one of Vasquez’s men aiming his gun at [Name]’s back, right where [Sister’s name] was standing. 

Without thinking, Handsome Jack forcibly took over Rhys’ system again, making the male jump in front of the child as the bullet went off. The bullet made a home in his mechanical arm, which Handsome Jack clamped around the man’ throat and tightened his grip.

“I’ve killed some douche-bags in my life,” Handsome Jack’s words spilled from Rhys’ lips, his eyes reflecting the anger that swirled inside of the AI. “But you are by far one of the worst.” With that, Handsome Jack snapped the man’s neck, dropping the corpse down.

He turned around to see [Name] holding onto [Sister’s name], eyes wide as she took in what just happened. She almost lost her little sister, and would have if Handsome Jack had not intervened. Her eyes lifted to his holographic ones as she walked over to him. Her arms wrapped around him, stopping before passing through his form, catching Handsome Jack off guard slightly.

“Thank you, Jack. Thank you so, so much.” His arms wrapped around her smaller form, a smile on his lips. 

“Don’t worry about it, cupcake.”    

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