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@cfjacks
a 18+, low activity handsome jack from the borderlands series. as told by ghost / harbour, 29 y/o, italian, any pronouns. sideblog of ghostories.
this blog will contain triggering content, such as graphic depiction of violence and death, physical and mental abuse, foul language and general unpleasing and villanous topics. reader discretion is adviced.
rules / info coming soon i currently played borderlands 2, the pre-sequel and tales!
examine! / @infernalpursuit Examine her. You know who I'm talking about.
LOADING ECHO RECORDING. AUTOMATIC TRANSCRIPT ON. ... PLAYING ECHO.
“ No. You’re deaf? I said no. You can't force me.
Pff, 'why not'? You're seriously asking me that? Alright, I'll tell you why, you pieces of shit: you want to use this against me. Bringing me to the point where I'll break and cry about what a horrible father I am. But you won't. I'm not a horrible father, I'm not even a bad father - which should be considered a nice little achievement, you know? It's not like I ever had any reference. My father? Never knew who the bastard was. My mother? Threw me at my grandma and left me. My grandma? The worst of them all. It's a miracle I got out of her house alive. So, seen my family, I should receive a prize for how good of a job I'm doing, you hear me? I'm a good father. I'm a good father.
So close that recording now and stop insisting, or I'll make you swallow the echo whole. ”
"--GGMHHGF!"
Oh, his Jak would have never done that! ...I mean. He would've likely given him a little smack on the back of his head to shut him up, but this is going too far! Gloved paws smack on the back of this Jack's hand - of the guy he ended up clinging on while he was still looking for his actual partner in crime, one that accepted for god-knows-what to hang with him even if he clearly didn't like good ol' Orange Lightning, over here! -, muffling really annoyed insults and spitting on the side as soon as he's free.
"To that another time, and I'm biting ya! I may have rabies, you know?"
The yell-scream is returned with one of Daxter's own, frustrated and offended. With another scoff and a cross of his hands, the Ottsell looks up at the two intruders as well.
Bad guys with big robots with big guns. Makes him feel right at home.
"Welp."
Welp!!!! Might as well actually lower his voice, leaning closer to Jack's head to make sure he was going to be heard. He's not shutting the hell up.
"Ya got some idea, or are we gonna stay hidden for the rest of our lives?"
God damnit. He's not going to shut up, is he? A whispered yell replies to his own, and he waves dismissively a hand, eyes rolling to the side before returning glued to the intruders. « Alright, whatever, just shut the hell up. » he murmurs.
He sees Tassiter stopping and sighing loudly, evident frustration in his gestures as he starts insulting the loaderbot, as if it's its fault. The bot takes it, because what else can it do really?, and Jack takes the chance to make himself a bit more comfortable in the narrow space. Better that thing than him. Daxter leans closer to him, and while he side glances at him with annoyance, the engineer doesn't push him away. If anything, he appreciates the effort of talking with a lower voice, at least. And, he's at hand's reach to take him and throw him at Tassiter if the need rises.
« Pff, nah, not for the rest of our lives. I have too many things to do. ». Jack sniffs, looking at Tassiter taking something out of his pockets. What is that? A pack of tissues? Is he going to cry? That would be new. « Just until they leave. » Tassiter points at the centre of the room, and the Loaderbot executes. Jack glances briefly at the otter in the meantime, taken by a sudden thought. « ... you can leave, you know? » he whispers to him. « The vent becomes too tight for me, but you can go through it just fine. It is safer out of this office. » Away from Tassiter. And me. « I can call you when things get better. »
@infernalpursuit Does your muse consider themselves a villain? If not, what do they consider villainous? If yes, does that ever bother them?
Oh, honey. What a perfect question. :)
No, absolutely not, Jack does not consider himself the villain the slightest. As we know, his favourite thing to say about himself is that he's actually the hero. And that's pretty ironic, because for what he considers villainous? It's all things he does, too, like the killing and the manipulation, to make an example - but what sets himself aside from others, in his opinion, is the intention. Others obviously want to do evil things, but he? He just wants to save Pandora. He wants to save everyone. He did so during the invasion of the Helios, didn't he? His intentions are pure and genuine, he's the good guy!
And the ending justifies the means, as they say.
Send “Examine!” and an item or person and I’ll write an RPG description of it/them.
For example, a stormtrooper mask: “A white mask with a black visor on the front. Putting it on, you realize that the visor isn’t even transparent. How are you expected to do anything competently like this?”
IN LOVE AND WAR, EVERYTHING GOES. a sentence meme based around the subject of allies, enemies, war and enemies to lovers and more of the same tropes we all love. change pronouns, names and locations as you see fit. these are all scrambled around.
“Friends ask you questions; enemies question you.”
“You can live safe and be protected by people just like you, or you can stand up and be a leader for what is right.”
“Where do we find allies?"
“War created bizarre allies, while peace itself could be divisive.”
“I promise you, nothing will happen to you.”
“I choose my allies carefully and my enemies more carefully still.”
“People fight wars over ideas.”
“Wars begin when you will, but they do not end when you please.”
“I was raised in hatred, Roma. I could never be your lover, only your killer.”
“We were enemies, no matter the truths. No matter that I loved him.”
“He’d set fire to the world around him but never let a flame touch her.”
“She's not the type to swoon for pretty lies.”
“The feud keeps taking and hurting and killing and still I couldn't stop loving you even when I thought I hated you.”
“These violent delights have violent ends."
“Men without morals are dangerous beasts.”
“The spiteful, little stars.”
“Death is real. Death is inevitable. Death comes when you're not ready for it. Be ready.”
“I was alive, but I wasn’t living. You took things from me. My soul―my heart.”
“You’re supposed to keep your enemies close. Therefore, it stands to reason that your sworn enemy should be kept closest.”
“When will you see I'm not your enemy, but your weapon. Wield me.”
“Can’t even get out of my grasp? Or is it because you secretly don’t want to?”
“Why are you confessing all of your crimes?”Are you trying to get hit?”
“You're a hero and I'm a monster. There's only one way that story ever ends.”
"Tell me you came to find me. That you changed your mind."
"How--how can you even say such things,on an evening you are meant to choose another as your bride?"
"My sweet nemesis, how glad I am that you returned."
"I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else.”
“The road for hell for me is paved with everything I would do for you, and that list never ends.”
“You have consumed my thoughts since the moment I met you."
“You have no idea what I could give you."
“If you mean to take me captive, you need only ask. I would come willingly.”
“I see you truly for everything you are and everything you will be and I claim you as mine.”
“I don't think I've ever met anyone as vexing as you."
“Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”
“A wise man gets more use from his enemies than a fool from his friends.”
"We're on opposite sides, you know."
"You're the one claiming we're all villains. There's no black or white, only gray area. We can coexist somewhere in the middle, can't we?”
“A man with no enemies is a man with no character.”
“I smile to myself knowing that they may be dead.”
“I like your savage brutality."
"That's a poetic observation, coming from such a savage creature.”
"And you are mine, Victor Nox. whether you agree is irrelevant.”
“Bitter people are not interested in what you say, but what you hide.”
“Enemies can't break your spirit, only friends can.”
“In order to know your enemy, you must become your enemy.”
“Such a pretty face, but so weak and emotional. Just a regular man, after all.”
rules. ( i don't require a password, but please do throw an eye at them! )
i. mun & activity. hello! i go by ghost, 29 years old, any pronouns. i'm italian, and english is my second language, hence you might see mistakes or weird phrases in my turns! i can get pretty busy and lately i worked to take the habit of staying as little as possible at the computer, which means that sometimes i can't get to it for days or even weeks. because of this, this blog, as all my blogs are, is permanent low activity! it might take a while for me to reply, but eventually always will! this blog is a sideblog of ghostories!
ii. adult content and tagging system. due to the nature of the muse of this blog and the themes borderlands can touch in general, mature themes will be present very often. because of this, this blog is 18+. everytime a trigger appears in my turns, i will tag it with the name of the trigger, followed by "//" - for example, blood //. if i forget or don't think about tagging something, never hesitate to tell me!
iii. shipping, suggestive and smut. i'm open to romantic shipping with jack, though don't expect the gentle love story - it's much more probable that jack will centre the relationship on himself alone and/or use the bond to better manipulate the other person. i write suggestive rarely. do not force a ship on me, because it's the right way to not get me to write it to begin with. as for smut, it makes me extremely uncomfortable, so i will avoid it altogether.
iv. starting threads and prompts lists. anything works for me to start a thread - prompts from lists or original ones, or plotting, anything! i just really enjoy writing, and love receiving things that give me new excuses to write even more. send anything anytime you like! i do my best to send often prompts as well, but i might always be a little late for prompts lists or for particular events for the aforementioned low activity. if you want to reblog a prompt list i reblogged, please go to the source and don’t reblog directly from me, unless the source itself is broken.
v. dropping threads. if you don’t feel inspired anymore for a thread of ours, don’t be afraid to drop it! no need to tell me, and i promise i won’t get mad, it’s alright! due to my constant low activity, i know inspiration can simply disappear after a while. don’t be afraid to drop it and move on - we can always start something new!
vi. mun's drawings. i like to draw little things that might involve my muses as much as my writing partners’, and sometimes i like to post them. if the drawing is posted on the rp blog and i specify that only certain people can reblog, please do not reblog them unless you have permission. if i post them here instead than my art blog, it is because i’d rather keep them in a smaller circle.
vii. muse's thoughts. mun =/= muse! i often write muses i disagree with, and jack is most definitely one of them. what he does or thinks is not necessarily what i would do or think. don’t compare me to him.
viii. fixing and rewriting turns. if you can’t understand something i wrote, don’t be afraid to ask me for clarifications! as aforementioned, english is my second language: while i do my best, mistakes might not be that uncommon in my turns. furthermore, i might misunderstand your turn as well - if it happens, or if more in general i need to change anything in my turn for any reason ( be it also that i might have written you into a corner or you don’t know how to continue! ), don’t hesitate to tell me! i have no problems at all in fixing my turns, or even rewrite them entirely if necessary!
ix. turns length. i tend to write A LOT, especially when i’m very inspired by a thread. please remember, you don’t need to match my length in your reply! don’t feel pressured to write more than you wish, write as much as you want.
Jeez luise, it's been a while since the last time I sketched and finished something entirely on computer. Jack held the braincells long enough to make me finish something, good for him. ( I wanted to draw him pre-sequel version but couldn't find a reference for his clothes in the game, so I mashed up pre-sequel and 2's design. Hence the normal face on the wrong design. Don't mind it shh. )
@atlasreign / 𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ↳ the last time i listened to you, it nearly got me killed. // hii!
« The last time, you barely listened. You started to, and then decided to use your own head, which doesn't work well at all, Rhys. »
Is he pissed? Perhaps, a little bit, yeah. It's still difficult to be an incorporeal projection inside someone else's head, you really can't vent the anger; but where he would generally yell his frustration and likely shoot the first unlucky bastard to get around ( or make Rhys punch himself ), he's now instead staying very calm, very collected, anger distilled in his words, almost spat out like they were sour. He stares at the other from above, sitting ( more or less ) on the rolled over car, one leg bent under the other, left dangling. His fingers beat rhythmically on the knee. More than furious, he looks much more disappointed.
« It won't work like this, you know? » he continues after a moment of silence, the tone of someone stating the obvious and being pretty mad about it. « I'm not a side program of your arm that you can just ignore. What, you think that I'm trying to kill you? If you die, I die, pretty boy. Or you forgot about that? »
He leans forward, his form glitching ever so slightly in the chill night air. « What is it, do I need to prove my good will to you? Seriously, Rhys? »
@lancelot-sharpkeen / 𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ↳ "i don't believe a word you're saying" he slowly lift his guns towards his head "in other words: you're full of bullshit"
« Yeah. I understood the first time you said it. »
Jack's reaction is barely a reaction to begin with. He doesn't even look at the gun, too focused on sipping his coffee from the official Hyperion brand mug, on which he wrote himself "property of Handsome Jack", just because he was bored. He wonders what the so-called hero in front of him thought his reaction would have been - was he expecting him to suddenly turn pale and yell "please no"? Because, no: Jack doesn't even take his feet of the desk. He stays as relaxed as he has been up to that moment, placing the cup beside him and returning to look right at the portable computer on his lap. His eyes don't look at the other even by mistake.
« You "good" guys. » he continues, rising just one hand to imitate the quotation marks, while the other returns typing right away. « Always talking, never acting. Unless there's some intelligence in that red head of yours and you're trying to talk your way out of the situation. »
« Because you did notice that pointing a gun at the chief of Hyperion right in his office is not a good idea, right? »
He snaps the tongue on the palate, still not showing the slightest interest in looking back at the other. He types a few more words, then contemplates what appears on his monitor, one hand scratching the cheek before sliding to cover a yawn. « Bad sleep, sorry. » he says. « Like your friend over here. The one you cutely say I'm talking bullshit about, you know? That friend? Couldn't sleep either. A mistake from my part, the holding cells are way too near the engines... I think the noise is driving them nuts. »
All of a sudden, he takes his feet off the desk and replaces them with the pc, turning the monitor towards Lance. It is showing the security camera of a small room that's everything but a holding cell, and inside a person, covering their ears, screaming silent screams at a door hold shut with no windows. As he shows it to the other, Jack finally looks at him right in the eyes, picking up his cup of coffee once again. « What do you say? » he whispers, taking another sip.
"I'M NOT SURE I CAN TRUST YOU" PROMPTS * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary
you remember the last time we did this. it didn't go well.
i told myself i'd never trust you again.
you're not very good at keeping promises, are you?
i thought we agreed to work together.
you're the reason i'm in this mess in the first place.
the last time i listened to you, it nearly got me killed.
i guess i don't have a choice.
you're my last hope.
this isn't going to end well.
i stuck out my neck for you once, and look what happened.
you could have told me the truth from the start.
you're a pretty slimy character.
you don't exactly exude trustworthiness.
i can't believe i'm listening to you again.
after everything that happened, i can't look at you the same.
you betrayed me.
how am i supposed to trust you again?
i put everything on the line for you, and you betrayed me.
i'm not taking orders from you.
how do i know you won't stab me in the back?
i promise you, it won't happen again.
you don't have a good track record of keeping promises.
that was bullshit, and you know it.
this time, you can trust me.
they told me what happened last time.
i won't make the same mistakes they did.
keep telling yourself that.
every time i trust you, it comes back to bite me in the ass.
that was the worst lie i've ever heard.
you're a shit liar.
you're not getting anything from me.
i'm not risking my life to save you, that's for sure.
you're talking out of your ass.
i don't believe a word you're saying.
you're full of bullshit.
that was the biggest lie you ever told.
and to think, i trusted you once.
i'm such an idiot for thinking i could trust you.
i'll never look at you the same again.
that was an awful trick.
did you mean to do that?
had i known what you were up to, i never would have agreed to this.
once again, you lied to my face.
they warned me not to trust you.
after all the things i've heard about you, i'm not sure where i stand.
you don't exactly have a very trustworthy face.
you look like a liar to me.
you won't hold up your end of the bargain. you never do.
why did you trick me?
@cfjacks
🚬 put out a cigarette on my muse’s arm
Now. He had to deal with some... really stupid tourists, lately. Some just leave when he not-so-gently tells them to, some try to act all high and mighty just to get out once he lets out Goli.
Some, like this guy, feel like they're above Po Town rules and answer to not-so-subtle threats with flowing the smoke of their cigarette in his face before grabbing his hand and put out the damn thing on it. You know. To give a very random example.
"..."
Hissing through his teeth and closing his eyes to take a loooong deep breath, Guzma kind of. Stands there. For the first few seconds.
And then suddenly reaches forward to grab that shithead by the collar of his shirt, pulls him back, and then slams him against the concrete wall surroundhing his town with as much force as he has.
"...maybe ya didn't hear it the first time, asshat. Ya got too much shit between your ears instead of your brain, I'm sure." he growls, leaning closer.
"How 'bout you make like a Trevenant and leave before I turn ya into a Ghost myself, huh?"
mh. what a temper. expected, fully - come on, he's not an idiot. he knew that annoying the big bad wolf, despite the stupid surname, would have had him bitten -, but the strength he's pushed against the wall still comes as a surprise, sudden enough to not make him fully prepare for the impact. his back slams so hard that all his air is ejected from his lungs, leaving him breathless for a few moments.
considering he's not exactly a feather nor particularly weak all things considered, that is pretty impressive. that, and the fearless words he pronounces, him leaning closer, their faces near enough for the stench of sweat to be felt in the pouring rain. he growls, the skull leader, like a wolf showing his fangs to protect the cubs.
he can't but smile when he manages to take in the first breath. a smile that only gets larger and larger with every word that he hears.
« wow... » he comments then, his voice just slightly choked under the other's grip, sarcastic evident in every letter. « i'm so afraid. i'm pissing myself. »
before anything could be said from the other, one hand rises between the two, index finger held up in a request for silence. « so, since it started so bad between us, » he continues, the other hand gathering a pokéball from the pants' pocket. « you won't mind talk about it to my partner, yes? »
he lets the pokéball fall beside him - a blue ball with azure lines, four yellow inserts pointing at its centre. just one of the many beast balls that he owns -, a click announcing its opening before the pokémon inside comes out. or rather, the ultrabeast. a celesteela appears beside them, huge and magnificent, a tower in the middle of the town. it staring down at them, jack staring at guzma. curious about his reaction.
@cfjacks:
👊: punch my muse (specifically jack punches debs. in the face.)
A precise hit. A sudden one, one that makes him stumble against his own desk and makes him take a moment to react.
He took it too far? Maybe. Absolutely. Pulling Jack’s leash always feels like playing with fire, and by now the Umbra doesn’t really know if he expects the other to stay put or to react.
If he wants him to.
What he knows is that he didn’t expect a hit like that. Not one so quick, not one so angry - compared to lal the other awful things he told the other, after all, the latter was pretty tame. The straw that broke the Camerupt’s back, Debito figures as he brings a hand to his nose, the other still clingling to the desk as he notices that… yeah. That’s blood. Jack managed to make him bleed.
“…I keep forgetting how strong you can be.” the Umbra admits, solemn and calm as he lifts himself up – and reaches for Hydreigon’s Pokèball.
“Dragon Pulse.”
the deep satisfaction of hitting that motherfucker in the face leaves jack breathless, standing and leaning forward, his hand tightly closed in a fist still in the air. it hurts, but he has hurt debito more, and he knows. there is blood leaking from his nose, a dark red liquid that sends a rush of adrenaline down the mechanic's spine, making him feel stronger, taller, in control for the first time in who even knows how long.
and then, the full realization of what he has done impacts like a train crash. suddenly, jack turns white like a clean sheet of paper.
« ... f-fuck-- » he whispers, debito's words passing unheard, the mechanic's eyes only seeing the hand going for the pokéball. so many thoughts cross his mind in the span of a second, making his head spin, anxiety and fear flying up suddenly. apologize. apologize, maybe he'll be gentle. maybe he'll forgive you. like hell. i'm going to die. fuck, i'm going to die. run for it! i can't go far. i don't even know where i am. better than die here. crawl into a ball and disappear. run. run like hell.
dragon pulse.
it's a thought so sudden that jack moves before even fully realizing it. he can't avoid the hit, he's aware of that; but as he quickly slides in front of the door, the move sends him flying through the corridor instead of making him slam against the wall. not a prettier scene - his back slams against the floor, and the sheer force of the impact sends him rolling three entire somersaults before he can stop -, nor certainly less hurtful. for a moment, he finds himself breathless on the ground, curled on the stomach, weak coughs making him spit small drops of blood.
but then, he clenches his teeth and forces himself standing. the dragon pulse at least sent him at a certain distance from debito. perhaps, if he can manage to stand... if he can be quick enough... perhaps, he can escape this time.
verses tag dump!
✦ v. | two. ✦ v. | pre sequel. ✦ v. | tales.
✦ v. | pokémon.
18+ | selective | multiverse 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 from 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒! 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓, 28 y/o, italian, any pronouns. sideblog of ghostories.
this blog is trigger heavy including graphic depiction of violence and death, physical and mental abuse, and general unpleasing and villanous topics. reader discretion is adviced.
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 | infos coming soon! | 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ( !! currently i played borderlands 2, the pre-sequel and tales! )
