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@hackingpandora
Hi.
I’m alive.
I’m gonna write here.
❝ are you really the hero of this tale ?
borderlands tps jack. written by doc.
@griftingpandora , continued from here.
It slips out, really. Rhys doesn't mean to say it but it just... happens. One minute he's thinking about how tingly she makes him feel and the next he's spouting nonsense. What's next, a marriage proposal? Oh, how he quickly stamps that down. He's not going to go two-for-one here with this kind of badness. Especially not with the conflicting emotions he sees running across Fiona's face.
For a moment, he thinks he's done something he previously thought impossible. Fiona's speechless. But it quickly gives way to palm sweaty, hearty pounding panic. What if she doesn't feel the same? What if he is going too fast? Why did he have to say that out loud?
Then, abruptly, weirdly, she returns his feelings.
Very weirdly, he might add.
“I made this really awkward, huh?” he asks, feeling color rise on his cheeks. Rhys grins, running his fingers through his hair. “Look, I was just trying to... y'know, tell you how I felt and wow, yeah, here we are. This is totally fine.”
With that, he holds up one of his hands for the completely adult high-fiving.
Tales From The Borderlands: Rhys Edition
Various lines that Rhys has said, feel free to change pronouns if needed.
Oh, trust me, we’ve got all the guns we need.
Hold on to your butts!
I will name my firstborn…Loader Bot. Well– you know. Probably not.
Looks like he had a…change of /heart/.
Hey, Grease Face!
(name), did you get stung by bees? ‘Cause you’re lookin’ swoll.
Oh, he was just the go between, the middle man.
Oh my god, who called the whaaambulance, here?
Mmm– capital.
No, it’s not (name), it’s your doom, stop squirming.
Look at us, we’re like best friends now.
A good pair of socks is an often overlooked detail of a gentleman’s wardrobe.
Two words. EAT. SHIT.
Your car is red, (name). I thought you wanted it in black.
To be fair, that was supposed to hit you.
Actually, that’s okay, you don’t know it yet.
This is IT! You can’t see that one day…maybe ten years from now, maybe ten months, maybe tomorrow…you’re gonna think back on right now and scream to the stars for mercy of death just so you’ll not have to live in the wondering of what could have been.
What if I had seized that chance by the throat, what if I had beaten my fears, taken what was so rightfully mine? What if…what if I had won?
Okay, s-so, I’m- I’m going to stick this on your head, a-and– and please don’t stab me.
Ohhhh, he did the thiiiing!
It’s just you and me, pal. Wouldn’t have it any other way.
Haha– great, a firing squad. I just hit murder bingo!
So. Much. Pain. Why am I…still conscious…I don’t understand.
We got answers and we want some questions.
You’re just weirdly buff, dude.
It hurts…inside my body.
I’m just peachy, (name), the world is my oyster.
Scratch your own nuts.
Do you mind asking yourself who you are?
You’re…really cool…I just wanted you to know that.
You’re not as smart as you think you are!
Maybe you should have read the manuaaaaaal, huh?
Who’s got two big thumbs and just had his finger guns come back online? This guy!
We’re going to be okay.
(name), I know that, I was lying to myself.
I did what I had to do.
I guess I’ll have to live with that.
There was no other way.
You’re a maniac.
Oooooh, oh. That just smells like happiness and garlic.
Don’t talk to me while you’re peeing, thank you.
What? You got a greasy face. Look! Get some lotion, get some gel, do a wrap or something. I mean, if you wanna lash out, you know, blame your genes, it’s not your fault.
◆ —— LILO & STITCH QUOTES STARTER PROMPTS.
’ Why are you all wet? ‘
’ Aloha! ’
’ You’re vile. You’re foul. You’re flawed. ‘
’ Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind or forgotten. ’
’ If you want to leave, you can. I’ll remember you, though. ’
’ I remember everyone that leaves. ’
’ You! You’re the cause of all this. ’
’ This is my family. I found it all on my own. Is little, and broken, but still good. Ya. Still good. ’
’ Oh, good! My dog found the chainsaw. ’
’ No more caffeine for you. ’
’ Did you lose your job because of me? ‘
’ The managers a vampire. He wanted me to join his legion of the undead. ’
’ Trust me, this isn’t gonna end well. ’
’ I’m sorry I bit you. And pulled your hair. And punched you in the face. ’
’ GIve us a sign you understand any of this. ’
’ Show us that there is something inside you that is good. ’
’ I didn’t teach him that. ’
’ Come on, what’s the big deal? ’
’ Leave my mother out of this. ’
’ You are such a pain. ’
’ Then why don’t you sell me and buy me a rabbit instead? ’
’ I hate it when you use Ohana against me. ’
’ I’m lost. ’
’ Don’t interact with her. ’
’ Oh, we can’t do that. Uh-uh. That would be a misuse of resources. ’
’ Why do you act so weird? ’
’ You look familiar. ’
’ We’re a broken family, aren’t we? ’
’ I shouldn’t have yelled at you. ’
’ You are built to destroy. You can never belong. ’
’ We need something that can defend itself. Something that won’t die. ’
’ I hear you cry at night. ’
’ Do you dream about them? ’
’ You came back. ’
’ Nobody gets left behind. ’
’ I need someone to be my friend. Someone who won’t run away. ‘
’ His destructive programming is taking effect. ’
’ Did you ever kill anyone? ’
’ Are you.. happy? ’
’ I am the one they call when things go wrong and things have, indeed, gone wrong. ’
’ Our family’s little now, and we don’t have many toys. ’
‘ If you want, you could be a part of our family. ’
’ We’d raise you to be good. ’
’ She likes your butt and fancy hair. ’
’ I read her diary. ’
’ Not guilty! My experiments are only theoretical, and completely within legal boundaries. ’
’ He was designed to be a monster, but now he has nothing to destroy. ’
’ I never gave him a greater purpose. ’
’ What must it be like to have nothing, not even memories to look back on in the middle of the night? ’
’ If you promise not to fight anymore, I promise not to yell at you, except on special occasions. ’
’ Stupid head. ’
’ Did you catch fire again? ’
’ This is your badness level. It’s unusually high for someone your size. We have to fix that. ’
’ Don’t leave me, okay? ’
’ Do you want to be taken away? ’
’ You’re just jealous ‘cause I’m pretty! ’
’ My friends need to be punished. ’
’ Heard you lost your job. ’
’ Thus far you have been adrift in the sheltered harbor of my patience. ‘
‘ After all you’ve put me through, you expect me to help you just like that? ’
’ He’s very persuasive. ‘
’ I know you had something to do with this. ’
’ Oh, good! I was hoping to add theft, endangerment and insanity to my list of things I did today. ’
’ I prefer to be called evil genius. ’
’ You smell like a lawn mower. ’
’ I have just determined the situation to be far too hazardous! ’
’ Don’t worry. I won’t hit her. ’
’ This is low even for you! ’
’ You are all mine. ’
’ You know I have no choice. ’
‘ Please don’t do this. ’
’ You’re making this harder than it needs to be. ’
’ She needs me. ’
’ Leave me alone to die. ’
’ What is that monstrosity? ’
’ Does this look infected to you? ’
’ You’d better not have rabies. ’
’ Hiding behind your little friend won’t work anymore. ’
’ Didn’t I tell you? We got fired this morning. ’
’ That is the ugliest thing I have ever saw! ’
’ It has no place among us. ’
Some childhood headcanons I have for Rhys:
His mom enrolled him in piano lessons.
He played for years but never really enjoyed it. He’s pretty decent at it, too.
Joined academic teams in school. Was also pretty decent at it.
Tried to make his own business club for years.
Made his first business card when he was seven.
Ended up joining other “young business people” clubs.
Got into hack-a-thons during high school.
Also played Bunkers and Badasses. He likes playing as the Siren.
Once he tried theater. His acting was very bad.
@pandoraspunk continued from here!
“Ow. Okay, yeah, thanks for that but...”
There's a throbbing sensation in the back of his skull. Vaguely, he recalls a rock on the ground which tripped up his feet. The next logical assumption would be that one of the same rocks collided with his head upon tripping. He's not going to say all of this aloud, though. No sense making himself seem like a bigger wuss than he already is.
His fingers come back with the flakes of dried blood. “Yeah, yeah, just... thanks.”
@indcbted continued from here!
“LB is more than 'just a freaking bot', thank you very much.”
Rhys folds his arms across his chest, the silver of his cybernetic arm flashing briefly as his sleeve hitches upward. He makes for an impressive figure, at least he likes to think he does anyways. What with the scowl on his face and the bright yellow eye that's piercing and so different from his normal, average human one.
He rubs at the bridge of his nose before continuing. “He's smart. He can think for himself. Make decisions for himself. He even feels things like love and pain and loss.
“I think that makes him more than just some toaster that a cat shoved into a sink—but that's just me.”
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carry me rhys /flops on, dramatic gwen
ohmygawd gwen please you’re heavy
well, you’re not heavy my arms are just kinda tired
/sticks foot in mouth
“Could’ve warned me you talk in your sleep.”
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“Howam I supposed to know I’m talking in my sleep?” Rhys asks, browsfurrowing. It’s too early, really, to be accused of something hecan’t even remember. He needs to at least be on his third cup ofcoffee before he can be expected to respond.
Herubs at his face furiously. “What did I say? Do I really want toknow? Don’t leave me hanging here.”
❛ I've... I’ve never had any friends before. ❜ [ rhys u r her first friend <3 ]
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“Wait,what?”
Thelook on his face is one of pure shock. It’s easy to think of thepeople of Pandora from Helios. Up there, everyone is a murderous,foaming-at-the-mouth bandit. He never thought about the children downhere—maybe even assumed people sprung up fully grown.
ForClementine, it must be really hard to fine people who don’t want herdead. Still, it comes as a surprise that he’s the first person sheconsiders a friend.
“Y-you’remy friend too, you know,” he finishes, the beginnings of a smile onhis face.
"You’re like my personal bedwarmer."
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“And you’re like my own personal pillow.”
Rhys curls around Fiona, resting his head lightly on her stomach. He’s careful to keep his real shoulder as the one next to her. There’s no need to have a cybernetic limb ruin the moment by pinching her side or, well, being uncomfortable.
He pats her gently. “Together we make, like, a whole bed. Nice, huh?”
❛ I know you. If I were blind I would know what you are. ❜ - indcbted
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“That’s kind of, I dunno, judge-y, right?” Rhys isn’t rolling his eyes. Much. He folds his arms, the cybernetic one whirring gently with each twitch of his fingers. Perhaps he’s running some sort of subroutine that requires quite a bit of power from it. Or, he’s finally managed to bust the very expensive piece of technology.
“I didn’t say you look like one of those kinds of Pandoran people. Ya know, the bandit type,” he says, pausing for effect. “See what I’m saying? Judge-y hurts feelings.”
❛ In all your wanderings, have you seen others like me ? ❜
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“Well,I wouldn’t say I’ve wandered very far. More like ambled throughPandora… ish. But I haven’t met any sirens, if that’s what you’regetting at,” Rhys says, running his fingers through his hairnervously.
Wherehe’s from, sirens are like the Tooth Fairy or Santa Clause. They’re apretty story people tell their children at night so that they’ll hopethere’s someone out there with the power to open Vaults and fightwith their super powers. It’s not something he’s put any stock into.Until now, at least.
“H-haveyou? Met any other sirens, I mean. Or are you like the only one?”he asks.
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“My favourite part of last night was definitely you snoring in my ear.”
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Rhyslooks more than a little haggard. Sleeping on the road in confinedquarters isn’t exactly what he’d call ideal. Not when he has had agiant, comfortable, fluffy bed on Helios for a while now. He missesit more than he misses some of his coworkers.
Hetakes a moment to run his fingers through his hair, purposefully notmeeting Sasha’s eye. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Your sister elbowed me inthe ribs and now I have this big ugly bruise on my side.”
“Which,by the way, was the highlight of my night thank you for asking.”