Garbage Man Belongs in the Trash

K. 34. Mostly Borderlands. Sometimes other stuff sneaks in but yeah mostly rhack trash

[psychicheartarcade]

Sketches of my modern au borderlands

[deerlordhunter]

Long Live the King prints!

If you purchase them together you get a rad little discount!  Go check it out over at the Fancy Owl Store.

Thanks to everyone for the outpouring of support and kindness lately, it’s truely appreciated and I’m so glad to have this many awesome people in my direct vacinity.  It means the world– so keep on keepin on. <3

[ksafs]

rhys, you are an absolute dick

[hyperwitch]

Who're you, man-inside-a-man?

[pocketss]

Ummm she's literally sensitive :/

[shigeoreum]

happy early pride im kicking it off with butch lesbian wives from borderlands

[shigeoreum]

i love women

[arachegeek]

i will never draw in a better resolution, i can promise you that

[arachegeek]

i do draw i just post none of it. enjoy a collection of jacks and also a young angel according to my own interpretation

[sf-bl]

CCEO Rhack. Touching for real, up close/far away. I had a bunch to say about what's going on, but Tumblr has deleted my draft three times now. PS: It is meant to be a left hand. [Putting these here to bring the AU all into one tag: https://sf-bl.tumblr.com/tagged/cyber%20ceos mostly Rhack, totally out-of-sequence

[caffeinatedowlbear]

Found some warm-up drabbles I'd forgotten about, thought I'd share some 'cause they freakin' slap.

For my first trick, have some Handsome-Ascension-era Jack, still fresh off the Vault trip.

The mask still stings like a bitch. The rest of his body feels equally bruised and battered. His knuckles crack as he swings open the door to his office. Once his. Now Tassiter’s. Not for long. “I know you’re just a pathetic little nobody under that mask, John.” You don’t know shit, Tassiter. You don’t know what it’s like to see the universe unfold in front of your burning eyes, what it’s like to hold reality in the disintegrating palm of your hand, watch it pour through your fingers as the flesh melts off the bone. He doesn’t slow down as he walks the length of the office, climbs the stairs to the dais. Only stops briefly in front of the desk. His desk. “Mr. Tassiter.” “Go to hell, John.” Oh, definitely. One day, he’ll see dearest Harold there. But not today. He smiles.

[brdrlnds-4realtho]

bonus:

| Elpis and Helios in different locations at different times of day/night

[rocktheholygrail]

Hannibal (2013-2015)

[kolbasos]

Animatic yooooo

[4n631satellite]

stealing trends from twitter once again

[multimedia-maniac]

[sal-lishhhh]

CHETOODUST JACK COMM FOR @l1av (!)

this commission was very curious to do, cus the instructions were litterally "draw him like you see him" o-O i did have a lotttttttt of fun X)