Hey, kiddos! Daddy's home.

This rp blog is dedicated to Handsome Jack from the Borderlands games! I write him freely, not sticking to the game's universe and canons only, but creating and giving him my own twist as I go. Feel free to approach me with OC's and/or characters from other fandoms, I don't judge! NSFW stuff is 16+, respect that.

[galactic-blxeberry]

Oookay, getting a new start over on

@instant-angel-chaos!! Gonna be moving over there asap

[kingof-hyperion]

Also gonna make Jack his own side blog again over there!

[hyperion--jackass]

Here i be!!

[kingof-hyperion]

there´s the new blog for Jack!! ^^^^

[galactic-blxeberry]

Oookay, getting a new start over on

@instant-angel-chaos!! Gonna be moving over there asap

[kingof-hyperion]

Also gonna make Jack his own side blog again over there!

[kingof-hyperion]

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state. ((Or you can do it the other way around if you wish!))

Another shot. The sweet liquor burned as it slid down his throat. 

Handsome Jack needed the explosive comeback to cut loose a little and have everyone know that he was back. Back for good. He´d been so tangled up in work that a few drinks to help him relax felt like a solid plan. Then again just about anything felt like a good plan after a dozen shots and one too many glasses of whiskey.

The man stumbled out of the bar for a smoke, his steps as wobbly as his attempt to get his cigarettes out of his pocket. He muttered something under his breath, shifting his weight to lean against the wall behind him. Frustrated, his efforts came to an end as he dropped both his cigarettes and his lighter.

“Son of a bitch..!” Jack cursed, sliding down to sit on the ground as he finally managed to pick up his belongings and light himself a cigarette.

The night was coming to an end and he could feel it, yet he still wanted to postpone ending it. As he smoked his cigarette, and sipped at what was left of his whiskey, Handsome Jack wondered what trouble he could start up next or the night would become ruthlessly boring. 

[the-expatriate-has-moved]

Another snort of a laugh followed, mostly because he really really couldn’t handle the drink. But she didn’t make a mention of that, it didn’t seem to be too much of an issue at that point.

“Lead the way to where.. I wonder how this is gonna end up. Your thoughts?”

There was a cheeky little wink added there, followed by her downing some of the whiskey. The familiar burn being a welcoming one..

“I’m willing to take things as far as they’ll go..”

[kingof-hyperion]

"Truth be told I was only thinking about going to that table over there", he replied smugly, taking the hand that was resting on her shoulder to gently tilt her head towards the spot. Leaning in closer to Pari, Jack hummed: "but hold that thought, you seem to be havin' some ideas for the rest of the night, hm?"

With a pleased chuckle the man let his fingertips trace her jaw for a second longer before looking back up at the table he'd motioned to earlier, walking over as it was still free.

Setting his drink down on to the table of the booth, Handsome Jack sat down and slid into the corner to give her room to join him on the same side if she so pleased.

[kingof-hyperion]

BOLD what applies to your muse / lyric edition

 not originally made by me but feel free to reblog 

to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die. | under a bus, with my fingers crossed. | it feels like nothing matters in our private universe. | take me, i’m yours. | i’ll be a rock and rollin’ bitch for you. | you want the real story? you shouldn’t ask me. | i’m so drunk, i don’t mind if you kill me. | i don’t pretend to know what you want, but i offer love. | you’re so mean, baby! | she will have her way. | i’m bored; come on, let’s get high! | why don’t you walk away? | where i go, there’ll be no kind welcome. | into temptation, right where you belong. |we’re still outsiders. | i never feel pain, won’t you hit me again? | oh, i just don’t know where to begin. | practically all is nearly forgiven. | black words slipping off my tongue. | couldn’t it be easy to believe? | you are afraid of me; that’s why you’re so unkind. | sinner; i have never learned. | desolate in anger and safe in isolation. | do you feel the pressure? | i wanna be forgiven. | spare us the theatrics and the verbal gymnastics. | how i needed you when i needed you. | history has been cruel. | do you see what i see? | is there anybody in there? | i’d beg for some forgiveness, but begging’s not my business. | we may never meet again, so shed your skin and let’s get started. | every day i love you less and less. | there’s nothing that you love that i’ll ever miss.

[kingof-hyperion]

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state. ((Or you can do it the other way around if you wish!))

Another shot. The sweet liquor burned as it slid down his throat. 

Handsome Jack needed the explosive comeback to cut loose a little and have everyone know that he was back. Back for good. He´d been so tangled up in work that a few drinks to help him relax felt like a solid plan. Then again just about anything felt like a good plan after a dozen shots and one too many glasses of whiskey.

The man stumbled out of the bar for a smoke, his steps as wobbly as his attempt to get his cigarettes out of his pocket. He muttered something under his breath, shifting his weight to lean against the wall behind him. Frustrated, his efforts came to an end as he dropped both his cigarettes and his lighter.

“Son of a bitch..!” Jack cursed, sliding down to sit on the ground as he finally managed to pick up his belongings and light himself a cigarette.

The night was coming to an end and he could feel it, yet he still wanted to postpone ending it. As he smoked his cigarette, and sipped at what was left of his whiskey, Handsome Jack wondered what trouble he could start up next or the night would become ruthlessly boring. 

[the-expatriate-has-moved]

“What, having a few drinks with someone I genuinely don’t mind having a drink with? Of course I’m up for it.”

Pari replied, watching as the drinks were placed before them and instantly wincing when it came to the tequila.

“Strong stuff.. and for what it’s worth? Don’t be a stranger for too long. As for these.. I’m ready when you are.”

Pari downed her shot of tequila, letting out a hiss between her teeth as she savoured the effects.

“Oooof! That’s something I haven’t had in years.. still, I’m up for anything. You know it!”

[kingof-hyperion]

Surprisingly enough, Jack wasn't too good with hard liquor; especially shots, and everyone knows that tequila is, without a doubt, a mistake. Then again, when you've downed so many you're running out of fingers to count with, it doesn't bother all that much.

The man snickered at her, oddly glad to have company for the night - Pari in particular. "That's the spirit," he laughed as he put the empty shot glasses back on the counter, then looking for a table for the two of them. Once he'd spotted one, Handsome Jack rested one hand on her shoulder and with his other one he motioned toward it.

"Lead the way, darlin'."

[kingof-hyperion]

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state. ((Or you can do it the other way around if you wish!))

Another shot. The sweet liquor burned as it slid down his throat. 

Handsome Jack needed the explosive comeback to cut loose a little and have everyone know that he was back. Back for good. He´d been so tangled up in work that a few drinks to help him relax felt like a solid plan. Then again just about anything felt like a good plan after a dozen shots and one too many glasses of whiskey.

The man stumbled out of the bar for a smoke, his steps as wobbly as his attempt to get his cigarettes out of his pocket. He muttered something under his breath, shifting his weight to lean against the wall behind him. Frustrated, his efforts came to an end as he dropped both his cigarettes and his lighter.

“Son of a bitch..!” Jack cursed, sliding down to sit on the ground as he finally managed to pick up his belongings and light himself a cigarette.

The night was coming to an end and he could feel it, yet he still wanted to postpone ending it. As he smoked his cigarette, and sipped at what was left of his whiskey, Handsome Jack wondered what trouble he could start up next or the night would become ruthlessly boring. 

[the-expatriate-has-moved]

“Yeah. I’m down to play, I don’t really have to be any place and.. bloody hell. What have you been drinking?”

It was more a rhetorical question laced with a chuckle, but after fixing up his hair and letting him saunter over to the drinks counter, she followed in turn.

“I trust your judgement although I may very well regret it when I’m hung over. But I’ll have whatever you’re having! It’s been a bit too long, you know.. got a lot of catching up to do. And.. to he honest, I didn’t think you’d wind up back here.”

Pari was actually really happy that he did.

[kingof-hyperion]

Once up and moving forward Jack didn't struggle with making progress with his approach. He laughed at her comment, leaning slightly closer: "mostly whiskey," he replied which wasn't a big shock knowing him. "oh, and tequila," he then added, a look in his eyes that almost resembled child like excitement.

Handsome Jack rested his hands on the counter when they got there, giving the bartender a look that made her move to serving him and Pari almost immediately. "The usual for me and my partner in crime here", he said with a smirk.

Truth be told Jack didn't think he'd find himself back there either, yet coming back was his very own decision. "I figured this was worth coming back to, at least for now", he said seemingly carelessly, handing Pari her drink and a shot of tequila.

"Hope you're up for this", he chuckled, downing his own shot.

[kingof-hyperion]

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state. ((Or you can do it the other way around if you wish!))

Another shot. The sweet liquor burned as it slid down his throat. 

Handsome Jack needed the explosive comeback to cut loose a little and have everyone know that he was back. Back for good. He´d been so tangled up in work that a few drinks to help him relax felt like a solid plan. Then again just about anything felt like a good plan after a dozen shots and one too many glasses of whiskey.

The man stumbled out of the bar for a smoke, his steps as wobbly as his attempt to get his cigarettes out of his pocket. He muttered something under his breath, shifting his weight to lean against the wall behind him. Frustrated, his efforts came to an end as he dropped both his cigarettes and his lighter.

“Son of a bitch..!” Jack cursed, sliding down to sit on the ground as he finally managed to pick up his belongings and light himself a cigarette.

The night was coming to an end and he could feel it, yet he still wanted to postpone ending it. As he smoked his cigarette, and sipped at what was left of his whiskey, Handsome Jack wondered what trouble he could start up next or the night would become ruthlessly boring. 

[the-expatriate-has-moved]

Befriended was probably one way of putting it, but at least they weren’t on hostile terms. A welcome change for the broker, if nothing else.

“I get it. I’ve been there, and you’re absolutely right.. you want something done right, you really need to do it yourself.”

She placed a hand on the glass, in a bid to steady it a little in his clearly unsteady grasp.

“Oh you know.. had a bit of downtime. This time I’m not waiting for someone and ending up being stood up.. so I’m as free as can be. And what about you?”

Thankfully neither of them had forgotten about each other, which was a pleasant surprise..

[kingof-hyperion]

What usually would’ve bothered him now completely slipped by, as he simply couldn’t focus on Pari helping him with his glass. Her words, however, made his eyes glimmer with a memory.

“What a shame - I was lookin’ forward to ending the night with a knockout punch”, Jack snickered, ending up putting out his cigarette absent-mindedly. He still very much remembered how he first met Pari, even though the details seemed a bit hazy in his current drunken state. Running his other, now free, hand through his hair to keep the strands of hair from falling over his eyes as she spoke, he shrugged with a playful smirk.

“All’s looking pretty good down here”, he laughed as he sloppily brought what was left of his spilled whiskey to his lips, downing it with a big gulp.

[the-expatriate-has-moved]

“You mean that you were planning on doing that? You’re keen..”

She watched for a moment as he staggered for a moment or so. And as it happened, she hadn’t forgot him either and it was a relief the feeling was mutual.

“You’ve been knocking them back, I see. Kind of half tempted to join you.. if you don’t mind. Because let’s be honest, I was planning on leaving before I spotted you. Now I don’t think I’ll leave for a while..”

She paused for a moment, carefully putting his hair back into place. Thankfully she had a steady hand..

“Here you go, Handsome..”

[kingof-hyperion]

"Mayhaps", Jack sputtered as she made a comment about his current state - a very drunken one at that. He grinned in response, raising his already empty glass.

For, in that state, an unknown reason the man found himself pleased as she mentioned wanting to continue the night and join him, which he was more than happy with. Handsome Jack nodded, flashing Pari a lopsided yet sincere grin: "It'd be my pleasure, pumpkin."

Letting his head rest back against the wall behind him as the woman fixed his all-over-the-place hair, he chuckled and surprisingly easily stumbled up on the first try. "What's your poison, darling?" Jack asked before he'd start his journey to the counter, keen on making her night better.

[kingof-hyperion]

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state. ((Or you can do it the other way around if you wish!))

Another shot. The sweet liquor burned as it slid down his throat. 

Handsome Jack needed the explosive comeback to cut loose a little and have everyone know that he was back. Back for good. He´d been so tangled up in work that a few drinks to help him relax felt like a solid plan. Then again just about anything felt like a good plan after a dozen shots and one too many glasses of whiskey.

The man stumbled out of the bar for a smoke, his steps as wobbly as his attempt to get his cigarettes out of his pocket. He muttered something under his breath, shifting his weight to lean against the wall behind him. Frustrated, his efforts came to an end as he dropped both his cigarettes and his lighter.

“Son of a bitch..!” Jack cursed, sliding down to sit on the ground as he finally managed to pick up his belongings and light himself a cigarette.

The night was coming to an end and he could feel it, yet he still wanted to postpone ending it. As he smoked his cigarette, and sipped at what was left of his whiskey, Handsome Jack wondered what trouble he could start up next or the night would become ruthlessly boring. 

[the-expatriate-has-moved]

Befriended was probably one way of putting it, but at least they weren’t on hostile terms. A welcome change for the broker, if nothing else.

“I get it. I’ve been there, and you’re absolutely right.. you want something done right, you really need to do it yourself.”

She placed a hand on the glass, in a bid to steady it a little in his clearly unsteady grasp.

“Oh you know.. had a bit of downtime. This time I’m not waiting for someone and ending up being stood up.. so I’m as free as can be. And what about you?”

Thankfully neither of them had forgotten about each other, which was a pleasant surprise..

[kingof-hyperion]

What usually would've bothered him now completely slipped by, as he simply couldn't focus on Pari helping him with his glass. Her words, however, made his eyes glimmer with a memory.

"What a shame - I was lookin' forward to ending the night with a knockout punch", Jack snickered, ending up putting out his cigarette absent-mindedly. He still very much remembered how he first met Pari, even though the details seemed a bit hazy in his current drunken state. Running his other, now free, hand through his hair to keep the strands of hair from falling over his eyes as she spoke, he shrugged with a playful smirk.

"All's looking pretty good down here", he laughed as he sloppily brought what was left of his spilled whiskey to his lips, downing it with a big gulp.

[kingof-hyperion]

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state. ((Or you can do it the other way around if you wish!))

Another shot. The sweet liquor burned as it slid down his throat. 

Handsome Jack needed the explosive comeback to cut loose a little and have everyone know that he was back. Back for good. He´d been so tangled up in work that a few drinks to help him relax felt like a solid plan. Then again just about anything felt like a good plan after a dozen shots and one too many glasses of whiskey.

The man stumbled out of the bar for a smoke, his steps as wobbly as his attempt to get his cigarettes out of his pocket. He muttered something under his breath, shifting his weight to lean against the wall behind him. Frustrated, his efforts came to an end as he dropped both his cigarettes and his lighter.

“Son of a bitch..!” Jack cursed, sliding down to sit on the ground as he finally managed to pick up his belongings and light himself a cigarette.

The night was coming to an end and he could feel it, yet he still wanted to postpone ending it. As he smoked his cigarette, and sipped at what was left of his whiskey, Handsome Jack wondered what trouble he could start up next or the night would become ruthlessly boring. 

[the-expatriate-has-moved]

How long had it been?

A little too long, by any stretch of the word. But one thing was always a constant. Namely Pari, although she hadn’t really been up a great deal..

.. aside from undertaking the odd brokering contract for some shady types but that was her way.

Once again she had been back at the bar, hoping to de-stress a little when she should happen upon a familiar face..

“Oh my days..”

She said to herself before making her approach.

“Hey, stranger. Haven’t seen you in a while..”

The statement was met with a knowing little smile, although she didn’t know what sort of reaction that would gain.

“You been okay?”

[kingof-hyperion]

Even in the drunken state he was, Handsome Jack simply could not mistake that voice. He stared up at the familiar face, even though it took him a solid second to focus. The man´s lips curled into his usual patented sly grin. 

“Heya, pumpkin..”, he smugly slurred, taking a huff of the cigarette in his hand. 

“Just been workin´ my ass off, y´know? The usual-- if you want something done well you just gotta do it yourself”, Jack shrugged, spilling some whiskey on the ground.  

Focusing back on the woman he´d befriended before, his eyebrows furrowed as if he really had to think hard about what he was going to say to her. “How´re y.. what´s up?” He slurred, a comically determined look on his face as he managed to get the words out.

[kingof-hyperion]

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state. ((Or you can do it the other way around if you wish!))

Another shot. The sweet liquor burned as it slid down his throat. 

Handsome Jack needed the explosive comeback to cut loose a little and have everyone know that he was back. Back for good. He´d been so tangled up in work that a few drinks to help him relax felt like a solid plan. Then again just about anything felt like a good plan after a dozen shots and one too many glasses of whiskey.

The man stumbled out of the bar for a smoke, his steps as wobbly as his attempt to get his cigarettes out of his pocket. He muttered something under his breath, shifting his weight to lean against the wall behind him. Frustrated, his efforts came to an end as he dropped both his cigarettes and his lighter.

“Son of a bitch..!” Jack cursed, sliding down to sit on the ground as he finally managed to pick up his belongings and light himself a cigarette.

The night was coming to an end and he could feel it, yet he still wanted to postpone ending it. As he smoked his cigarette, and sipped at what was left of his whiskey, Handsome Jack wondered what trouble he could start up next or the night would become ruthlessly boring. 

[vaememes]

  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

[kingof-hyperion]

😊 for likable quality for a role play mun to have

Uhh, I like people who´re easy to approach/ easy to talk to! I like to be able to plan and plot things out as well as perhaps get to know the mun more as a friend!

[thememebunny]

munday no-no and yes-yes list

Here is a meme that can show all of the things you hate and love when it comes role playing!

Send  🐶 for a role play related pet peeve. Send ☠️ for something that will result in a instant unfollow from you Send ✋ for a prompt/plot/concept/ anything you refuse to role play Send 📝 for a rule you think is important when it comes to role playing Send 💘 for your policy on shipping with your muse(s) Send 💞 for your policy on pre-established relationships with your muse(s) Send 🔍 for something you look for on other’s blogs Send 😊 for likable quality for a role play mun to have Send 🔪 for a fandom you refuse to associate with

[kingof-hyperion]

“What´s up, kiddos? Daddy´s home n´ all that jazz, long time no see.. D´you miss me?”

[kingof-hyperion]

💓 - To kiss them on neck! ((PARI NO))

(pARI YES!!!!)______________________

With a contented hum, Jack let his head tilt back and his eyes flutter shut when the female decided to give some surprising attention to his neck. He chuckled, sighing softly.

“What'cha doin’ there, pumpkin..?”

[blue-haired-erotica]

He was never very forceful with her which was something she’d noticed even in that nightclub where they first met..

The way he lowly hissed said it all, and she continued. Knowing that he could stop her if he wanted to..

.. but neither of them seemed to want to even attempt that. Perhaps her earlier affection had worked somewhat. Initially she only was going in for kisses.

Pari continued to silently work his arousal under the desk. Wondering how long she would have to stay quiet for..

[kingof-hyperion]

Quiet noises of approval occasionally fell from his lips as she continued working on him. Every now and then Handsome Jack would glance at the watch on the wall of his office, every time patiently going back to working as the minutes seemed to pass by agonizingly slowly.

At some point one of the man’s hands found its way to Pari’s hair, absentmindedly moving to the back her head; not really guiding, more like resting.  

[kingof-hyperion]

-- Sorry I’ve been inactive over the weekend but exam week starts this Friday and I’m a small ball of anxiety until next Friday when it ends. I might do replies here and there to get my mind off of studying for a while! I’ll be back to my more frequent schedule after next week’s Friday!

I will still be reachable through my inbox and DM’s, feel free to send me anything!

[kingof-hyperion]

Have a quick doodle i made in class when i was bored ajsbdjagdhskahaja