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[phenikas]

Rhysothy Week 2026 │ Day 7 - Free Day / AU

originally I had this entire multi-page piece planned for the final day but eh, I don't feel like I'm ready to make it yet so here have Timtits (idea courtesy of @sal-lishhhh)

[ryzselo]

Rhysothyweek day 6 - A night out :3

All my works are in a very similar reddish palette so I tried to step away from it for a night scene

I suppose they snuck away to get some time alone on an exhausting corporate party

[rhysothyweek2026]

PROMPTS POST!

The prompts are here! Time to start preparing orrr just waiting till the date, if you feel like doing a challenge!

The event will be happening in January.

[celfda]

DAY 2! Flirt :P my ceo is doing NO work…

Lowk they’re doing more than flirting here probs OOPS

Got my old brushes back for this one too THANKKKKKK YOUUU

Close up :3

[ministry-of-acid]

💿🌴☀️Rhysothy week day 7-AU! What if Borderlands was a super cool rhythm game set in the late 90's and had the sickest rave soundtrack known to man? 🌊🍹🏖️

[rhysothyweek]

we hope everyone is ready - just 1 week till Rhysothy Week officially starts! happy barbenheimer week too. you just know our best guys will watch both

[bean-pole-art]

REBELYELL!

fandom: Borderlands relationship: Rhysothy word count: 17780 rating: M warnings: minor character death, destructions of cars, injury, violence summary: Hired as an assassin for the first time in years, Timothy has no idea where to go or what to do after the job. Until a car stops right before him.

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for Rhysothy Week day 7 prompt - AU

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Timothy didn’t mind his job. He just minded the mess.

Locked in some public restroom he scrubbed his hands clean. At this point he should be used to the mess, however the way blood got underneath his fingertips was too annoying not to take care of. Only because he forgot he was supposed to rob the guy before he killed him. Hence he stood there, the rose scented soap working its magic. At least he would smell good afterwards. Which wasn’t always the case.

Taking a hefty amount of water in his hands, he splashed his face around a little. Timothy took a good look at his face. Then he sighed. Same old, same old, same old everything he hated. Even after all this time.

It’s been a pretty long time since he went back to this city. Spending most of last year working around in the casinos of Las Vegas, Timothy truly never expected to be back. A convoluted story his life was, really. First he does some business with his CEO twin brother, then said brother sends him and his best friend on a mission to take care of his casinos. For the casinos to, of course, be overtaken by some of his brother’s goons who turned against him. And blamed Timothy since, well, he and his brother were almost identical, save for Timothy’s freckles and gaping scar across his face. Which started several long years of Timothy’s life, fixing up the messes. Especially with bloodthirsty fuckos that he was seeing on the daily. The usual.

Now he finally came back. Dealing with all the problems, he came back only to see his brother’s business grow exponentially. Shiny buildings and big areas. It was a thing to behold for sure. Just that his brother didn’t change at all and seemingly got even worse. And back home Timothy had only one thing to do – be the hired gun for that company.

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[guideofkeys]

Rhysothy Week 2023 Day 2: Here and now

The root of all evil

Summary: The Altas HQ is a mess. Rhys just found out because of whom. Heads will roll.

(ER; Crimson Lance Leader! Timothy/CEO!Rhys, Anu)

Timothy got distracted for a few moments, letting his mind drift: his attention focused on the winking of the luminaries outside the wide panoramic window and on the majestic view of Promethea shrouded in a haze of clouds far below. The fear of heights was still the weak point of the double, but this time the fear was losing to overwork. Timothy sighed, coming back to reality.

To his left, Rhys’ tense profile could be seen in the glass. He looked tired, irritated, like an ancient vampire who was unwillingly raised from a crypt. The black and scarlet stylish suit contrasted with his pale skin, and haggardness sharpened his facial features.

It had to be admitted that even exhausted and sleep-deprived, Rhys aroused Timothy's genuine interest. But, unfortunately, this time the director was waiting for guests.

“Don't you want to just throw it to the ethics department?”

Rhys frowned in the reflection.

“Shit, I still can't get used to it. And why do they even call it that?”

Timothy shrugged. For six months, he did not understand much about the internal kitchen of the corporation, which decided to lend a helping hand to Atlas. Anshin were guided by their unique philosophy, and even damage control was approached quite creatively. Although perhaps this approach reminded Timothy of tales about mad scientists.

“Maybe they consider using the guilty for good... ethical?”

“It's not without logic. But completely inhumane.”

"Should I remind you what she did?” Timothy arched an eyebrow. ”Are you really going to limit yourself to a reprimand and dismissal?”

“Yes. That's the right way.”

“Ugh-h.” Timothy rubbed his face. ”Baby. I don't know if I'm disappointed or impressed. Probably all together.”

“Thank you,” Rhys gave him a faint smile, but the next second his face turned into a cold, emotionless mask, because the flaps of the mechanical door that led to his office hissed apart. A figure in a white coat appeared in the doorway, walking forward slowly and uncertainly. Timothy noted to himself that she looked a bit boring for a destruction generator: dark-skinned, with dark hair tied in a messy bun and shifty, furtive eyes. And then he saw a strange-looking gun in her hands, and abruptly turned around, removing his own weapon from the safeguard.

“Who let you in with a gun?..” Timothy said seriously. "Or is this a mutiny attempt?"

“Mu… tiny,” the woman began to choke on her own breath. Then, she beat a fist in her chest and smiled proudly, stupidly. “No, no, I'm here about my… My…”

“My?..”

“Device!” she lifted the gun up in the air like some trophy.

Timothy shot a quick glance at Rhys. He kept a stony expression on his face, and except that he did not radiate irritation. There was a wicked, evil gleam in his eyes.

“Dr. D’har, you seem to have misunderstood something. Or have the events of the last two weeks slipped your mind?”

“L-last?” the woman folded her arms across her chest. Timothy felt an unbearable urge to roll his eyes.

“Yes. On the first of the month you released ten experimental jabbers from Department A22.2. Jabbers, on whom, by the way, your colleagues from Anshin tested the vaccine against the red plague, which is now spreading dangerously close to Promethea."

“M-m, uh-h…” she lowered her gaze to the floor, and did not answer anything intelligible.

“I'll ask you one question. Why?”

“This…” the woman paused for a moment, then quietly wheezed. ”Was the right thing to do.”

“That is, in your opinion, putting the crew at risk is the right thing to do.” Rhys shook his head. “People's lives don't mean anything to you, right?”

“No! I'm a-against violence!” she chattered.

“Of course,” Timothy stepped in.“And the fact that the laboratory turned out to be next to the weapons depot and these fucks grabbed our guns and began to shoot everything that moves - does not count. Yeah?”

“This... was an unaccounted factor.”

"Six lancers wounded and one dead!" Timothy snapped angrily. “The beasts spread the infection a god damn third of the crew still suffers from!”

The woman's complexion has acquired a hue of spoiled milk. But time passed, seconds dragged by, and there was no hint of an apology from her. Unable to stand it, Rhys rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed bitterly:

“Anshin insisted on your transfer to the ethics department.”

“De-partment…?”

”They are experimenting on humans," Timothy said. “On the guilty, like you.”

Anu, by the other side of the table, made an inarticulate sound - a mixture of a squeak and a high-pitched scream. Like a mouse in agony.

“...And I don't know why, but I defended you," Rhys looked into her eyes.  “You're fired.”

“B-but! But! Buuuut," Anu protested, holding out her toy. “I have a… Device. This...  is revolution!”

"I'm afraid to imagine in what area," Timothy drawled skeptically.

“My device doesn't kill! It sends people to... vacation!” The woman nodded eagerly. “A weapon without killing!”

Rhys and Timothy exchanged glances.

“Sends where?..” Rhys arched an eyebrow. ”Wait, so that’s where all that insanely expensive eridium that your department has been requesting went?”

“Yes. And yes... sends…” she breathed quickly. “Somewhere else.”

"Where else?" Timothy asked.

“Oh, I can demonstrate!”

Anu pointed the gun at Timothy, which made him tense instantly, but the woman froze as soon as she saw how Rhys slowly, dangerously slowly approached her.

“If you touch him, YOU will go on a "vacation" to the Promethean orbit. On foot," Rhys hissed low.

“And... I…” Anu stammered, smiling stupidly. “I can do something else!”

"How does it work?" the CEO asked more calmly.

And, in response to the incoherent bleating concluded:

“Amazing. You don't know how it works.”

“S-science!” Anu nodded, smiling.

"Jeez, even those Hyperion weirdos weren't THAT weird," Timothy clicked his tongue. “And they shoved pigeons into rockets.”

Timothy, noticing how tense Rhys was, came closer and put his hand on his shoulder. Whispering after:

“Honey?”

"I'm fine," Rhys exhaled loudly and ran his hand through his hair. “My husband is no lab rat for you. Is that clear?”

“Y-your... Oh…” the woman swallowed, to which Timothy gave a wide, predatory smile. There were rumors among the crew of the ship that he had specially done plastic surgery in order to look like the scoundrel of all scoundrels and intimidate people. Timothy was quite profitable to support them, because after Lor’s departure, anarchy reigned in the ranks of the Lance.

“So, this device of yours,” Timothy put his hands on his hips, began to examine it. “There's eridium in it. What for?”

“It copies the powers of sirens!” Anu blurted out in one breath.

“...And you have no idea how it works, or where what you shoot goes. Yes?” Rhys raised an eyebrow.

The woman nodded eagerly at this. Rhys let out another long, heavy sigh.

“I need coffee.”

"And I need sleep," Timothy muttered.

“Coffee first, then sleep. Together," Rhys seemed not to notice the woman still standing in front of him, turning to her only when she squeaked something incoherently.

“Go. Leave your device, I'll think about what to do with you later.”

“Oh! Y-you won't regret it!” Anu wailed, backing away to the exit. “I... this is a revolution!”

"Yes, yes," Timothy waved at her. However, when the doors behind the scientist hissed open, as it turned out, a jabber was standing behind her with a gun at the ready. Everything happened too quickly - the beast shot its own savior, and then, taking advantage of a hitch, Timothy shot it.

“...So that's who you wrote about in the reports.”

“Our Runaway. Yeah," Timothy chuckled.“Karma.”

“It looks like it.”

“And, didn't you want to deal with the problem here and now?”

“Where did all this cynicism come from?” Rhys snorted with displeasure, lightly nudging Timothy in the side. He laughed softly.

“Too little sleep, too much coffee.”

"It can be fixed," Rhys pressed the intercom button. “Send janitors.”