#borderlands handsome jack

[krc-draws]

“18 pounds of cokane”

I return fuckers!

Had this absolutely horribly brilliant idea while at work to redraw the Celestial meme but with Jack and Angel

10/10 best idea ever I really hope no one else has done this 👁️👁️

[kolbasos]

theres not enough art of jack spending time with his lovely pony

[rottemp]

Forever a part of you

[claptrapp]

he was a fairy 🧚‍♂️🧚‍♂️🧚‍♂️🧚‍♂️🧚‍♂️🧚‍♂️🧚‍♂️🧚‍♂️

[diertlag]

art for trade with @kolbasos <3

[faeriekorr]

Merry Christmas and happy Holidays 🎁🎄

Someone from a rhack discord server I am in, gave my the idea awhile back!

Simply had to draw this cute wholesome moment - and make Jack a good dad for the holidays ✨🌸

[lorablat]

[would-you-punt-them]

Handsome Jack (Borderlands Series)

[handsometheo]

Hi! I was just wondering if I could request a handsome jack x awkward reader headcannons, if that's okay?

YESSS thank you so much! I tend to keep head canons short and sweet so this is very much appreciated with my currently tired self. I'll put this in the fluff section cause I don't want this to be anything angsty as of right now.

Borderlands #1 - Imagine (? Kinda?)

Character/s: Handsome Jack, Awkward! Reader

Warnings: Well it's Borderlands so you should prob be prepared for anything relating to that, but it's not focused on all that. Fluff (I know the Horror!)

Masterlist

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First off let's start with how you met. He, the show off big boss of Hyperion, and you, a low level worker just minding your own business, just happened to cross paths. Him being absolutely shameless just had to say something as he passed by you, "You're hot."

I know, he's so elegant with his words..

From then on, he kept noticing you pop up in communal areas. His eyes often scanned over crowds to find your face. You on the other hand, we're trying to avoid him. Assuming he was messing with you.

He got so fed up with looking for you, that oh! Look at you go, you suddenly got a huge promotion to the CEO's secretary.

From then on he's always trying to get your attention. Anything just for you to look at him. You, however, struggle to keep your eyes on his when he's talking to you.

He's the star of the show and you hide from the spotlight, and surprisingly he let's you stay in your shadows. He doesn't push you after a while and he actually treats you like a person, a friend.

He's secretly a nerd (as in its not part of his whole persona) so he will have an hour or two around lunch time ish and nerd out about some cool designs that he's gonna take credit for or some adjustments to the Loader bots.

You get a different Jack to everyone else.

You get Jack. The programmer, the space nerd, the hero. Whereas everyone else gets Handsome Jack, a massive jagoff.

(But we love him either way)

He's definitely been scary to you once or thrice. When he's screaming his head off with idiots that don't understand his 'genius', he's definitely snapped at you. Your shocked face usually snaps him out of it.

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That ended up going a bit longer than I originally expected but I wanted to try and not make it too long but not too short either. :)

Hope that was fine!

[kolbasos]

jack n angel core

[rottemp]

Don't go thinking you're alone in this. You've got me. Remember? I'm not going anywhere

I got a little carried away with background and expressions, so what started as an illustration of one of my favourite scenes in How They Met Themselves (by Wheat From Chaff) is now is an art heavily inspired by the said scene. I'm just always so obsessed with the intimacy of Tim's tragedy as a doppelganger, and this fic brings it to a whole new level

[claptrapp]

some of my favourite borderlands/jack memes

[mazzikns]

Started tattooing! 💪

[thissharktypes]

Into the Border-verse: 3

3 - Sparking up a friendship

You’re pulled from your dreams by humming and quiet clattering behind you. Sitting up you groggily rub the gunk from your eyes and yawn, arms stretching high above you, fully regretting your choice to sleep on the floor. “Well hello there sleepyhead!” You turn to see Jack rummaging around on your bed, picking up random things you had in your backpack “There’s breakfast on the counter for you princess.” He motions towards the kitchenette where a spread of food catches your attention. Your stomach growls harshly, reminding you of just how long it had been since you ate. Trudging over to a chair, dragging the blanket with you, you pile a bit of everything on your plate, fork in hand you happily munch on new and familiar foods. Pancakes, yes, weird shiny fruit, no, red squishy thing, yes, blue hard thing, no. You rank each item in your head as you slowly try bites here and there, every once in awhile glancing over at Jack who was now sprawled out on your bed flicking through a book you had stuffed in your bag months ago and forgotten about “It’s a smutty book.” You say through a mouthful of something similar to a biscuit, Jack looks over at you, an eyebrow raised so high it almost touches his hairline “Why read it when you can just go out and get it.” he groans and tosses the book down. Pink slowly creeps up your neck and cheeks so you duck your head down and focus on the food. Jack lets out a soft “Oh?” and you feel his hand gliding through your hair “I know that flustered look,” he smirks, pearly white teeth distracting you momentarily “Somebody hasn’t gotten laid in awhile~” his voice pitches up, practically singing his mockery. You shrink into your blanket, food now ignored as your face heats up even more, Jacks giggling cuts off “Wait a minute.” he grabs your face and forces you to face him, your eyes looking everywhere but his “Look at me babydoll.” you swallow, the last of your food almost getting caught as you finally make eye contact. His eyes slowly scan your face, your shaking hands, your leg bouncing nervously “You’re a virgin!” he gasps “Virginity is a social construct, it doesn’t exist.” you roll your eyes, trying to mask your nervousness “ Mmhmm, whatever, I’m just saying,” he leans in closer “Nobody’s ever dipped inside your honey pot.” whatever amount of nervousness disappears and you fake gag “Never say that again.” you pull away, gathering your blanket dramatically “Absolutely disgusting way to say that.” you huff, shoving your pile of stuff to the side so you could sit on the bed “Alright, I’ll rephrase,” he holds up his hands in surrender “Nobodies ever fucked your pus-” he’s cut off as a pillow sails through the air, hitting him square in the face. 

You freeze, momentarily forgetting that he was in fact, Handsome Jack, the murderous, serious anger issues and easily pissed off, Handsome Jack. Fear contorts your face and you shift backwards, poised to run. Jack stares at the pillow on the ground “Did you just throw a pillow at me?” he finally looks back at you, taking in your position, like a terrified gazel being spotted by a lion, you dart away, blanket dropping behind you as you shove the door open and book it down the hallway, not even risking facing his wrath. Your heart pounds as you slip on the smooth floors, socks barely giving you traction as you dip around a corner and see an open office, the lights off you can only hope there’s nobody inside as you slide in the room looking for somewhere to hide as angry footsteps come closer. You squeeze yourself inside an empty cabinet, the smell of must papers filling your nose as you pull the door shut.

You swear he can hear your heavy breathing so you clamp your hand over your mouth and squeeze your eyes shut, willing yourself to not cry. Heavy footsteps trail into the room and you shake, so afraid of the outcome of your stupid lack of impulse control. Hinges creak but you refuse to open your eyes, hoping and praying to every deity you could think of that it wasn’t your cabinet that he opened. A soft sigh, followed by shifting, a shoe squeaks against the floor “You can come out little one.” you whimper, eyes finally opening and seeing a frowning Jack bent down in front of you, shaking, glossy eyed and trembling lips, you crawl out from your hiding spot, keeping your eyes on the ground, not wanting to face the end of your very short life. 

A hand slowly comes into view “As much as I’d like to have you on your knees for me, this isn’t what I’d be into pumpkin.” His voice is surprisingly soft and you hesitantly look up at him. Though a frown tugs his eyebrow down in and intimidating expression, there's a flash of kindness in his eyes. You look down at his waiting hand and back up to his face two more times before finally grasping it so he can pull you up.

[artfromtheborderlands]

Many Jacks