#tag+tftb

[1111um]

"You're way better at killing people than I am."

(part i) (part ii)

[borderlands-confess]

I .love Vaughn so so much I want to throw him into a blender and turn him to pulp yayyy the light of my life my dear friend Vaughn Borderlands I miss him dearly it makes me SICK.

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[the-forces-that-bind]

Preping for whumptober! But the guys keep being silly instead of being in pain.

[tatsuki-fujimotos-toe-beans]

Very reluctantly opened up my dating apps to include men and I've been getting spam liked and it fucking sucks because like... The more guys I see the more I realize I don't want them I literally just want him specifically. I want that man with the nice voice and the nice beard and nice hands and he has probably forgotten about me completely. Like it's so so sad and I know it's sad but I can't help it. I just want him to pin me up against the wall and make out with me omg...

[incognitotoro]

20 (10) Opening Lines

Thanks for the tag @fedonciadale, but i’ve only got 10 fics so that’ll have to do :P

1. Same as it ever was (Dramione, M, my current WIP)

The Headmaster’s office looked much the same as it always had; every inch of wall covered in either bookshelves or portraits, the penseive and other complicated and mysterious magical objects sealed away in a large glass cabinet, and of course, the enormous desk dominating the room.

2. The weather outside is frightful (Dramione, E, smutty snowed in oneshot)

“This is your fault, you know,” snapped Hermione, shivering as a bitter breeze sent a few snowflakes skidding through the gap under the door.

3. The Lesser Evil (Dramione, T, from a twitter prompt, Hermione tries blind dates while Draco watches with heart eyes.)

Hermione thanked the waiter as he showed her to the table, willing the butterflies in her stomach to calm down.

4. There’s a Kind of Magic in Masks (Dramione, E, Masquerade ball)

 Ms Hermione Granger,    You are cordially invited to a masquerade ball commemorating the tenth anniversary of the end of the second Wizarding War.

5. Earthly Delights (Pansy/Neville, E, set at the same masquerade, porn with feelings.)

Pansy wasn’t having a good night, and this fact made her more annoyed than any of the many little irritations that had led her to this point.

6. Reverie (Zutara- ATLA, E, my first longfic, Katara breaks up with Aang and visits Zuko on a whim, fluff ensues.)

It had all started with a cold.

7. An Education (My first Dramione, M, Hermione has to teach Draco about muggle stuff, belligerant sexual tension x10000)

Hermione sat on the plush seats outside the Minister for Magic's office.

8. T’was the Night Before Mercenary Day (Rhys/Fiona, Tales from the Borderlands, E, established relationship holiday smut.)

Rhys felt the tiredness in his bones as he trudged back up to his apartment, dragging him down as if he was in double gravity.

9. Echoes of Pandora (Rhys/Fiona, T, was going to be a longfic but is likely never going to be finished.)

Fiona never could help herself, she always had to know.

10. Too Close For Comfort (Rhys/Fiona, E, my first ever fanfic, short story starting with a drunken almost-kiss.)

Rhys and Fiona sat opposite each other in the makeshift Helios cafeteria.

I think my favourite is number 2. I love writing banter so much, which is probably why I got sucked into the inescapable black hole of Dramione in the first place. If you haven’t played Tales from the Borderlands, I would 10/10 recommend it, so, so funny. Telltale game set in the Borderlands universe, but you don’t have to have played the other Borderlands games to enjoy it.

Basically all the authors I know have already been tagged, so i guess anyone who wants to play!

[1111um]

Oh. That's Gore. that's gore of my comfort character.

[the-forces-that-bind]

Oracle! Figured i could post a quick doodle page like I did with Spirit, then spent hours digitalizing it. Whoopsie! Oh well. His hat doesn't usually look that green, but the lighting was acting up kdkydkydm. Alt version with a blue hat underneath:

[pandoranrabbit]

" 'Workers have rights. The rights to shut the fuck up' was something I heard more than once workin' for Hyperion. Always muttered under the breath of the higherups. That was funny, seein' how many times you could hear people begging to be given forgiven for the smallest things. You didn't usually see them around the next day."

[sampoststuff]

Hey so I know I’m late to this, like super ultra late, but I’ve wanted to do the six fan arts challenge for a while, so feel free to request six characters. I’m willing to do up to two posts of this, if there’s any extra that aren’t up to six or twelve, I’ll just make separate drawings with them,

I’ll tag with what have drawn and/or posted before, or anything that I like but haven’t posted that much (or at all) before, and if you request anything else from another fandom then please inform me on what the character is from (chances are I’ll know by association but I always like to be thorough and accurate if that makes sense).

[utopianoverlord]

💕 seems fitting. you know, like meant to be; ↳ a rhyiona playlist (tales from the borderlands) [spotify] 

[cmpanyman]

heeeeeeeeyyyyyyy

new, independent rhys // tales from the borderlands blog here. care to give this post a like / reblog if you’re interested with writing with me? and i’ll hop on over onto your blog and throw you an ask or IM so we can get down to some plotting! 

ayyyy, thank you !!! *finger guns out of here*

[gsremade]

Since you’re open to request could I ask for a lil rhyiona thingy? Maybe something short and sweet? Thanks in advance unless u can’t do it in which case just ignore me lol

They’re standing at the base of an old signal tower, light from Elpis shining down on the flats around them and reflecting off the parts of the metal framework that aren’t rusted to all hell.

“I don’t like heights,” Rhys informs Fiona for what must be about the hundredth time as they both consider the structure in front of them.

He can see her nod in his peripheral. “I know you don’t.”

“Is that why you neglected to tell me until the very last second that the fuse you needed me to replace was at the top of goddamn Barad-dûr?”

“The top of… what?”

Rhys sighs, bringing up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Never mind.”

A cool breeze rolls through, making him shiver. As if it wasn’t already bad enough that Fiona dragged him all the way out here at whatever unholy hour of the night it is right now. He genuinely has no idea how she even convinced him to do this in the first place, considering he has a pile of overdue paperwork collecting dust on his desk and a meeting with a potential investor first thing tomorrow morning.

There’s plenty of other things he could be doing right now. Plenty of other things.

And yet here he is, standing around in the middle of nowhere with his shoulders hiked up around his neck and bouncing on the balls of his feet to try to generate some semblance of warmth like a jackass.

“Sooo.” Fiona bumps her hip pointedly against his. “Are we going up or what?”

Rhys scoffs in her direction, fisting his hands in his sleeves. “Somewhere along the line, I think you started severely overestimating how much I’m willing to risk my life for you.”

“Oh, come on,” she says. “It’s not that tall. You wouldn’t die if you fell. Well, okay, you probably would. But it would be quick and painless!”

He rolls his eyes. “That is sooo not reassuring.”

Huffing impatiently, she stomps around to stand right in front of him and plants her hands on her hips. “Look, I told Sasha I would take care of this before tomorrow because we all know how cranky everybody gets when the radio isn’t working. August opens his stupid mouth way more often and Athena threatens to kill everybody at least twice an hour and Sasha spends so much time trying to pry those two apart that nothing ever gets done. Annoying pop music is the only thing that keeps us all from self destructing.”

Rhys thinks- and not for the first time- that he is very lucky to have his own private office. “If you were going to take care of it, then why am I here?”

“Because,” she starts, and then falters for a moment before continuing, “I… sort of broke it even more and now I don’t know how to fix it.”

He blinks a few times. “Broke… what, exactly?”

“The fuse? I think?” she says, but it sounds more like a question than a statement. “It was stuck in there pretty good so I tried to rip it out, but, well.”

She makes this vague hand gesture that he’s not sure actually conveys anything meaningful, but he thinks he gets the gist.

“I know it’s a lot to ask for,” she continues, “but I could really use your help on this one. Plus we’re kind of already out here and it’s a half hour walk back to base, so.” She steps forward to lay a hand on his arm. “Please.”

Shaking his head and trying to fight back the impending sense of doom twisting his stomach into knots, Rhys motions towards the very unsafe looking ladder on the side of the tower. “After you.”

It’s a long way up, the structure creaking and groaning ominously around them and the metal railing shuddering with every tiny shift of their weight. He half expects the entire thing to come crashing down before they even make it to the maintenance platform, but the structural integrity of the tower remains sound and they get up to where they need to be in one piece.

It’s colder and breezier up here than it was down below, but at least the view is sort of nice in its own barren and desolate way. The flat desert around them is cast in a purpley hue, sporadic gusts of wind kicking up sand clouds all across the landscape. Even the sky looks different, somehow more vast and unending than it had looked from the ground.

The ground that is. Very far away. He can see that once he makes the grave mistake of looking all the way down.

Shit.

He stumbles backwards until his back hits the central beam of the tower to get a safe distance away from the edge. Which might have been way more helpful had the platform they’re standing on right now been made of something solid instead of grated panels, because he can still see just how high in the air they are through the slats. He squeezes his eyes shut, willing his heart to stop pounding and his breathing to slow because dammit, he’s fine, nothing bad is going to happen and everything is fine.

But what if it’s not? What if the supports start collapsing, or what if the rails around the perimeter give way and one of them falls, or what if what if what if-

“Hey,” Fiona says softly as she takes his hands from where they’re clenched into fists at his sides and carefully works her fingers between his. “Hey. Look at me.”

“I don’t like heights,” he tells her again without opening his eyes. “I really, really, really don’t like heights.”

“I know.” She runs her thumb over the back of his knuckles, and her hands are so warm compared to his. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t- I didn’t know this would be-” He can hear her take a breath and blow it back out. “It’s okay, Rhys. You’re okay.”

That’s funny, because they’re, like, hundreds of feet in the air right now, which definitely doesn’t feel okay. But he forces himself to focus on the sensation of her tracing shapes over the back of his hand until he feels less panicky and more just incredibly, nauseatingly anxious. Which, frankly, still sucks, but at least it’s a considerable step down from before.

Once he feels like he’s able to, he cracks open his eyes enough to look down at her. She’s watching him so carefully, so tenderly, green eyes wide and searching as she continues to hold his hands in her own. And then she smiles up at him, a little hesitant, a little crooked, but still full and warm and earnest.

“Better?” she asks.

He’s not sure how to answer that. It still feels the same- the paralyzing fear of being in danger of plummeting to his death at any moment. But it’s also different, somehow. Farther away. Like he’s here with her and everything else is just a step or two behind them, looming right over his shoulder and chattering viciously in his ears but never quite able to catch all the way up.

So. Maybe not better, not in the sense that it’s all magically gone away. Maybe just… easier.

“A little,” he finally decides to say for simplicity’s sake, and then clears his throat a bit awkwardly. “I, uh. Might have to throw up here in a second, but-”

She takes a very generous step away from him at that. “Over the railing, not on me, please and thank you.”

Wow. He guesses he just found the limits of her helpful patience. Brutal. Rhys gives her the flattest look he can muster. “I was kidding.”

Fiona gives him an even flatter look in return, clearly disbelieving. “If any of it gets on me, I swear I’ll push you over the edge.”

He doesn’t doubt it. After he’s actually sure he really isn’t going to puke, he turns to make his way around the platform towards the fuse box. Fiona attempts to explain what she did as he struggles to figure out how in the hell she even jacked it up this badly. The fuse she tried to pull out wasn’t even the one that was busted. He tells her as much but she doesn’t believe him, insisting that she, quote, “Knows a blown fuse when she sees one, goddammit.”

Which she clearly doesn’t, otherwise he wouldn’t be having to fix her mess right now. She doesn’t have a lot more to say once he points that out. But she does shoot lots of dirty looks in his direction as he finishes the job she attempted to start, like it’s his fault that she can’t handle the cold, hard truth.

Once he replaces the correct fuse and fixes the one Fiona messed with, the lights on the tower come back on and everything seems to be functional. Rhys lets out a deep sigh of relief when they finally get back down on the ground where they belong, swearing to himself up and down that if Fiona ever asks him to do anything like this again, he’s changing his name and moving to the Southern Shelf to dig a complex tunnel system in a snowbank so he can live out the rest of his life in relative peace.

He’s so busy fantasizing about his future as a hermit that he doesn’t notice Fiona creeping up behind him until she pokes him in his ribs to get his attention. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he gripes back, spinning around to catch her hand before she can jab him again because dammit, she knows how ticklish he is.

But it doesn’t appear that her intention is to start a tickle fight, because she rolls her eyes and shakes her wrist free of his grip to twine their fingers together instead.

“I didn’t get to say thank you before you were hauling ass down the ladder,��� she says, taking a few steps closer. “So, you know. Thank you. I mean it. And I’m sorry for tricking you to get you out here in the first place.”

Sighing, he brings his free hand up to tuck a loose lock of hair behind her ear. “You do know if you had just told me, I still would have helped, right?”

“Would you have, though?”

Rhys has to think about it for a second. Like, really think about it. “Okay, yeah, no. Probably not.”

She grins and stands on her toes to press her lips gently against his. He’s not sure if she means it more as an apology or just as an incentive to stop being mad, but either way, it’s surprisingly effective. She lowers herself down to stand flat on her feet again after a minute and he follows her, making her huff out a laugh against his mouth that turns into a sigh when he runs a hand up her side. Her breath catches when he pulls her closer by her hips, and he swallows a groan when she closes her teeth down on his bottom lip. When she starts to pull back, he catches her, pulling her close again and again to give her fleeting kisses until she swats him away with a laugh.

“That was easy,” she tells him as she moves both her arms up to wind them around his neck. “One kiss and I’m already forgiven. I’ll have to remember that for next time.”

“Hey, don’t you dare make me feel cheap,” he pouts as he slides his hands past her coat to run his thumbs along the seams of her vest. “And who said you were forgiven? I’m obviously still furious. Seething with rage, actually.”

She nods. “Right. Of course. Luckily, I know exactly what buttons to push to get back on your good side.”

He raises an eyebrow at her dubiously. “And… what buttons would those be?”

“I don’t want to spoil the surprise,” she says. “But I’ll give you a hint.”

“Okay, shoot.”

“Two words.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You and me.”

“Right.”

“In your bed.”

Rhys makes this big show of mulling it over before gasping dramatically and releasing her to grab her by the shoulders. “Pillow forts?”

Fiona laughs so loud it echoes across the plains, taking him by the hand and not letting go the entire way home.

[brilliantfantasticgeronimo]

this is a v late sorry bday gift for my friend @oodlyenough, who's really into the characters rhys, fiona and sasha from telltale's tales from the borderlands.

(my comic handwriting is terrible so here's what they say:)

Rhys: you seriously couldn't come up with an *original* present? What kind of sister are you? Fiona: I bought this weeks in advance! you stole this present idea from *me*! Rhys: And I *thought* of it first, so you were the copycat. Fiona: That's just- ugh! whatever! Sasha's gonna hate you for this, not me!

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Sasha: Noooo wayyyyy!!!! DUAL BLASTERS???!!! seriously, you guys R O C K!!!!

[copperpicture]

just my onions :)

[1111um]

"This is what success looks like."

(part i) (part ii)

[borderlands-confess]

I'm so normal rn. Thinking about the (multifandom, multi-timeline) rp server I was in with a few friends that had endgame Holorhys (tftbl Rhys), Timoxisha, and rhack (bl3 Rhys)..

Jack cheating on Nisha with Rhys(3) arc.. and finding true love by the end of it??

Rhys(tftbl) being in some weird love triangle with Holo AND Jack?!!?

Tim being emotionally and sexually manipulated by Jack 💔💔

TIM X MORDECAI SUBPLOT ?1!1!1!1!

Nisha sexually manipulating Tim and being horrible before Tim forgives her and they repair their relationship!1!1!1

TIMOTHY TRANSFEM ARC?1?1!1!1!1!1

Small Zer0 x Fl4k that ended up happening!1!1!

Moxxi, Tim, and Nisha all sobbing crying in their polycule of "Jack abused us".. AND HAVING A VERY HEARTFELT CONVERSATION ABOUT HOW EVEN IF JACK IS REDEEMING HIMSELF AND TRYING TO BE BETTER, THEY'D ACCEPT RHYS INTO THEIR FRIENDGROUP IF THINGS WENT SOUTH BECAUSE THEY ALL KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO BE USED BY JACK.

Angel and Tim found family??

Angel and Holo tragic found family ??? (He can never be a true father to her 💔)

I loved this rp so much you don't even UNDERSTAND.

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