#starfruitspice

[terranatior]

I don't know how Tumblr assigns your paw but for me it's an orange paw when I boop you so ur booped specifically by my orange cat I've decided

EXCELLENT!!!!!!!

#A blessing!!! I love orange cats so much #Eli shoosh #Asks #Answered #starfruitspice

[crystalcaravanner]

My gift for @starfruitspice for the @bl-giftexchange ! Hope you like!!! :)

#starfruitspice #Rhack #Handsome Jack #Rhys #Borderlands #my art #I'm so sorry it's late!!!

[thethespacecoyote]

Trope! the trope of "oh no theres only one bed"

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

YESSS always something good~ I need to write some bedsharing again

#starfruitspice

[thirtysixsavefiles]

I dunno how to describe what my nickname for you is, but its somehow each word that makes up your name at once so thirsivfils or sometimes just "cool writer"

It is a bit of a mouthful! I think my brain tries to do that too. Also :D

(Nickname Meme)

#meme answers #starfruitspice

[nessiefromspace]

MY GORGEOUS VDAY CARD DEBT BY @starfruitspice!!!!!!! I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK THOU!!!

#Starfruitspice #Borderlands #Torgo #Mr. Torgue/Hugo Vasquez #Mr. Torgue #Hugo Vasquez #Valentine's Day

[borderlandsbigbang]

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Handsome Jack/Rhys, Rhys/Vasquez Tags: dragon!Jack, prince!Rhys, Alternate Universe, Arranged Marriage, Kidnapping, gentle rebellion, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Violence, Smut, Magic, disguises, NSFW

Summary:  A young prince, set to be married, finds himself trapped with no hope of escape in this engagement to a ruler of a neighboring kingdom. In a moment of what one might conceive as either brilliant luck or brilliant misfortune Rhys finds himself in the claws of a beast who seeks to keep the prince for his own. But what Rhys finds behind scales and claws is something that he didn’t expect at all.

AN: Art by @qvoro and @starfruitspice

#borderlands big bang #rhack #rhys #handsome jack #the gardens #onearmedmechanic #qvoro #starfruitspice

[handsomepeacock]

i know you from your hella cool art, and all around rad af personality!

stroke my ego pls

;v; you think my art is cool and my personality is rad? THANK YOU!!! AAAAHHHHHH *lays on ground and rolls away* >w

#ooc #your art is cute as heck and you have some badass manips #and you're so freaking awesome #starfruitspice

[championofsin]

🐰 rhys or jack

listen,, it was a gift

#handsome jack #handsome bee #borderlands #my art #just a sketch #blands #starfruitspice

[feywildfox]

if ur still looking for prompts, rhack fluffy meet-cute! always more fluff and meet-cutes!

this was cute one to do, i hope you like it!!!

Jack is tired, a small Angel cradled in his arms as he walks down the aisle of the grocery store, looking for the food items he needs. Sometimes being a single parent sucks and he wishes Angels mother never died, wishes that he could do what he wants and not be so responsible. But then he sees her tiny face, watches her blue eyes as they stare out at the world, and he falls a little more in love with her each time. She was perfect and chubby and beautiful and his child. And he loves her.

So he deals with the crying, the sleepless nights, the shit and the piss and the constant state of dirty he’s come to know. It’s a struggle, sure, but he pushes through it and he watches her grow a bit each day.

It’s as he’s reminiscing on this in the cereal aisle that a commotion towards the end draws his attention. He shifts Angel into a more secure grip and glances curiously down the way, wondering what the hell all the noise was about.

It’s a kid, standing next to a pile of boxes, eyes wide and mouth quivering. A younger man comes rushing up to them and starts talking, brushing the hair back off the kid’s forehead before hugging them. Jack shrugs and turns back to his own choices, staring boredly at Brazen Raisin and Fluffy Tuffy Toolios! They both look bland and unappealing, and Jack finds his attention slipping towards the (admittedly attractive) young man. Who it appears, is trying to calm the kid down from a quiet crying fit. Jack feels for him, as much as he can through the tiredness.

He pushes his cart slowly, starting to meander down the aisle towards the duo, realizing the cereal boxes littering the floor are actually the ones he’s looking for. How convenient he thinks, pausing a few feet away before finally bringing his cart up next to the mess.

Gently, he places Angel down into the small seat made for children, which is covered by his coat to make a more comfortable place for her.

Then he turns and kneels down, silently picking up box after box, placing them back in the gaping hole left behind.

“Um, sir, you don’t have to do that. I can, I just—” the young man is interrupted by a sniffle and

“Rhys I’m sorry I didn’t mean to he’s not gunna yell at me I’m sorry mister.”

Jack gives a quiet chuckle and responds as he continues to put away cereal boxes, “You’re fine kiddo. I need a box of these anyways, and they’re blocking the way so I might as well help out. You’re in no trouble at all buddy.” He gives a tired smile and continues on.

The man, Rhys, sighs, his shoulders slumping in relief, “Thank you. Now, Maddy, where’s your mom? I thought she was getting eggs, not cereal.”

The kid, Maddy, looks bashful. “I um. Wanted to help and I knew she had to get some cereal for Lee and Mari. So I came to get it by myself!”

“That was nice of you but you should have told someone. Now go find your mom while I help this nice man clean up okay?” Maddy nods and dashes off while Rhys stoops down and picks up five or so boxes in his arms, balancing them as he slowly shuffles towards Jack.

“Thank you, seriously. You can call me Rhys. I really owe you one for this, and not making Maddy cry.”

“It was no problem cupcake. Kids can be hard to handle, even when they’re not yours. Call me Jack.” He plucks a few of the boxes from Rhys’ grasp and puts them away, the floor slowly becoming cleaner as they work in silence.

Once the aisle is cleared, Jack stretches and checks on Angel, who is still sleeping soundly.

“She’s cute, what’s her name?” Rhys asks, coming up beside Jack and peering down at the small child.

Jack strokes her chubby cheek with a finger as he answers, voice soft,“Her name is Angel…Anyways, how about you buy me a coffee in return for helping you out? Here.” Jack digs around in the pocket of his jeans, coming up with a crumpled paper and a pen. He writes his number down and shoves the paper at Rhys. “Text me a day your free and we can get together or somethin’. I gotta finish shopping before Angel wakes up, she hates the store.”

“Oh! Uh, sure, sounds good. And thanks again Jack,” Rhys agrees, smiling up at Jack before walking off the way Maddy had gone.

It’s only ten minutes later Jack realizes that he’d also given Rhys his shopping list, and he curses himself. At least the coffee date would be nice.

#rhack #tales from the borderlands #handsome jack #borderlands #rhys the company man #starfruitspice #samwise writes

[sf-bl]

If you’ve never been a space station getting powerwashed by your adoring janitor, have you ever truly been loved at all? (Thanks to @starfruitspice for the truly beautiful concept of Rhys power-washing Helios Jack.)

#rhack #let people be space stations #janitor rhys #ai handsome jack

[thethespacecoyote]

11 for the caretaker thing!

i had fun with this! i like thinking of new ways for these two jerks to end up hurting themselves (and then being taken care of)

They say it takes a few days to regrow an organ—yes, even with the money and resources of Handsome Jack backing it. It’s a hard pill for Rhys to swallow, considering he’s so used to any of his own hurts being treated within the day, sometimes even the hour of when he first brings it up to Jack. But he doesn’t have the energy to fight them on it, not while he’s still recovering from seeing a mercenary’s blade slash open his boyfriend’s throat.

Those first, horrible seconds where he’d felt absolutely sure that Jack had died still swirl around his mind as he tries to listen to the doctor. He holds Jack’s hand on the hospital bed, unwilling to let go now. He’s heavily sedated and his throat is covered in white gauze and medical tape instead of blood and strings of flesh, but Rhys can’t forget, no matter how much he just wants to focus on the path ahead.

The bleeding has stopped. Now the hard part begins.

The hospital lets Jack go home as soon as he’s stable, other injuries well on their way to healing. They reverse his sedation, leaving him groggy and loaded on pain meds but otherwise awake. Rhys helps his boyfriend into the Hyperion-branded wheelchair, taking last minute instructions from the doctor before an armed entourage leads them back to the penthouse.

Rhys may not have the clout of his injured boyfriend, but he can be commanding enough in a pinch.

Once they’re back home Rhys finally lets himself relax a bit, the comforting scents washing away the smell of disinfectant and residual blood the former hasn’t managed to scrub away. He carefully wheels Jack into the bedroom, murmuring soft encouraging words that he’s not sure his boyfriend comprehends as he steers the chair over the carpet and to the bedside.

Jack murmurs unintelligible in response as Rhys carefully slides one hand under his knees and the other under his back. Usually, it’s the other way around Rhys’ brain unhelpfully supplies as he hefts his boyfriend up into his arms with as much care as he can muster. Jack’s definitely a lot heavier than the stacks of paper and cups of coffee Rhys is used to carrying around, but with the cybernetic he manages, situating Jack in the middle of the bed with pillows propping up his head.

Dull blue and green flicker beneath Jack’s eyelids as he struggles to keep them open. Rhys leans over him with a quiet shush, leaving the chair at the bedside in case Jack needs to use the bathroom.

“You can go back to bed, okay? Don’t force yourself to stay away if you don’t want to.” The doctor told him Jack needs two pills every six hours, and he’d taken one right before they left. He can afford to sleep.

Jack mumbles something Rhys can’t understand before his eyelids slowly start to slid shut. Rhys waits a couple seconds, watching his boyfriend, before he straightens up and makes to leave with a hundred preparations for the days to come spinning in his brain. But then Jack starts and his hand clumsily flails out, knocking against Rhys’ wrist. The young man turns back, alarmed, to see Jack’s eyes wide open now, and filled with something he doesn’t want to see—not twice in one day, not after cradling his boyfriend’s body in his arms and watching his pulsing throat bleed out.

Fear.

“Hey no, no,” Rhys tries to soothe as Jack’s throat works futilely underneath the bandages. He pushes away the chair and sits on the edge of the bed, cybernetic palm firmly planted on the mattress as he strokes the side of Jack’s face. “I know you can’t talk right now and uh, please don’t or your doctor will be mad…”

Jack seems to relax a bit at his touch, his face turning to the side to nuzzle more against Rhys’ palm.

“I just want you to know though, that I’m not going anywhere. Okay? I’m not leaving you.”

It feels corny, like Rhys is making a promise in a vintage movie, but Jack seems to take it at face value. His eyes go to flutter back closed, and after a moment his shoulders properly relax as he gives into the pull of exhaustion once more.

Rhys doesn’t leave his side, though, not until a few hours later when he wakes Jack up for his pain medication.

The next day is both harder and easier.

Jack’s far more lucid than before, and freaks out a little less when Rhys has to excuse himself to use the bathroom or make some food. He takes his pills obediently and drinks water when Rhys presses a glass to his lips.

But Rhys can tell he’s not comfortable with not being able to speak.

He keeps opening his mouth, expecting that commanding tone and “sharp” wit to come flooding out, and though he understands what’s happening there’s still always a moment of bemusement before reality hits back in, and that moment is as painful for Rhys to watch as it surely is for the CEO to experience.

It must be hard for a man like Jack, who has always tasked himself to fill his own silence. There’s nothing now to keep the space around him occupied, to speak aloud in attempt to feel less alone.

Thankfully, Rhys is here.

There’s an old ECHO tablet he has from back before he got his cybernetics installed. It hasn’t been touched in years, but thankfully still boots up when connected to the wireless charger. Jack raises his eyebrow when Rhys first slips it into his hand, until he switches over to the text function.

“See? Maybe it’s not the same, but it’ll do for right now, you think?” Jack’s other eyebrow joins the first one, creasing his forehead. “Give it a try?”

Jack smirks, before tapping his fingers against the screen. Rhys sits patiently on the edge of the bed until the CEO turns the tablet towards him.

Hi cupcake, the glowing blue letters on the screen display.

Rhys snorts.

“Hey, Jack.”

For the first time since the incident, that gets him a smile. Rhys can’t help but grin back as Jack turns the screen back towards himself, tapping out a longer message before flipping it back for Rhys to see.

Kind of quiet without me, huh? You’re gonna have to work on being more entertaining.

“Entertaining, huh?” Rhys puts his hand to his chest in mock affront. “I’m a little more focused on making sure you’re properly washed and clothed and fed, mister.”

Jack clicks his tongue in a amusement, propping the ECHO on his chest as he snuggles deeper into the bed. His whole demeanor seems brighter as he types, grateful to have a proper means of communication outside of frustrating gestures and expressions.

Speaking of food, I’m starving. What did that quack say I could eat?

“Uh, soft things mostly? I had them deliver a lot of stuff so I didn’t have to go out…mashed potatoes, apple sauce, protein drinks…”

Jack wrinkles his nose, adding ew, I’m not a baby after the end of his last message.

“So you say…” Rhys teases lightly before rubbing his chin. “Well, uh…what do you want? As long as it’s not too solid I can get you whatever.”

Jack’s expression crinkle in thought for a moment, before a wide, toothy grin spreads across his face. He quickly deletes the previous message before turning the screen back to Rhys.

Ice cream. Jack’s eyes twinkle with delight over the top of the tablet.

“Oh, you’re really milking this aren’t you?” Under normal circumstances Rhys might be offended over Jack asking him to sacrifice a portion of his super hard-earned ice cream stash. But, well. He had survived an assassination attempt, hadn’t he?

And if a little bit of ice cream is the thing to keep Jack happy and healthy then well, Rhys is more than willing to take the hit.

#spacetext #rhack #fanfic #long post #injury #tftbl #i had fun with this one! i like these prompts #starfruitspice

[hyperionbastard]

Alright here’s what I drew for the lovely @starfruitspice for the borderlands gift exchange!! It’s the first time I’ve participated in something like this so I hope you like it! :DD

#blgiftexchange2019 #borderlands gift exchange #rhack #rhys strongfork #handsome jack

[handsomepeacock]

starfruitspice replied to your photo: The most important thing you can do in TPS is feed...

Where is this? I wanna feed fishies!!!!

It is at the room that leads to R&D

#starfruitspice #ooc #gotta look around a little but the fishies are there

[tomiyeee]

fic meeeeme

tagged by @thatsoneginger~~

Slowburn or Love at First Sight

Fake Dating or Secretly Dating

Enemies to Lovers or Best Friends to Lovers (both are good but bff=>lovers doesnt have enough h*rny energy)

“Oh no, there’s Only One Bed” or Long Distance Correspondence

Hurt/Comfort or Amnesia (!!!!!!!!!!)

Fantasy AU or Modern AU (imagine ur otp..but with cell phones)

Mutual Pining or Domestic Bliss

Smut or Fluff (i like drawing fluff more but its kinda boring to read sometimes)

Canon-Compliant/Missing Scenes or Fix-It (because most of the time my favorite characters DIE)

Alternate Universe or Future Fic

One Shot or Multi-chapter

Kid Fic or Road trip Fic (dont really care for either but i care for kids less)

Reincarnation or Character Death (same reason as fix-it)

Arranged Marriage or Accidental Marriage (haven’t read either but i dont even know what accidental marriage means)

High School Romance or Middle-Aged Romance

Time Travel or Isolated Together (i guess???)

Neighbours or Roommates

Sci Fi AU or Magic AU (fuck science, i want sparkles)

Body swap or Gender change (neither really but genderswap fics make me uncomfy)

Angst or Crack (!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Apocalyptic or Mundane (everyone gets a fallout au)

gonna heckin tag..... @evilwriter37 @thenameisfame @starfruitspice

#equishit #would tag more but im not sure who actually reads fics a lot

[purge-that-urge-rhackathon]

Hiya! So I recently got into borderlands, thanks to a friend dragging me in, and I fell in love with the Rhack ship! I heard that there was a discord out there? Is it still open? And are new people welcomed? I'm mainly asking you cause I mean. Looking at your blog I think we have a similar taste in Borderlands ships =v=

Thank your friend for me and welcome to the fold ahahah xD YAAASSS This is @starfruitspice‘s rhack discord its AWESOME and positive and completely inclusive and as long as you’re not a dickhead or a bigot then folks are welcome :D https://discord.gg/8QGSxk3 hehehe :D

We love this asshole^ But yes we actively still discuss shipping and fun and ALL kinds of ideas, it’s a great place to try to flesh out things for AUs or just chat or whatever, very organized (got channels for everything- gen, nsfw, badwrong, art stuff, fic stuff, etc etc :D) and respectful in terms of trigger warnings/using spoilers and just everyone being cool :) Check it out, see if it’s to your speed and welcome to the trash bin! AHAHAH

#poisonjack answers #i got your lovely review on ao3 as well thank you!! :D ive got over 100 comments i need to get back to so... that will take a while #BUT THANK YOU <3 <3 hahaha xD #i guess i'd be the blog to ask about this right? ahahha xD #are there any big borderlands blogs still active? my own feed here has dried up as i dont visit tags but just reblog from friends #AND ITS BEEN SO SLOW GOODNESS #or everyone is just mad busy xD ive spent the past 3 days kind of offline getting household shit done and im seeing star wars today HA! #rhack is deep in my skin you'll never remove it AHAHAH XD

[ao3feed-rhack]

Milky Rhys

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2PovRLz

by StarfruitSpice

Honestly if you read the tags you know what's happening here.

Jack tries to steal Rhys's milk in the breakroom, ends up drinking from the source.

Words: 1691, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Borderlands (Video Games)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Rhys (Borderlands), Handsome Jack (Borderlands)

Relationships: Handsome Jack/Rhys (Borderlands)

Additional Tags: Male Lactation, Lactation, Medically Induced Lactation, Lactation Kink

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2PovRLz

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #rhack