#companywrath

[companypride]

@companywrath

Apparently Rhys had reached that level of rich and famous that he couldn't walk around Promethea on his own anymore. Good to know. Lesson learned the second the knife went between his ribs. He wouldn't leave Atlas HQ without a bodyguard again.

He was lucky the mugger didn't try to take his cybernetics somehow. They were worth more than anything else on him. The mugger hadn't even really talked to Rhys--Rhys didn't even know they were there until he felt pain. He thought someone had punched him. Then he felt the blood.

The mugger dragged him into an alleyway. Rhys tried to fight back, but his limbs quickly stopped responding and he went limp. He was collapsed on the ground as the mugger dug through his pockets and then bolted away. Rhys tried to press on the wound, but he couldn't get much strength behind it. Blood gushed out between his fingers and all over his expensive suit.

Dull, throbbing pain radiated through Rhys's body. Every breath made it worse. He was going to die if someone didn't save him. There was only one person who could save Rhys from anything.

He did the only thing he could do. He pulled up his ECHO-eye menu. His vision was swimming so much it was difficult to select the most recent contact. Jack.

"Hey, I, uh... kinda need your help." Rhys took a shuddering breath. He whimpered, curling into a ball. It was a few moments before he could speak again. "I-I was in the city, and there was this--guy..." He could not tell the story right now. He grunted, struggling to catch his breath. "Anyway, I kinda got s-stabbed, so... If you could maybe come get me...? That'd be. Great."

[companylust]

@companywrath

After dear old dad had said, "No, Maliwan can't continue to allocate its funds to a seemingly neverending war with Atlas, you couldn't even crush one upstart CEO and I don't support your destiny to be with the love of your life, you're still somehow my least favorite child and you're literally only competing with memories at this point" (or at least, that's how Katagawa heard it), Katagawa was seemingly out of options. He had to lay low for awhile and tend to his wounds. The physical healed quickly, but the emotional... That took longer.

He spent a lot of time alone. He neglected his duties as an executive, delegating enough of it away that it looked like he was still doing something. He broke a lot of pleasure spheres. He tried not to keep an eye on Rhys, telling himself he should move on. That lasted for about twelve hours before it was late at night, the pleasure sphere by itself wasn't doing it, and he knew Rhys' face looking so vulnerable and soft and sweet while he slept was only a few clicks of the ECHO eye away.

After that broke down, Katagawa's addiction was back in full force. He revisited every old interview Rhys had ever done. He reminded himself of all the reasons he loved Rhys. He watched him constantly, day and night, wondering what it would be like if Rhys were dead, and came to one firm conclusion: It was better that he hadn't killed Rhys. Katagawa had just been mad, that was all. They could work things out.

That was the mindset Katagawa was in when it happened.

Of course he'd heard the news that Handsome Jack was back. Everyone in the six galaxies was talking about it. He revealed himself as seemingly back from the dead and immediately took over Hyperion again. The Maliwan board had an emergency meeting immediately after the news broke to discuss how the company would handle Hyperion going forward. Because of this and other stressors, Junior was keeping a feed of Rhys on his ECHO-eye basically 24/7.

He was watching Rhys's office when Jack came in. When... that happened.

What the hell was a dead man doing fucking Rhys?

Katagawa saw red. He jacked off about it constantly for days. He killed a lot of subordinates. Nothing was making it better. He needed answers. He knew any interactions with the CEO claiming to be Handsome Jack should be run past the Board first, but he didn't care. He was doing this.

Under his father's nose, Katagawa used Maliwan's vast resources to find where Jack slept at night. It was a turbomansion on a private Hyperion controlled planet, heavily protected. No big teams were getting in. Luckily, Katagawa was well-versed in slipping past security.

Jack's security was better than Rhys's, but eventually, slowly and so carefully, Katagawa made his way inside. He stood over Handsome Jack laying in his bed, or at least the impostor successfully pretending to be him. The man who had ruled the most profitable company in the universe and killed countless people doing it. The very same man Katagawa had watched on the security footage fucking the only person who mattered in this shithole world.

In repose, he was vulnerable. Everyone was. People looked gentle in their sleep. When Katagawa came close enough to see his face, he realized, of course, Jack didn't sleep in the mask. His bare face was revealed for Katagawa's eager eyes. If this was the real Handsome Jack, Katagawa was now in rare company, one of the few people to see what secret Jack kept behind the mask.

But he wasn't here to wonder at his big nasty scar. He was here to get answers about Rhys. He drew his katana--the most advanced Maliwan tech, with a mononuclear edge that could easily cleave Jack's head off his shoulders. Katagawa held the sharp side to Jack's throat.

"Tell me what you have to do with Rhys."

[crackcdmask]

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♊️ — Timothy figures he's having a nightmare.

sure, he's not in bed, or sleeping, but this has to be a nightmare. how else could he explain the man standing before him, staring right back at him? he could also believe he's hallucinating, he might have eaten something that didn't sit right with him or someone slipped something into his drink.

he blinks a few times, and with each bat of eyelashes, the dread pooling in his gut gets deeper and deeper. his blood pressure spikes, he can ear the blood rushing in his ears, sweat starting to bead on his forehead and hands. oh god, this wasn't a nightmare or anything of the sort.

this was real. Jack was alive, and he knew it was Jack, because all the doubles were dead. Timothy can't really bring himself to say anything, just stare at Jack with a deer in headlights look, as he tried his best to keep himself from hyperventilating.

where was one of his atypical violent urges when he needed it?

[starvingtongue]

@companywrath

they had had plenty of guns pointed at them before. they'd even had their present company attempt to shoot them not too long ago. but this was different. they knew when they were outmatched. outnumbered, even. their telekinesis could only do so much, especially when surrounded on all sides. the bullets would find a way to harm, even kill, them one way or another.

their grip around their spear tightened.

they had a choice here. die fighting or get captured and imprisoned. there was an odd, even cruel, sense of irony here and a bitter chuckle almost escaped them. this was a very similar situation to what they were trying to help the other Guardians escape. except now the role of The Watcher's master had changed.

there was a strong urge to die fighting. they weren't stupid, they knew what the consequences were if they got captured by a coporation such as Hyperion, let alone by a man such as him. but if they died, so did the rebellion. so did the chances of a lot of the Vaults being opened. they needed to stay alive. their chance to escape would, that they were certain of. one day, they would return to their orignal purpose.

and so, the spear was thrown to the ground, clattering in front of their feet.

once it came to a stop, their hands rose in a surrender, much like they had seen other humans do. it seemed like the best course of action to not get shot. even their shield wouldn't be able to do much against the amount of guns aimed at them. one would find a way to get lodged into a vital point in their body. "I surrender."

[general-kalani]

{ Continuing from here with @companywrath. I just HAD to make a separate post for the thread hehehehe }

"I- no sir. No more questions. I apologise for my inability to keep Hyperion where it should rightfully be. A grave error on my part."

He really, really didn't like that the fall of Helios was blamed on him.

It was not his fault! Then again, he wasn't ever really able to find out whose fault it was. They probably died in Helios' fall anyway.

And the fact that he was already willing to work beside Jack was... Embarrassing on his part. He'd imagined it a lot differently. Then again, Hyperion held his loyalty. By extension that meant Jack.

Dead or undead.

He just hoped Jack wasn't looking to order his death for these failures.

[musesfromthefifthdimension-a]

@companywrath / unplotted thing because you inspired me

The scene opens with the figurative camera pointed up towards the glimmering stars above. The Observer begins his narration.

"Out in the vastness of space, out among the many thousands of galaxies that make up the universe like grains of sand comprising a beach, is a planet known as Pandora. In its orbit, the moon Elpis."

The planet and moon are shown, but the moon has a massive, glowing 'h' eclipsing it that appears to be shooting blasts of a weapon down to the planet's surface below.

"... Oh, but there's something I've forgotten, isn't there? I've forgotten to explain what that gigantic thing in front of the moon is that's staring down at the planet and raining down fire like a vengeful god. You see, this is Helios, a massive space station built by the weapon-manufacturing megacoroporation known as Hyperion, with the distinct goal of ruling over the planet below by force. And at the head of this corporation? A man whose morals are so twisted, it's as though God played a prank by reaching into his soul, putting murder where love should have been, hatred where compassion should flourish, the squeeze of hands around a neck where the squeeze of a warm embrace should be. Yes, this is Handsome Jack. And what he's not aware of is that at this very moment, Helios is not only in orbit around the moon. It is also... in the Twilight Zone."

Cut to Handsome Jack's office. It is a glitzy, yet modern space, fitted with the greatest amenities money can buy: bright yellow chair equipped with dopamine injectors, a trapdoor that sends people down to their segmented demises, monitors spanning the windows which look out upon Pandora in the greatest view on the space station. Jack has just completed something, likely an extremely important business matter, but more likely a personal one. And in the blink of an eye, something materializes next to the chair; it flickers into being there like a cathode ray tube television being tuned, first static, then gradually becoming the colorless likeness it is meant to evoke: a man in a black suit with dark, curly hair, an odorless cigarette smoking in his right hand and held by his chest, and a piercing gaze staring directly at Jack. He speaks, and knows for a fact he is heard and visible, because he wills it so; it sounds like it's not coming from a human being talking, but from some old video taped television broadcast:

"I'm particularly interested in you, Jack. You've about s much to do with goodness as a gun to do with peace, and yet you proclaim yourself a hero all the same."

[companyenvy]

@companywrath / continued

"You don't have to do all- Actually, yeah, cool, keep it up. This is the right reaction to be having right now." He's not really checking in for any particular reason- Mostly just to be nosy. He likes to know what Rhys's friends are up to, even if he hasn't seen them since the whole vault key incident. The most recent vault key incident. He's had an above average amount of vault key incidents, hasn't he? "Maybe I picked the wrong dweeb to get involved with. Shit would've run a lot smoother if I was in your head."

So this was what was in that cybernetic eye Rhys had torn out but not destroyed? Some Jack AI? Wow. Vaughn laughed nervously. This was the right reaction. keep it up. He'd be repeating that to himself the whole damn conversation. I mean, this was THE Handsome Jack! The CEO! The President! The Hero! Everyone in Hyperion wanted to be like him, even the people like Vaughn who tried to pretend otherwise! He had it all: money, power, fawning partners aplenty to choose from. That was the life. Even now, as a Child of Helios, where he was considered someone who helped free former Hyperions from their former corporate shackles, some part of him missed the normalcy of the white collar world. It all seemed so quaint now.

"You think so?"

He asked, smoothing out his hair a bit. Before he'd come here, nobody listened to a thing he had to say. Hell, up until he left Cassius' lab, nobody listened to him, not even Cassius himself at times. And he'd given enough of a damn not to try and kill him when it felt like the whole world wanted that.

"I mean-- I'm totally flattered you would say that, Sir, as I am pretty clever, but I can't take all the credit. If it weren't for Rhys, Fiona, and Sasha, I would have died out on Pandora a long time ago. Practically as soon as we took that ten million bucks and chained it to my arm...."

[outofthiisworld]

@companywrath asked: 2, 8, 12, 22 -> from Munday Meme

hehehehe thank you for letting me word vomit all over the place buddy :3c

2. Who was your first muse?

me, realizing it was most definitely e.xcalibur from s.oul e.ater: d……..don’t you worry bout that one bit.

8. What are some similarities between you and your muse/muses?

Doc would be the most similar to me tbh! Especially his personality— I’m nowhere near as smart as he is, but I get to really flex my goofiness through him— he’s usually the easier of the two to write for me cause of this reason 👀💦 Ophelia has my bangs and my love for Weird (sometimes childish) Shit™️ and that’s where the similarities start to dwindle w/ her (maybe a touch of avoidance behavior but hers is…much more intense and lacks therapy sessions).

12. Have you any old muses that you��d love to bring back?

YES. Another oc that I had back in the day on this hellsite actually!! She’s about 8 years old at this point (holy shit)? I’ve toyed with the idea of bringing her back on the roster in the future once I get around to reworking her backstory for the millionth time. Her name is Lullaby and she’s a nightmare killing, magical girl/superhero with dream magic and also a big time lesbian ⭐️ She’s another extremely goofy muse with a strong jersey accent and is a bit of a huge asshole, but she means well. Below are some older sketches of the og blorbo

22. Short, medium, or long threads?

Due to my wordy ass, I tend to gravitate to both medium and long threads— I’d love to have more shorter threads, they’re easier on the brain, but unfortunately those never stay short for long with me involved. I just.....really love......narrating shit. adding a lot of meat to the stew, if you will.

[pleasemymel0dy]

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Send ☘ to receive an advice from my muse | Accepting

@companywrath

Coming up with advice for people was harder than My Melody anticipated. "Umm...wait...let's see..." She closed her eyes for a moment, then wiggled her little arms. Hoping this action would bring some amazing thoughts to her.

..!! It worked?!

"That's it! Aheem....aheem..." She cleared her throat before proclaiming: "When you are kind, only do it to be kind, not because you want money or a pool full of pudding."

[wtchblde]

@companywrath

it took her atleast five minutes to brace herself to walk into his office. this temp job sucked. the pay sucked and the boss really, really fucking sucked. not that she would say it to his face because, well, she's heard the stories from the other employees who pretty much walked on eggshells every day.

eve had to remind herself that this will all be temporary and she only had two more weeks left on her contract. so she took a deep breath, knocked on the office door and peeked her head in. "you wanted to see me, sir?"

[love-seared]

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Like most employees of Hyperion, Arryn only knew Jack through a screen. And just like everyone else who stroked the CEO’s ego, all of his speeches were committed to memory. The words that changed the course of her life forever. In the shower she would enact the moment she would meet the man of the hour, it gave her butterflies that fizzled to the back of her throat. As the Handsome Jack stands in front of her, she wants to throw her lung up. A hot panic gathers in her mouth, and words cannot form. She knows her jaw is slightly open with a stupid expression. “J-ack?” So much for all that practice. Maybe she imagined it would never happen. Helios was huge, and sometimes she would be sent to Opportunity to train new desk staff or when they were short hand after raids. What was the chance they would cross paths?

[companypride]

@companywrath continued from here

"I'm just saying, you could be a little more respectful of my time." Rhys frowned up at him from behind his desk. He was pretty sure Jack wouldn't kill him for talking back, but he wasn't sure sure. It always kept him on edge. "I had some important meetings scheduled today before you just showed up."

It had been like this for a few months. Jack would just randomly decide he was taking a break from clawing back Hyperion's glory days and wanted Rhys's time, and Rhys would have to drop everything to keep him from doing anything rash. A lot of the time, it turned into sex--the jury was still out on whether Rhys liked that or not.

"You're not the only one who works hard. And the more you make fun of my mustache the more I'm keeping it."

[companylust]

@companywrath continued from here

So Katagawa put a few cameras in Jack's office. Big deal. Rhys came here all the time; was Katagawa supposed to just let him stay dangerously out of sight while Jack did unspeakable things to him? No. Of course not. Jack will understand once he's in Katagawa's position, when Rhys finally comes running into Katagawa's waiting arms.

Jack wasn't supposed to come back while Katagawa was still inside, though. It was a miscalculation, one that might cost him dearly, but... with the way Jack and Katagawa's fights usually went, it would be worth it. Unsurprisingly, Katagawa started getting hard the instant Jack's hands were on him, and as Jack slammed him into the desk and ground against his ass, Katagawa was only getting harder.

Then Katagawa felt the rope around his wrists. He almost came then and there. Was Jack this spontaneous with Rhys? Was this rope here because he used it on Rhys? This was why exactly Katagawa needed the cameras.

"Wow. You're prepared. And desperate. I'd be scared of me getting hold of that gun too--Maliwan weapons are a lot deadlier than what you're used to."

Katagawa tugged against the rope and imagined he was Rhys in this same position. Rhys would be scared, breathless. He'd be shivering under Jack, and embarrassed too. Probably pleading and whimpering. Katagawa bit his lip and already resented his bound hands keeping him from touching himself.

"You're right. I should get a hobby. You should call Rhys. That would really humiliate me."

[witchcrash]

Handcuffs or shibari?

this or that / @companywrath

shibari. the act of it, the visuals, the versatility, the way it exploits each body's unique topography & erogenous zones...

they're good at it, if that's not obvious, and they look wicked in a rope harness.

[escapedartgeek]

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[x]

It had taken a lot of patience from Zora not to writhe even more roughly against the hold of security guards. They had been tempted deeply tempted to make this more of a scene than it already was. But the sudden abduction had their mind racing and them clearly on edge.

Although the idea was for them to be killed, Zora couldn't help the nagging sense that the guards would have an unpleasant surprise when that was attempted. They have to keep some things close to the chest, perhaps that is why they had remained mostly silent up to this point.

"A sob story? " Zora sighs with a bit of annoyance. They aren't sure if they wanted to agitate further by practically challenging the guards to start shooting. At least that would feel interesting in the midst of all this. But remember, remember no need to push them to a point that is already expected here.

"I don't know what you want me to tell you. I didn't exactly plan on landing here - it was an accident when I was trying to head elsewhere... troubles of some interference driving me here versus my intended destination. I was certainly fine with gathering myself and going before you caught up with me. It's not much of a story. I can't pretend to make you weep or anything like that. "

Basically saying, you might as well just get this whole deal over with. Or at the very least try to.

[general-kalani]

{ Thank you for the follow @companywrath!! }

Well, well, well if it wasn't the remnants of Hyperion! Truly, a sight to behold!

Well, would have been if it wasn't in such a poor state. Nearly liquidated!

Perfect to absorb into Maliwan. Perfect to use for Maliwan's needs, perfect for-

Wait was that Jack? Well that was to be expected he was the head of Hype-

No he was meant to be dead! What was even happening here was his information wrong? No that was impossible their information had never been wrong like that as to forget whether a man from a rival corporation had died or not.

And there were people that had been there to witness the death of Jack. More than one!

Were the stories fabricated? Maybe this is one of those... Body doubles he'd heard about from way back when.

He seriously wasn't paid enough for this!

"Well, if it isn't Jack? Were the stories on your demise overexaggerated I wonder?" Might as well start a conversation!