#rhysothyweek

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THE PROMPTS ARE HERE!!!

Time to prepare, or, well, just wait if you are feeling like doing it as a challenge!

Either way, wishing everyone to have fun with this, super excited to see your wonderful creations 💙❤️

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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

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Rhysothy Week day 1 - desserts/drinks

don't have anything new to post but I never added this on tumblr so here it is lol

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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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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.”

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Those days when you're walking home from work and find a giant werewolf sitting morosely in a box in a dark alley hoping some vampire will take pity on him and take him home. Day 6 (AU) of Rhysothyweek

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Rhysothy Week - Day 1: Heterochromia

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Rhysothy Week

Day 1 - Heterochromia

I think I preferred it before I coloured it but, either way. I’m happy to participate in this! Thank you @rhysothyweek for putting it together!

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PROMPT POST DATE

Counting the results from both Twitter and here, it was decided that the prompts will arrive early December! Good luck, a whole month to prepare!

See you on December 5th!

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Answering some questions you might have!

"How do I participate?"

You post something and tag it as #RhysothyWeek and #RhysothyWeek2025! The general #Rhysothy tag will be checked too, but to make it easier to find and share here, clarify in tags and/or in the post itself that it is for the event.

"What type of content is allowed?"

Anything! As long as it’s made with your own mind, heart and soul, it’s always appreciated.

Writing, art, crafts, edits, moodboards and memes - all are welcome! Fics can be any length, as well as the art of any size and completion level. Don't be shy, sketches and traditional art is never "worse" and no one will judge styles. Everything tagged will be shared on this account and loved by people.

"Can I draw Rhys and Timothy with other characters?"

Depends! This is a RHYSOTHY focused event, so there is no reason to add other pairings, even if they are OT3’s and etc including the event’s pairing. Focus on the main pairing.

But you are free to mention and include other characters who might be friends or just background figures, after all, people don’t exist in a vacuum, and especially writers might need other actors on the scene. That is allowed and welcomed.

For example, a double date with Athena and Janey or one of them bullying Tim and Rhys is a great scenario.

"Are there any NSFW/violence restrictions?"

The source material, Borderlands, is 18+, so it makes sense for scenarios to include adult content.

Blood, violence and suggestive themes are allowed in the same way Borderlands allows it.

Just make sure to fit into the rules of the social media platform you post on.

"What if I don't have enough time to finish all prompts?"

That's completely fine! This account will reblog your creations for weeks after the main event, and there is no rush. Every piece is appreciated, and no one is obligated to complete all prompts.

One or two submissions is ALWAYS better than none! Everyone wants to see you shine, however you can!

"Only one day is marked as AU, can other days be AU?"

(Sorry for a slight prompt spoiler but this needed to be said.) YES YES HELL YES!!! After all, Rhysothy always is an AU, and this day is more like a free day, or a gentle nudge for you to go EXTRA wild with the AU interpretations! If a certain scenario feels better in an AU you have, go ahead!

Feel free to ask more questions in comments. (Not sure how this section is called on tumblr. I hope you get it)

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Welcome to the Rhysothy Week 2023!! A week dedicated to Rhys Strongfork and Timothy Lawrence from the Borderlands series. The shipweek event will be held July 24th-30th. Follow us @rhysothyweek on both Twitter and Tumblr for any further updates and to see all the content!

PROMPTS

listed above!

HOW TO PARTICIPATE

1. post your works with the tags #rhysothyweek or #rhysothyweek2023 or directly @ us @rhysothyweek, so we can see and share your work

2. all kinds of works are welcome! fanarts, fanfics, playlists, moodboards, edits, etc. we’d love to see them all

RULES

1. all content you share must be made by yourself, copying or stealing art is forbidden

2. speaking of, we absolutely do not allow any kind of work made with a/i. no a/i art, writing or even voice synthesizers 

3. prompts are here to provide an outline. you are welcome to use your own prompts, the only requirement is for the works to center around Rhysothy and follow our guidelines

4. don’t worry about keeping the dates, late submissions are absolutely welcome, as the mods will also be checking the tags after the week is over

5. collaborations are more than welcome!

6. we kindly request not to feature any sideships with either Rhys or Timothy. of course, sideships including other characters are welcome, for example having Rhys and Timothy go on a double date with Zer0 and Lor etc. but the content must focus primarily on Rhysothy

7. while creating works please use games as your guideline for content. suggestive stuff, canon-typical violence, guns etc. are allowed but we ask you not to post heavy NSFW within our tags

8. while all headcanons are welcome, please don’t erase any canon sexualities of the characters, especially the fact that Timothy is canonically bisexual

9. no offensive content (no racism, no homophobia, no harassing other creators, no se/xual violence)

If you have any additional questions feel free to message us on the accounts either on Twitter or Tumblr. We’re so excited to be back and can’t wait to see all of your creations!!

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just one more month till the Rhysothy Week officially starts! we can't wait to see your creations

all the info you need is right in the pinned post on our blog. here's a little refresher on this year's prompts 💙❤

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Rhysothy Week Day 7 - AU

Double Game

Summary: in order to test the limit of her powers, Maya uses Phase Lock on Timothy, and so - a new Jack appears on Pandora. Now someone is trying to return everything as it was, someone is trying to destroy the revived evil, and someone actually benefits from it. But who?

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Rhysothy Week Day 5 - vacation abroad/staycation

Creature Comfort

Summary: Rhys arranges a picnic for his partner and their pocket monsters

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The Sunray Chaser

fandom: Borderlands relationship: Rhysothy word count: 15920 rating: M warnings: check the fic's notes please summary: Ever since Handsome Jack died, Timothy tried to live a life on his own. Every day filled with the same tasks and empty thoughts. Loneliness swallowing him through.

Until one day he rescues a beautiful stranger.

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for Rhysothy Week day 4 prompt - redemption

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It’s been like this every single day since he had escaped.

Wake up. Stare at yourself for too long. Recall every painful memory that got you there. Maybe punch that picture you keep around, just for a little bit of mood boost. Even if it didn’t help too much, an artificial smile on his face was still worth it. Then go hunting. Maybe at the end, after you collect the loot and carcass do something for yourself. And repeat. The wonderful life of the ex-doppelganger it was, right?

Timothy didn’t want to dwell too much on this. Ever since he had escaped Handsome Jack, he had tried to keep it low. Hence right there and then in the wastelands of Pandora he snuck around, hoping to find enough to eat for the next following day. Surviving from one to the other – that was enough.

Or at least he tried to act like it was. Definitely took getting used to but Timothy seemed to get a grip on the situation. Day by day, he walked through the desert, hiding in the shadows just to catch something. On the right days, he could get creatures going around the carcasses. It usually meant a bounty for two. Yet on some days, the areas were dry. The Dust’s sandstorms assaulted his eyes as he tried to shoot just a random skag, walking around. Today was definitely the latter.

It was still a surviving game of all sorts. Right after the death of Handsome Jack, the whole Pandora changed to reflect it. People everywhere burnt billboards of his fake smiles welcoming them to Pandora. From what Timothy had heard, there were people ready to kill the doppelgangers for existing. And even the last piece for Hyperion, its’ value of weapons started to collapse. As people didn’t even want to kill with weapons made by a dictator.

Despite all of this, Timothy kept going. Hiding around the rocks, finding perfect positions to snipe from. Life seemed to verify his skills one by one. Thankfully, the conditions just like these were what he had trained for. For all the things Handsome Jack took from him, he at least gave him an opportunity to learn how to fight.

Or maybe it was another curse in disguise. At least without it, he’d be as dead as all other doppelgangers.

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Out Of Date

fandom: Borderlands relationship: Rhysothy word count: 3360 rating: T summary: For an Atlas commercial, Rhys prepares for a role of a lifetime, with the help of the greatest acting coach there ever was.

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for Rhysothy Week day 3 - sponsored by Atlas/Hyperion

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With his hands placed right on his sides, Rhys looked into the mirror. To immediately shudder with disgust.

Way too many memories came back to him, just via this one small gesture. Did he do this in his past? Sure, of course, way too many times. Yet sometimes Rhys looked back on himself from working at the Hyperion and almost was convinced it had to be a different person. Wet, pathetic follower, begging to be a bit more visible to people that wanted to stab him on the back. Especially that one. Rhys closed his eyes again. No, no, that was not what his therapist said, he had to be nice to his older self. He pursed his lips and tried again.

At least that Hyperion lackey grew into the person he could be proud of. There, that seemed good enough, Rhys thought, smiling with pride.

Still, even with the many times in his past there was no reason to do this pose, well… There was this time. As he examined the costume in his private little wardrobe, Rhys looked around from every angle in the mirror. Even though each new angle brought a new wave of disgust.

Again, Rhys’ face turned into a frown. What was that Timothy said? Every actor needed to feel his role, immerse himself in it, believe he was truly this. So Rhys tried once more. Making the pose and getting air in his cheeks. No, he would never do that.

What would he do? Oh, yeah, look condescending. As if he was about to murder a nuclear family or a shelter of kittens. Just because he felt like it. Rhys eyed himself with an intense stare and tried again.

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