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dilfsuzanneyk · 8 months ago

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hiiii kitty thank you for the ask :333

Mr. Crowley by Ozzy Osbourne

the synths in the beginning are so so epic AND i just really like ozzy's vocals in this one!! itches a very specific part of my brain!!

2. I Am A Poseur by X-Ray Spex

listen if you haven't listened to anything by x-ray spex you definitely should. poly styrene is an absolute POWERHOUSE when it comes to singing. iirc she was trained to sing opera? and she definitely weaponises that in their music. not to mention a lot of the band's songs are just fucking fantastic. aside from this song, i really love their song Identity as well.

3. Mansion Party by Ninja Sex Party

this song is actually so funny HDJSKADN dan's nonchalant kind of singing coupled with the outrageous exaggerations of danny sexbang's wealth is hilarious, and the way it slowly devolves into chaos by the end of the song just adds to it all. and yes, you guessed it! i find the bass line sexy <3

4. Ruiner by Nine Inch Nails

i only ever listen to nin (especially the downward spiral album) whenever i'm really feeling horrible and shit's getting bad again, and i have to say that this song specifically gives me Some feeling of catharsis when i feel like utter shit. the harsh and rough instrumentals already make you feel some kind of way, but the song wouldn't be what it is without trent's vocals imo. the way he's kind of singing in a low, softer voice that manages to still drip with anger and resentment in the verses sets the mood for the song as well as the emotion behind it. and then when he screams the pre-chorus, it just adds to the emotion that the verse set up. the chorus feels almost mocking, and then the ending with him repeating the same thing over and over creates some kind of mood that i really can't describe. i really love this song

5. Starlight Brigade by TWRP

another band that more people really need to listen to. also!! this song features dani avidan!! the synths in this song are absolutely SCRUMPTIOUS and dan's vocals are wonderful as always. the music video is one of my favourite music videos, as well. the art style is beautiful and matches the song perfectly. the moment that chorus kicks in, i can visualise the mv so well and i just absolutely Ascend. i know i already said this but genuinely, dan avidan has a fantastic voice, and his harmonies in the chorus are amazing. my absolute FAVOURITE part of the song is the last chorus, because there's a key change there and it works SO well with the song that i can physically feel my soul leave body.

#guys can you tell i really nin and twrp. bet you can't.#asks #gothsugarbunnidisco #ask games

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jackdup · 8 months ago

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Name: Timothy Lawrence Jack Handsome Jack Timothy Lawrence

Aliases: Timmy, Tim, Timmo

Age: Late 30s/Early 40s (main verse) [became Jack’s body double at age 23]

Gender: Male (he/him)

Romantic/sexual orientation: Pansexual

Eye color: Right eye blue; left eye green (heterochromia)

Hair color: Brunet with gray streaks

Height: 5’11”

Occupation: Part-time Jack impersonator; full-time life-ruiner (of his own life, to be clear)

Abilities: Acting (specifically as Handsome Jack, which basically just means he’s good at pretending to be a complete chode), combat (not the best with his aim, so typically resorts to pistols or shotguns and stays in close range; he still has his wristband that summons Digi-Jacks, but he uses it as infrequently as possible and typically only as a last resort)

Notable physical traits: Looks exactly like Handsome Jack (otherwise there’d be no point to the whole “body double” thing) down to the actual scar on his face hidden beneath the famous mask. Said mask is now cracked after seven years trapped in the rough and tumble environment of the Handsome Jackpot casino (Timothy hasn’t bothered to fix it). His right hand is a prosthetic created for him by Atlas after his escape from the casino. Covered with plenty of scars from bullet wounds and the like, all typically concealed beneath his clothes. (Note: In his main verse, Tim typically is wearing some sort of hood + face cover in public environments, as walking around looking like Handsome Jack isn’t exactly safe. He also is typically not donning the Handsome Jack mask; his scar is immediately visible.)

Personality:

Cynical, sarcastic, basically done with everyone’s shit (including his own). Might’ve been a lot more timid once upon a time, but that ship has sailed and more or less just comes out as what the kids call “cringe.” (He’s awkward; that’s all you need to know.) Timmy is sassy without Jack’s help, though the need to impersonate him has made that meter skyrocket. Frankly, whatever person Tim happened to be before his surgery to become Jack is irrelevant: both because he isn’t that guy anymore and because he just . . . cannot remember who that guy was.

The good news: Tim has a much more stable moral compass than most people he’s met (and definitely way better than Jack’s).

The bad news: Tim’s behavior is still directly and indirectly affected by all the acting, so there’s plenty of dickish things that come out of his mouth before he can stop himself.

To put it simply, he’s like a watered-down version of Handsome Jack . . . and he hates it (the “being a version of Jack” part, not the “watered-down” part—God forbid). He’s not full of himself—and actually rather despises himself—but his filters that may have once been in place to avoid hurt feelings are definitely long gone: Timmy will usually state his opinion (and judgment) on something without hesitation, no matter how rude it sounds. It’s like . . . if he can weather his own self-criticism and hatred, other people should be able to handle it directed at them, too. (Not to mention he’s pretty sure any of those aforementioned judgments are 100% valid and should be judged if no one has judged them yet.)

Of course, the one good thing he could’ve achieved from Jack would’ve been confidence and swag. Wouldn’t that have been nice—? Except, no: any and all of that side of things has always been and will always be acting. Tim has a low opinion of himself (spawned from more than just the whole “being Jack” gig, and too deep-seated to go into right now), and what ladies (and men and everything in-between or outside) may see as “charm” is manufactured from a lot of training to pull off a convincing Handsome Jackhole. Consider him naked and afraid beneath that facade; he’s prone to devolving into a fit of nervous babbling that’s barely comprehensible when faced with . . . certain situations (or certain people). But he’s learned how to jump back to his feet again.

. . . and again and again and again—

Oh god, please let him rest.

History:

So, the story goes a little something like this:

School = student loans = crippling debt = a need to repay that debt = one (1) dumbass horrible decision = life ruined = more dumbass horrible decisions = life super ruined beyond repair.

Timothy remembers a surprising little about his life before he became Jack—which should be more than mildly disturbing, considering that’s over twenty years and half of his entire existence, but he’s pretty much lost the ability to care by now. All he knows is that he was in debt, he needed to get out of that debt, and for some reason, getting an entire plastic surgery and personality change to pose as a random Hyperion programmer who couldn’t possibly be important enough (at the time) to need body doubles was the winning option. No questions or criticisms. He has enough of those from himself. But basically, yeah, twenty years’ contract pretending to be a conceited pain in the ass: stellar life decisions leading into more stellar life decisions.

See, at first, Jack wasn’t that bad. Obnoxiously full of himself and insufferable at best, sure, but Tim figured pulling that off wouldn’t be all too difficult (everyone has the ability to be an asshole; the good people just have filters, y’know?). The kiddie pool he had waded into became an entire deep end of shit starting when Jack brought Tim along on a job to find a Vault on Pandora’s moon. Sparing all the details of near-death experiences (suffocating in space, for example, or just getting railed with gunfire by the Lost Legion), Tim witnessed firsthand the evolution of “regular unassuming programmer Jack” to the infamous “Handsome Jack” whose name the entire system would come to recognize with either hatred or disturbing devotion. Oh, and hey . . .

That name was also Timmy’s now.

So that’s great.

Tim spent many years after that in the now Handsome Jack’s servitude (along with many, many, many other doppelgangers because the psychopath couldn’t be stopped). His body, voice . . . hell, his entire being was used for a plethora of things he’d rather not talk about. (The birthday parties weren’t that bad, and sometimes the fancy events would be fun, but he could’ve done without the totally-not-child-friendly movies.) Tim was no longer Tim. At least not until his contract was over, and really . . . suffice to say, he ended up losing track of how much time went by as much as he was losing track of who he really was without the whole Jack-impersonation thing.

Eventually, Tim ended up as one of the doppelgangers working at the Handsome Jackpot, a space casino big enough to have its own orbit. When the real Handsome Jack died, the casino went into lockdown and trapped all of its patrons and workers inside, which naturally led to a whole mess of violence spawned from insanity and a weird community of rivaling gangs within the casino. Timothy was trapped there for seven years before the Vault Hunters (on a job for Moxxi) rescued him. Since then, Tim—still looking like the spitting image of the dick-tater most had come to loathe—has been trying to rebuild a life for himself with his new freedom. However, one thing has become hopelessly clear:

He’d escaped one place full of people trying to kill him only to enter an entire galaxy of people wanting to kill him. Freedom’s . . . maybe a relative term. It’s a work in progress.

Extra notes (headcanon tag):

Tim underwent plastic surgery on his face, but the rest of his body is still his own, freckles and all (since he no longer has them on his cheeks, much to his dismay; he liked those). To guarantee the most accurate likeness possible, he’s had to stay in shape and ensure his body type still lines up with Jack’s through the years.

He has voice modulator implants in his neck that make him sound like Jack. These cause physical pain when he’s talking, though after decades of dealing with it, Tim is more or less accustomed to the discomfort (he basically just feels like he has a sore throat 24/7).

After escaping the casino (and now with “freedom” he hasn’t had in too many years to count), Tim’s become somewhat of a “gun for hire.” His morals make him picky about what jobs he takes, but after his experience on Elpis and plenty of “fighting for his life” on a near-constant basis, he’s (somewhat reluctantly) accepted these are the skills he’s accumulated . . . and he needs money to survive. (Not to mention he’s definitely got commitment issues and is reluctant to really work for one person/company; this gives him the chance to jump around and stay . . . “free” in some sense.)

Has acrophobia, an intense fear of heights.

He was injected with some of Jack’s DNA, which Timmy often blames for his occasional “tics” that have him saying things or behaving in ways that line up with Jack’s persona. The truth of the matter is that he’s spent so long pretending to be Jack that some of the dick behavior is just habitual, now (and he hates it).

Having been trapped in the Handsome Jackpot casino for seven years, Tim is out-of-touch with current events. He didn’t typically know wtf was going on most of the time, but now he at least has an excuse.

High alcohol tolerance. If he wasn’t already drinking to Cope just from having to be Handsome Jack, then he certainly got deep into that healthy habit during his seven years trapped in the hellhole of a casino. It takes many drinks to actually feel any effects, which is a bummer because god does he want to feel those effects. (Drinks a lot of just straight hard liquor with nothing mixed—right out of the bottle, baybee.)

He owns a small spaceship given to him by Moxxi after escaping the casino: a means of traveling anywhere he wants, and as far away from that place as possible. Tim’s not exactly a skilled pilot, but he manages (plus, autopilot is a godsend when it’s not colliding with things).

Literally the embodiment of “gets turned on by danger.”

Never actually had a real romantic relationship before. Having to pretend to be someone you’re not kinda puts a bit of a wrench in those possibilities, and as far as Timmy knows, Handsome Jack wasn’t really the . . . romantic type. Any flings Tim’s had were usually influenced by Jack. Casual sex and things of that ilk, though? Oh, yeah. He’s accustomed. He’s found fun where he can. (The closest thing he got to a relationship was with Ember for a few years in the casino, but it was never . . . shall we say “official” since Timmers danced around it.)

Used to have a bomb implanted somewhere in his face that would detonate if he ever spoke his real name. Thankfully, by the time Jack died, that sucker was deactivated . . . in that aspect: the bomb remained active as a means of keeping him trapped at the Handsome Jackpot (where he’d get blown to smithereens if he tried to leave; y’know, normal stuff a sane person does to someone). After Timmy’s escape, he managed to get Rhys’s help in removing any of those dangerous implants—since Rhys is well-versed in Hyperion technology.

Timmy was one of Jack’s “favorite” body doubles, which isn’t a good thing. It’s not a good thing. Basically the equivalent to being a skag’s prized chew toy. He gathered a good rep through the work he did on Elpis for starters, and proceeded to prove his worth as time went on. Tim saw a lot more of Jack than he wanted to, considering he already has to see him in the mirror every goddamn day.

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