#and it was a really good interaction for Boothill too!

[feroluce]

Not to make everything about my ship, but if I don't do it no one will, so today we are making meta analysis of Boothill's faceoff match about henghill, because the differences between Boothill's stand off with Luka and his one with Dan Heng- and what you can infer about Boothill himself and what catches his eye in a person- makes me chew concrete.

JUST. I loved the scene between Luka and Boothill so much. I love how wildly unrestrained Boothill is. He really just shoved the barrel of his gun in his opponent's face and put the fear of death into him as a way to test Luka's resolve. I utterly adore him. I hope he does it again. Anyway.

When confronted with all this, Luka freezes. His stress-induced hallucinations were already bad, but you can see how they really ramp up in this match, because before, they were always something familiar. Previous enemies became Silvermanes, or Belobogian automatons, or even Cocolia. Luka is far from home for the first time in his life, and he's so terribly homesick his brain is making everything familiar, because that is what he's desperately craving right now.

But Boothill.

Boothill is something so new, and unique, and horrific and terrifying, that he becomes something entirely unknown to Luka. His hallucination manifests as Something Unto Death, as the very fear of death itself.

And this stand off (which I love so much that this is how this match progressed, because like that's literally just Boothill's in-game skill; he locks the enemy into a one-on-one duel, so this was extremely in character for him) lasts long enough that Owlbert starts having to fill in the silence over the loudspeaker,

and even Boothill himself starts trying to push Luka into making a decision one way or the other.

Given that Boothill is a hunter by trade and is proven to have all the patience to track his prey and then some, this was more for Luka's sake than any impatience on his part, to try to shove him out of his freeze reaction.

And Boothill isn't really hard to read throughout this whole exchange, he all but says outright what he's looking for.

Boothill wants to see him surpass this test and come at him! You can see it in his face when Luka finally takes a step! And in how he congratulates him!

And then he fucking shot him snxhsjksjsn

Boothill admires courage, and bravery, and decisiveness. He admires a person's ability to put their life on the line and still fight in the face of danger and overwhelming odds. Those are the things that catch his eye.

And Luka does kind of get there eventually, but it is a stalling, halting motion that gets him there, and he fell to pieces immediately afterwards. This is his first time with this, and he's still figuring it out.

Dan Heng, on the other hand.

Boothill's stand off with Dan Heng from 2.2 is so fucking far in the total opposite direction that it is HILARIOUS.

Boothill literally breaks into the Astral Express, ambushes Dan Heng, and Dan Heng still has the balls to not only demand info out of Boothill- like doesn't even ask nicely, demands it- he also just straight up calls Boothill a liar. Right to his face! And he still isn't nice about it!!

By the way, that entire conversation? This is how it takes place.

Boothill, phrasing!!

Boothill has him at gunpoint! Dan Heng does not have his weapon with him! He does not flinch, and even stands there with his arms crossed seeming simultaneously pissed and utterly unimpressed. He looks like he should be irritably tapping his foot and looking down his nose at him. Dan Heng could not give less of a shit.

For that matter, Dan Heng even turns his back and walks away from Boothill- right in the middle of him talking, too! Not a single attempt to be considerate of the man who could decide any moment he feels like decorating the wall with Dan Heng's brains.

Dan Heng is brave and courageous and completely unflappable in the face of danger. He is ruthless and decisive in how he conducts himself, even when staring down the barrel of a gun. And through his efforts in Penacony, he shows the ability to put his life on the line and fight through overwhelming odds to save his once-in-a-lifetime companions.

No wonder Dan Heng caught Boothill's eye the way he did, no wonder the two of them were working together and bantering not even minutes after Boothill pulled a gun on him haha

[minolikeswords]

Poly!Boothill x afab Reader x Argenti- sfw and nsfw headcanons <33

tags: @mr-self-destructxx

cw: multiple positions, boothill and argenti are adorable, poly relationship, praises, degradation, ropes, lots of fluff, DP, DP + 1 hole, manhandling, soft dom argenti, hard dom boothill, dacryphilia, creampie, blow jobs, facials, face fucking, paizuri, cunnilingus, cum play??? argenti really likes tits! Let me know if I missed anything <333

Mino’s notes: going feral I love these two sm

© minolikeswords do not translate, copy, or repost my work to other platforms.

Minors do NOT interact or you will be blocked!!!! Nsfw under the cut <3

Sfw!

- Boothill loves to cuddle. Because he’s a cyborg his metal body cannot perceive touch the same way skin can, but he does feel warmth and pressure from another body. He loves having you and Argenti lying in his arms or on his chest.

- They both enjoy physical affection a lot, but Argenti is more subtle about it. Due to their respective jobs, often times you’re all in an ldr with one another, so when you are together they try their best to make the most of it. Argenti loves sitting next to you and have some part of your body touching his, and Boothill is clingy as ever, head resting on one of your laps as he cleans his revolver or plans out his next big heist from the IPC.

- Argenti likes washing yours and Boothill’s hair! Whether you have long or short hair he takes meticulous care of it in the shower, brushing his hands through them and rubbing your scalp so good you think you’re going to fall asleep.

- Boothill loves to sing you both to sleep. It doesn’t happen all that often because sometimes picking up a guitar can be particularly challenging after what happened to his daughter, but he loves how happy it makes you both.

- Argenti adores telling people about you and Boothill. Any and every excuse he gets, he’ll take to admire you both <333 he also enjoys gift giving and showing you he loves you through his actions, and loves picking up trinkets for you and Boothill during his travels.

- Boothill is a sweet talker! He adores showering you both in praises and affection, grabbing your face in his metal fingers and pressing his nose against yours as he tells you how good you are to him, kissing up against your neck and whispering sweet nothings into your ears.

- As much as I like to think they’d enjoy celebrating any relationship milestone outside, truth be told I think both of them would prefer something quieter in your house spending quality time together. Argenti cooking and preparing dinner, Boothill helping you around the house as you prepare for a cozy night together <3

- Boothill enjoys PDA, he loves showing you and Argenti off every chance he gets, he calls you both his lovers when addressing you guys. Argenti is more subtle with it, but he still likes holding your hands and praising you in public in a way that makes it known you guys are involved.

NSFW!

- Sex with them is never boring, they both make sure of it. Even when they’re being slow or gentle, they take pride in being so thorough your legs are wobbling afterwards and your eyes are filled with tears of pleasure.

- Boothill loves giving head, have you seen his tongue? He eats pussy like he’s a starved man, making Argenti hold you down while he sucks on your clit until you’re coming undone on his face. He’ll take his time with it too, especially if you’re too demanding, letting Argenti play with your tits while he teases your clit and slows down or stops right as you’re about to cum.

- Loves having you lay on your back while Argenti fucks your tits and Boothill uses your mouth. Soft grunts leaving Argenti as he silently admires your face as Boothill fucks your throat, a metal hand gripping your cheek to keep you in place as you drool all over his cock.

- On the subject of tits, Argenti also loves giving you facials during titjobs. He’ll pull out from between your tits just to cum all over your face, he really likes it when you stick your tongue out and look up at him when he’s doing so. He’ll take his time praising you after.

- As much as he loves talking about you both and admiring you, Argenti is quieter during sex. He prefers to focus on your pleasure. He loves watching your reactions, what makes you whimper and cry out for more, occasionally he’ll praise you but it’s not often. Boothill however? It’s a surprise if that man isn’t talking. If his mouth isn’t spewing out the filthiest and dirtiest string of words just to make you squirm and blush with need, then he’s praising you so well the tips of your ears are pink.

- Boothill likes getting risky with the ropes. Especially during sex with him when Argenti isn’t involved, he likes tying you up keeping your legs spread while he fucks you. He loves how embarrassed you get and how desperately you pull against the ropes, begging to touch him and trying to pull away.

- They enjoy leaving bruises on you and each-other. Argenti’s aren’t as noticeable as Boothill’s, who’s metal fingers leave marks all over your body and his sharp teeth marking up both your throat and back, and also Argenti’s. Argenti really enjoys leaving hickeys around your tits, collarbones and thighs. For Boothill, since his only none metal parts are his neck and face, Argenti likes to leave a hickey or two there, they’re usually smaller and they fade quick but Boothill loves showing them off.

- Argenti likes double penetrating one of your holes with both his and Boothill’s cock. He thinks you look so pretty when your eyes go rolling back and you grip onto one of them, whimpering and whining and begging for more. He loves taking care of you and making you feel good <3

- Boothill is embarrassingly into watching Argenti creampie you. His own cock doesn’t produce sperm anymore, but shoots out lubricant, and as helpful as that is, he also just really loves watching you get filled up with cum, especially when it leaks out of your sensitive pussy. Sometimes he’ll get right between your legs and lick Argenti’s cum right out of you.

[lizdive]

hi there! platonic aventurine, jing yuan, sunday, blade, welt, dan heng, boothill, argenti and dr ratio with a teen reader who is like fischl?

Hi anon <33 I really wanted to finish this in one part because i loved this req in specific (i love fischl) but idk why I’m lacking sm motivation,,, so I decided to split this into 2 parts (hopefully) i hope you don’t mind,,, thank you so much for requesting <33 if you’re unsatisfied just tell me and i’ll redo it !! <33

notes 𐙚 gender-neutral reader — "you" + "royal" + "they/them" used to refer to user ,, reader is a teenager ,, user is based off of "fischl" from the game genshin impact ,, platonic relationships ,, mention of fu xuan in jing yuan’s part ,, not my best work i’m sorry ,, mention of robin in sunday’s part ,, not proofread ignore typos

⭑ When he first met you, AVENTURINE was a bit taken aback with your speech and eccentric character in general. You claim to be royalty from a far away world, and while Aventurine didn’t quite believe it at first there was a small part of him that was lowkey kind of convinced.

⭑ He was a bit concerned that someone like you was so high ranking in the IPC because he knows the IPC is probably exploiting you especially because you seem to be a bit naive, so he’ll start watching over you.

⭑ He’ll gradually get used to your persona and understand what you say. He might need a second to process if you drop a huge paragraph of dialogue on him, but with every conversation and interaction he gets faster.

⭑ Takes one to know one — AVENTURINE can tell you’re trying to cope with something that’s happened in the past via roleplaying this character you put on, and he won’t be the one to burst your bubble. In fact, he’ll try to protect it for as long as possible.

⭑ Nobody’s going to make fun of you while he’s around. If anyone tries to reality check you, he’ll lowkey gaslight them into thinking that everything you say is real. Yeah, you’re a royal. He’s also actually seen this far away land you speak of, so that person is just being an ignorant hater !!

⭑ If your character is based off of someone from a book like Fischl, AVENTURINE will find that book and read it to better understand your references and persona as a whole. Likes seeing how you get happy when he references something.

⭑ If you ever feel insecure because of your past, AVENTURINE will be there to comfort you. He’s good at picking up signs when it comes to you because he practically had your character memorized. He’ll try to distract you from your past but if you do want to open up and vent he’ll be there to listen.

⭑ Give him a role in your little world and he’ll play it scarily well. Would probably do best as a royal advisor or assistant.

⭑ Buys you literally anything and everything that could fit your aesthetic and world. Fancy gems to add to your riches because every royal needs to have riches!! Buys you clothes too that you think is fit for royalty of your world.

⭑ You practice archery next to him while he practices gun shooting and it’s nice bonding time,,

"I, [Name], [Insert desired title here], descend upon this land by the call of fate an— Oh, you are also a traveler from another world? Very well, I grant you permission to travel with me."

"They’re saying that it’s nice to meet you."

⭑ Was not in any way bothered or confused by your eccentric mannerisms. JING YUAN’s pretty used to the unique speech style due to Fu Xuan, so he understands what you’re saying or at least gets the basic idea.

⭑ Oh? You’re a royal from a far away distant land? Yes yes, how nice. But royals do need to complete their training as well, no? As a cloud knight, he’s impressed with how you easily climbed up those ranks. Praises you whenever you somehow jump up a rank quicker than the last.

⭑ He doesn’t really suspect too much of your personality and that you’re putting up a front until you slip out and go ooc which makes him do a double take mentally. When you get all flustered and a bit distressed, he’ll reassure you by acting like nothing happened.

⭑ It’s then that he really pays attention to the little story you have going on with the world you live in. If he ever forgets something important, he’ll apologize and tell you that he never meant to insult your highness.

⭑ Another one that would protect your little bubble. I don’t think anyone would really want to say something bad about a high ranking cloud knight but even if they wanted to if JING YUAN or Yanqing were to hear they wouldn’t know peace,,

⭑ He can play the role you give him should you give him, especially as a general. You tell him about someone trying to attack your kingdom and he’ll reassure you he’s got this !!

⭑ Keeps a piece of paper in his pocket that has details about your persona if it’s based off of a character from a book. Also probably has a timeline on all your 'historical' events — sometimes he scares you because it feels like he knows more about your world than you do,,

⭑ He finds your keen instincts and intuition a bit intimidating. Have you ever thought of learning a thing or two from Fu Xuan? He always trusts you whenever you feel uncertain about a plan or idea because somehow you’re almost always right in the end.

⭑ Becomes your archery mentor and will watch over you as you train. Your skills are impressive and he finds amusement in the way you pose after a full combo.

⭑ If you feel upset because of your past, JING YUAN will comfort you and tell you that you don’t have to grow up — you’re still young and deserve to enjoy what remains before you become an adult and have to face the world. He’ll always be proud and support you no matter what.

"I hear the voice of fate, speaking my name in humble supplication..."

"Hm? Care to share what fate whispers?"

⭑ The talk of an eccentric worker in the reverie hotel had easily reached SUNDAY’s ears, and wanting to see who this eccentric worker was, he decided to wander around during his free time to catch them in action.

⭑ It wasn’t hard to find you as you were a bit loud. Pushing the cart of luggage while speaking of your magical kingdom to the guests as they nod along, clearly invested and assuming you were a storyteller. Once you had brought the guests’ luggage to their room and left, SUNDAY made his way to you to talk with you in interest. You had quite the imagination and spoke in a very sophisticated manner for your age.

⭑ Wasn’t at all phased by the paragraphs upon paragraphs of dialogue you would drop on him, replying easily and holding the conversation well. He noticed you seemed happier the longer he spoke to you.

⭑ While some guests may be annoyed by your behavior, he’ll remind them — if he’s present — that penacony is the land of festivities and many different people visit. Plus, you’re young and free to be who you want to be. If you’re really get picked on though he’ll deal with them personally.

⭑ SUNDAY is scarily observant so he knows you’re playing a character. He doesn’t really acknowledge it too much or confronts you, though, since everyone in penacony is also technically playing the character they wish they were.

⭑ Because of that, SUNDAY will let you do as you please. He’ll indulge you and will play the role you wish for him to play. He’s good at acting, so he can play whatever you wish. It reminds him of when he’d play pretend when Robin when he was younger.

⭑ Has everything about your character memorized. However he knows what to say and what not to say so he doesn’t fluster you by knowing more than you. Will also cover for you if you accidentally go ooc.

⭑ Your ability to rise up in the ranks so quickly will eventually make you work directly under him at some point and when that happens trust that people will refer to you with a royal title. He may indulge you a bit too much,,,

⭑ When you open to SUNDAY about your past, he kind of just. . . Dodges the subject after that. Doesn’t mention it at all. May act like your father a bit and call you his [insert royal title here] — you never realize it’s him trying to reassure you that you needn’t worry about growing up and being mature because of the role you’ve given him.

⭑ Gets a bit worried for your safety when you practice archery, but he also appreciates the fact you can take care of yourself should you face any dangers (especially in the dreamscape.)

⭑ Takes your advice and warnings a bit seriously because of how good your intuition and keen instincts were. (He didn’t listen ONCE and he paid the price.)

"What does it take to rile a royal? ...If you must know, it is those who cannot recognize my true identity. But it is no great loss, for solitude is the noble's lot, so long as I do not lose the nobility of my soul..."

"How wise you are, your highness."

⭑ He has no idea when it happened, but one day BLADE became your 'knight' and he has yet to comment on it. Not really the best knight as he doesn’t really stay close to you on the daily however also a really good knight as he protects you during missions to the point where you don’t use a single arrow.

⭑ Can understand what you day, does not translate for other people. You’re the yapper and he’s the listener. Doesn’t reply like 95% of the time but when he does it’s really flat and monotone which you don’t mind because he’s the big scary knight !!

⭑ Gets teased by the other stellaron hunters for indulging you, but he doesn’t really care too much. He can’t leave you to die during missions, can he? You’re way too young to hold your own properly so he’s there to make sure the number of stellaron hunters doesn’t decrease (that’s his reasoning don’t ruin it pls.)

⭑ Said this in other posts: not the best at comforting so when you open up, he’s kind of just,,, there. He’s also a bit distant sometimes but after that he’ll try to put an effort into playing his role so you don’t get upset or feel like he’s ignoring you.

⭑ Nobody thinks of making fun of you or your interests because BLADE’s always standing behind you — even if you’re tall for your age it’s still very scary to have him just staring at the person with a dead look.

⭑ Doesn’t research your character like the others — he learns as he goes. He doesn’t even have the chance to mess up because he just doesn’t talk much so he can’t mess up.

⭑ Not much to say for Bladie he just goes with it,,

"Dusk and dawn but fleeting shadows are. Once more, the twists of fate have led you into my everlasting night."

"…Good morning."

[kissenturine]

boothill,, gunplay. thats the thought,, if ur comfortable writing that ofc ofc

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃 boothill x m!reader — 1.4k words, not proofread, minors do not interact

TO NOTE: gun play, slight chocking, boothill puts his gun in reader's mouth, boothill kind of bends reader over, boothill also makes reader jerk off, uh boothill kinda mean-ish, he pretends to shoot reader, aftercare is not written but it is given! lmk if i missed anyy :3

KAI SAYS: hello guys,, shorter than usual bc ive landed myself in the er due to multiple reasons haha (chronic hives, low blood pressure, fainting spells, dehydration, etc) and i miiight not be able to post until like next weekend maybe (?) so so soso sorry for the inconvenience aaargh, writing this in the hospital too... not dying tho everything super minor so!!

The first time you ever saw Boothill pull a gun was at a training centre. He said something about wanting to work on his aim, and so he decided to head there, late at night. No one else was there—just the two of you.

Boothill pulls out his gun, flicking a few bullets into the spinning revolver with practiced ease before he pulls the trigger. A loud ‘bang’ fills the room, followed by the sound of his metal bullets clinking to the floor after the shot.

“Well color me stoked.” Boothill grins, showing off his sharp teeth. “Seems I ain’t that bad after all!”

“Well, you were always good with guns, anyway.” You respond, returning Boothill’s grin with a smile of your own. He was indeed good with guns, and it was undoubtedly attractive.

Boothill’s hands spin the revolver, watching the metal clink. It was much too fast for you to see, so you didn’t know which one ended up landing. Boothill is quick to draw his gun again, smirking as he pointed it at you—straight into your chest.

“Boothill?” You question. “What are you—”

You are cut off by the loud sound of his gun shooting. Your eyes shut and you winced instinctively, your body tensing up for the bullet that was about to hit your skin.

…Yet it never happened. 

Cracking one eye open, you peer at Boothill cautiously, only to find him gripping his metal abs, a roaring laugh rolling from his lips. “Oh, darlin’ you know I’d never shoot ya!” He laughs again, though this time it was softer. “C’mon, love, I’d never hurt ya.” He murmurs sweetly as he makes his way closer to you, his gun still in hand.

He presses the muzzle playfully against your chest, trailing it up and down your abdomen. Boothill’s smirk only widened as he slipped his gun—along with the hand holding it—under your shirt. He presses the muzzle right against your nipple, watching you shiver at the cool metal.

“Boothill.” You whisper firmly. “What’re you doing?”

He says nothing, only continuing to drag his gun against your skin, sending shivers of delight across your body.

Eventually, his gun finds its way to the hem of your pants. Boothill gives you a wicked smile before he uses his free hand to yank down your pants and boxers, exposing your half-hard cock. “Well, ain’t that a pretty sight.” He cooes, letting the muzzle of his gun rest against your tip.

“Jerk it for me, pretty boy.” Boothill says. You blink up at him, confusion filling your face.

“Huh…?” You question.

“I said.” Boothill groans, pressing the muzzle of his gun harder into your tip. “Jerk it for me, or else I’m gonna be shootin’ this pretty lil’ dick o’ yours.” Boothill wouldn’t really. You knew that. He said it himself. And yet… the fear that he would is still there, forcing small tears to well in your pretty eyes as you looked up at him desperately.

“O-Okay.” You comply, wrapping your hand around your shaft as you slowly start to glide your closed fist up and down.

“Good boy.” Boothill praises, and his voice makes your dick twitch against his gun.

You move your hand, squeezing as you get to your tip and rolling your thumb to spread your precum. You throw your head back, moaning loudly as Boothill rocked the muzzle of his gun in time with your hand.

“Look at ya.” He groans, his free hand going to squeeze at your throat. “Gettin’ off to my gun pointed at ya.” Boothill smirks, rolling the revolver again until the familiar ‘click’ sound resounds around the room. “Pretty thing, d’ya even know what this could do to you? Or are you too dumbed down already?”

“Stop teasin’” You whine, your hand's pace slowing as you turn your gaze away from Boothill’s. “Not that dumb yet…”

“Yet.” He repeats, removing his gun from your dick. “Think I can change that real quick, no?” A sharp laugh escapes Boothill’s lips as he suddenly hoists you up and off the barstool you sat on. He spins your body with only a smidge of grace as he lands you roughly on your stomach against the table, your ass now facing Boothill.

“Aeons, you’re so pretty…” He murmurs, his hands roughly groping the fat of your ass. “Can’t believe yer all mine…”

A whine slips from your lips, high and pathetic as your eyes flutter closed. “Yeah…” You whisper. “All yours…” You feel Boothill drag the muzzle along your back—sliding it under your shirt, before he pulls his arm up, tearing through the thin fabric. You shiver at the newfound cold, goosebumps prickling your exposed skin.

You hear the zipper of his pants as he pulls it down, pulling out his cock and tapping it against your clothed ass before he’s yanking down your shorts. Boothill traces a metal finger around your puckered rim, eyeing you carefully. “Such a cute ‘lil hole…” He whispers out breathlessly. “Can’t wait to fuckin’ destroy it.”

The instant Boothill stops speaking, you feel the tip of his metal cock push past your hole, stretching you out more than you could ever imagine—despite doing this with him before. “Boothill.” You moan out, eyes fluttering as you crane your neck to look at him—only to have your face pushed right back into the table by the shove of his gun against the back of your head,

“Stay still f’me, pretty.” Boothill groans, easing his cock into you. The more he pushes in, the more painful the stretch is… And yet, the more painful it is, the more pleasure your body seems to derive from it. Boothill is only halfway in when you feel like you’ve been stuffed to your limit. A pathetic sound escapes you and you feel his gun press down harder.

Boothill removes his gun from you, using it to force your head to the side. He leans down, spitting a thick glob of spit all over the muzzle, smirking as it gets his gun all messy. “Open.” He taps it against your lips, making sure to smear his spit all over. Boothill’s smirk only widens when you follow, opening your mouth and letting his muzzle sit between your pretty lips. “Atta boy.” He whispers, thrusting with full force his cock into your awaiting hole.

“Boothill…!” You moan out, though it’s muffled by his gun pressing against the flat of your tongue. Your thighs tense at the sudden pleasure. A gurgly whine leaves your throat. “I can’t—”

“You can,” Boothill growls, pressing his gun deeper into your throat. His thumb goes to spin the revolver, making sure it lands on a slot with a bullet before continuing, “and you will. Ya know why, cutie? ‘Cause you're my good boy, and good boys take what they’re given.”

He sets a brutal pace after, thrusting into you relentlessly. It doesn’t matter how you plead, all Boothill does is press his gun further down your throat—until you’re sure your lips will bleed from the stretch. Eventually, his tip knocks against your prostate, sending you over the edge. Your dick squirts a load, all over the table and floor, yet Boothill doesn’t falter.

“Look at you, cummin’ like a slut.” He groans, and his pace seems to increase. He’s suddenly going harder, faster, everything that makes your head spin with the added overstimulation.

You cry against the gun, tears welling in the corner of your eyes. Boothill seems to enjoy the sight, leaning down to kiss softly against the back of your neck, his free hand wrapping around your waist and fisting your spent cock.

“That’s it…” He coos. “You think ya can give me one more?” His hand increases, matching the rhythm of his thrusts as he knocks into your prostate again and again and again. “C-C’mon, need t’do it together.” You nod your head eagerly, drool slipping from between the corner of your lips and his gun.

Boothill thrusts harshly, finally sending you over the edge for the second time, and you feel his metal dick twitch in time with you. Your eyes roll back, ecstasy overwhelming you as Boothill pumps a thick, sticky load into your ass, painting your walls white.

“You’re so good f’me…” He coos into your ear, sliding his gun slowly out of your mouth. With a familiar click, the resounding sound of a gunshot echoes throughout the room as he shoots his last bullet into the table—right by your head. “You’re always so good an’ pretty with my gun…”

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @helloanime @kiekole (send ask without anon to be added)

© KISSENTURINE. do not translate, plagiarize, edit, or repost

[love-of-the-red-star]

That time I got reincarnated as an Aeon

(Series)

Chapter three: A shitshow and a happy ending (alternatively, Delia goes out and buys milk)

Chapter warnings: Attempted genocide, there’s murder, and heavy implications of violent events.

You hoped your skittishness had gotten the message through. If not, the Avgin were fucked big time.

And they were.

You had made a mistake, and it cost you the life of a young boy’s mother.

It was a miscalculation on your part, because how could you not have realized that Kakavasha’s mother was alive in the date you assumed she wouldn’t be?

You shouldn’t have let her go out there to get food as you entertained her children.

It was too late to regret things, you’d have to think now.

It was rather awkward to tell stories of hope to the children who knew another one of their people had just gotten murdered, but you tried anyways, to give them hope that they can be free from living a life they didn’t deserve. Looking at their innocent little faces made you want to cry almost— you refrained from doing so.

Hundred of hours passed by, and all it’s for is a dreaded countdown to a festival and a boy’s birthday.

You had heard a discussion outside, something about the IPC again. You scowled, snorting as you knew those cowards wouldn’t do jack shit for the Avgins.

Because why would they? Your feelings towards them continued to grow sour, and you had half the mind to ask Qlipoth if you could eat some of their people— surely, by the amount of planets that corporation have consumed they wouldn’t mind losing a few of their own.

The violent thoughts were shoved to the back burner as you instead focused on the upcoming days. There’s the telltale sign of rain, the heavy smell of it lingering in the air as you knew something bad was going to happen.

“Good lord help me.”

You sighed, big and heavy as you prepared yourself for the shitshow about to unfold.

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And you were right.

Thankfully you’ve managed to warn enough people that they’d run before the Katicans got to them. If you had been a human now, this experience would possibly traumatize you forever.

This event was no joke and you were close to just taking out your disguise but realized it’d be dangerous for everyone if you outed yourself. So you opted for gathering enough people in your group— some of them held into the hope of the call for help they made to the IPC, but you resorted to shouting that the IPC won’t be coming for them.

The others, those that weren’t in your group, had made it a point to scatter out into their own groups as well.

It had been particularly messy, but no one really fully objected to you once they came to the realization that there was no help coming for them at all. If you had been human, your head would have been utterly overwhelmed.

But you were an Aeon, and you were hell bent on saving at least a portion of these people if you couldn’t make do for all of them.

It would have been easier if your true physical form could interact without causing accidental harm or even death, but you have to settle for your projection, and hopefully it would be enough.

Your hope came in the form of the same rangers you’ve painstakingly summoned for weeks on end, Kakavasha being in the arms of Boothill himself. They made it just in time.

Things were taking a turn for the better.

There were casualties and quite plenty of them, but not in the numbers you remembered a lifetime ago.

There were more survivors than there were people killed, and while you knew their life wouldn’t be very easy as you wished it would be, they were alive.

Kakavasha isn’t alone anymore with his sister being alive.

It had taken some time for the news to cause an uproar; the discrimination wouldn’t be easy to erase still, but the Avgin were at least free.

Kakavasha woke up to a new dawn of the day and found a small piece of aventurine in his fingers. There were small, wooden beads strung together that accompanied it and he squinted his eyes to read what was intricately carved on them.

There, it simply said “Happy birthday”.

You were there when he had read it, and even if you wanted to stay, you had other things to do.

You pressed a kiss to his forehead, and wished him a long, happy life.

“Why does it feel like you’re saying goodbye?” He asked, his grip on the beads tightening as his brows furrowed in confusion.

“I….” You hesitantly began. “I have some things to do.” You said carefully. “You remember Vertin, right?”

“Of course!” He nodded rapidly. “Wait… will you.. be going out there on a journey like her too?”

“Yes.”

“Can I come with you then?”

“No, you can’t.”

“But why?”

“It’s dangerous to stick around me.” You told him. “You don’t want to be out there yet, you’re not ready.”

“…..” Kakavasha’s lips trembled. “You’ll come back, right? The katicans wouldn’t be around to kill us anymore… you’re safe like me! Y-you don’t have to leave.”

“I know, but don’t let your guard down okay?” You ruffled his hair. “We’re safe, but we never know when this’ll last.”

“So you’re really leaving?” Kakavasha sulked, his little body leaning on to you as if a plea for you to stay. “Who’s going to tell me stories? Who’s going to play games with me and lose all over again?”

You flicked him in the forehead for his last words. “Hey, just because I constantly lose to you doesn’t mean you can rub it all over me.” You teasingly scolded him, the young boy only laughed.

“Delia.” He called out to you, shifting so he could properly see you.

“Yes?”

“Sister said you were raised by the katicans.” He said. “At least she said you were, I don’t believe it though. You look like me, and you’re nice.”

“Well, don’t let looks fool you.” You pinched his cheek affectionately and he let out a little giggle. “Oh yeah, also you know that gentleman with sharp teeth who carried you yesterday?”

“Mr. Boothill? Yeah I do, he speaks funny though.” You were tempted to tell this boy the poor cyborg just worked on a censor. “He said something about a “muddle fudger who scared everyone in my group shirtless”….. I think he was trying to say mother fucke—“ you coughed loudly as you covered his mouth.

“Where did you learn that word?” You asked, Kakavasha blinked as you removed your hand from his mouth, before looking at you straight in the eye with a certainty only a child would have.

“From you.”

You sat there and stared at him awkwardly. “Oh.” You let out not so gracefully.

He must have listened whenever you cursed under your breath.

“Don’t say any of those curse words until you’re at least as old as your sister, okay? If you want to really curse out someone, then follow after Boothill’s example until you’re old enough, got it?”

“Got it.”

“Good, now go to your sister, she has something for you.” He did as you said, however, before leaving the little tent, he looked back at you.

“You’ll come back, right?”

“I will.”

And you never did.

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While dipping like a cheating father on Christmas Eve was an asshole move, you knew some things were better off without you. You stirred Aventurine from a life he will never know, and for that you gave yourself a pat on the back all the while looking at the unfortunate rangers you’ve accidentally terrorized.

You’d have to apologize to them in some way, you thought to yourself as you saw the ever fading eye bags and the look of familiar terror in their eyes.

You couldn’t offer these guys therapy, but you could offer them bounty money.

You pointedly ignore the spooked look on their faces as the intercom on them kept repeating the words “bounty complete” as several notifications popped out of their phones.

Money was flooding into their account. Where that’s coming from? Best you don’t think of it much.

“I have a feeling it’s the shirtbag who sent us the SOS message that got us this.” Boothill grumbled. “Well I’ll be darned I guess. At least it was smart enough to get us to gather around that planet to stop some stupid shirt from going too far.”

“You think it could be a follower of Lan too?” One of the rangers asked.

“Nah, they’d fire a shot if they were. That one straight up went for your mental health— but I can forgive that I think, we managed to protect folks and answer their cry for help.” One of them answered.

And with that, you were satisfied, turning your gaze away from them to come back to the express.

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“Bruh.” You grimaced as you were subjected to the weirdest taste of coffee you’ve ever had in your entire life. It tasted like desolation brewed into an innocent little coffee cup.

Welt paid no attention to your suffering as you entertained Himeko’s whims, choosing to read a book instead with the broadcast as white noise.

One of Himeko’s coffees did taste good, but the majority of them tasted like they came out of Satan’s liver.

“Oh, there’s something new in the map.” Himeko said all of a sudden. “An unclaimed territory…” She glanced at you, and you innocently ignored her pointed stare as the broadcast rang through the parlor.

Hearing the words of the news and looking at the new planet— specifically Sigonia IV registered in the map of the star rail, she stared at you in semi disbelief.

“So that’s where you’ve been.” She whispered, eyes wide in surprise.

“The place didn’t have an anchor, so I couldn’t take you guys for an adventure with me.” Not that it was optimal for you to be taking them there anyway, it was better for the galaxy rangers to take over that role instead of the express.

Not because you didn’t trust the two people here, but because you simply lacked manpower.

“Besides, it wasn’t even fun.” You said. “There’s no weird monsters that looked like they came out of god’s recycling bin in there. There were just… people.” You all left it at that.

It had taken you moments to speak again.

“Anyways, where to next?”

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Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV (HERE), Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII….

Jesus Christ this took a bit to cook. The jokes will properly return since the more serious end of the chapters is finished (there are going to be serious moments in the future).

I am on a roll and taking advantage of the creative juices before they run the fuck out.

[seoulmatez]

𝒻𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓇

a trip into town with the not-so-new farmhand forces you to face some feelings you've been trying to bury.

• boothill x f!reader ﾉ 2.3k wc ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ non-canon compliant ﾉ farmhand!boothill ﾉ teasing ﾉ petnames (darlin')

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“One more stop and we should be good to go,” Boothill informs you, closing the door behind him after joining you in the front of the truck. His presence makes the vehicle feel twice as hot and you find yourself scooting closer to the window to widen the gap between the two of you. The task proves to be a bit difficult in the two-seat cab.

Maybe you can chalk it up to the fact that you’ve gotten used to the convenience of grocery delivery services, but you’re really starting to feel like Boothill is going out of his way to make this the longest, most convoluted shopping trip simply because you’re here with him. If you knew you’d be spending such a large chunk of your day with the farmhand, you wouldn’t have so easily agreed to accompany him on the errands.

It was another request, or suggestion, rather, from your grandpa. You’ve been cooped up in the house since you arrived for your getaway and the man thought it might be a good idea for you to go into town, reacquaint yourself with the locals. You couldn’t argue—your trip is currently indefinite and you’re sure you’ll end up driving yourself crazy if you refuse to go out and are only left with the company of Boothill.

He may still be in your presence now, but having others around to buffer your interactions has made all the difference. The farmhand is a lot more tolerable when it’s not just the two of you—less teasing, easier to talk to. You’d even go as far as calling him… charming. Though, you’ll take that with you to the grave.

And, being trapped in a car with him is a different story. You silently hope that your next destination is in the same direction as home because you aren’t sure how much longer you can take being confined in such a cramped space with him. Other than his unrelenting pestering, you’re angry at yourself for stealing glances at him—the way he steers with one hand and lets the other hang out the window and how the toothpick he’s chewing looks all too natural between his lips.

You focus your eyes ahead, scolding yourself for so shamelessly enjoying the sight of him. You should be glad he doesn’t catch you looking; you’d never hear the end of it. Without turning to face him, you ask, “What’s the last stop?”

“Produce stand,” he speaks around the wooden stick in his mouth, slowing to a stop at the red.

You frown, confused. “We were just at the market, why didn’t we just pick some up there?”

“And betray Miss Alma?” The name rings a bell, you recognize it from when you would spend summers with your grandpa. He must still do business with her if Boothill is familiar, and loyal, at that. “Absolutely not. Better quality here, anyway.”

You don’t argue because you have a feeling that he’s right. And you wouldn’t mind catching up with Alma. She was always so nice when you were a kid, excitedly asking you about your time here and offering you free carrots to feed the horses back home. You’re surprised to hear she’s still running the stall after all these years.

It only takes a few more minutes to make it to the roadside stand. There are a couple of cars already parked when Boothill pulls off and you can see the owners of them picking out their desired fruits and vegetables. You don’t waste any time getting out of the truck when Boothill turns it off, the gravel of the makeshift parking lot crunching beneath your boots as you make your way over to the little table that houses the register.

Alma is seated behind it, head lifting up from the book in her hand at the sound of car doors closing. She readies to greet another customer but her eyes light up in pleasant delight when they land on you. “Look who it is!”

Her voice, though slightly changed by age, is familiar and brings an immediate smile to your face. You all but run to meet her at the table she comes to stand behind. The woman holds her arms out for a hug and you reach over the table to wrap your arms around her. It’s comforting in the same way hugging your grandpa is, like nothing can go wrong while you’re safe in their hold.

“Your grandpa told me you were in town,” she tells you, pulling away and slowly taking a seat in her chair. “I was wondering if you’d stop by.”

You don’t want to tell her that you’re mostly here because of Boothill. “How have you been, Miss Alma?”

“Good, good.” She beams and gestures toward the multiple cartons and crates of colorful produce. “We’re still going strong.”

You smile at that. You don’t find many places like this in the city and the small businesses that you do come upon back home don’t foster this type of community. It’s nice to see that her livelihood is still thriving. Alma gazes at her work proudly before her eyes zone in on something—or someone—else. “You here with Boothill?”

“Oh, yeah. He works at the farm,” you tell her, though, you’re sure she already knew as much. She’s seen much more of him in the past few years than she has of you. Not that you didn’t believe him, but he really is a regular.

“Nice young man, isn’t he?” Alma asks, looking back at you. You’re not sure if you’d go that far but you nod in agreement regardless. He’s likely the perfect gentleman to the older ladies within town. She continues, “Hardworking and handsome, too.”

“Yeah,” you mindlessly admit. The hardworking part is undeniable, you’ve seen that much yourself. He’s always up on time and takes his responsibilities seriously, never half-asses his tasks and is consistently willing to take on more work if it’s necessary. You only concede on the handsome bit because Boothill isn’t around to hear you say so. You hope Alma isn’t a gossip.

“Are you seeing him, dear?” she inquires.

“Seeing him? Like dating?” you ask for clarification. Alma only raises her eyebrows. She does mean it like that. The question makes the tips of your ears grow hot, makes your heart feel like it’s beating against your ribcage infinitely faster. You quickly wave your hands in dismissal, smiling nervously at the woman’s assumption. “Oh, no. No, no.”

Alma laughs at your denial but something hidden in the sound makes it seem as though she can see right through you. She doesn’t push the matter and while you’re grateful to leave the discussion at that, you can’t help but wonder what gave her that impression—if it’s simply an old lady’s wishful thinking or if you aren’t as good at suppressing those confusing feelings as you thought you were.

“Boothill!” The call of his name gives you a start. You almost think Alma is calling him over but when you reassess the voice—how little and high-pitched it is—you calm down. Your eyes search the small crowd for the man and you find him quickly, though he isn’t alone. There’s a little girl at his feet, one who’s hugging his legs tightly and looking up at him with stars in her eyes. 

You don’t have time to wonder about who she is before Alma explains. “That’s my granddaughter. Sweet little thing. You should go meet her, she’ll love you.”

“Sure.” You offer the woman a short wave before making your way over to Boothill and the girl. You can pick up on tidbits of their conversation as you approach—Boothill asking how much she’s missed him and the girl telling him “this much!” while opening her arms as wide as she can. He laughs and takes the opportunity to bend down and pick her up, situating her on his hip. He even takes the hat off his head to place it on hers. It’s big on her, covers her eyes and requires her to push it back so she can see.

The whole exchange is cute, not something you’d expect from Boothill. There’s a lot that you don’t know about him, you think as you watch.

The girl must feel you looking because her head turns in your direction which causes Boothill’s to follow. You smile at her and wave and when you’re finally close enough, you greet her. “Hi there.”

“Hello.” She isn’t as excited as she was when she realized Boothill was here but she’s still kind, returning your wave with one of her own. Your conversation ends before it truly begins as she turns back to Boothill. There’s curiosity swimming in her eyes and she doesn’t attempt to lower her voice when she asks him, “Is she your girlfriend?”

Your mouth falls open in surprise at the girl’s bold question. Boothill laughs heartily, whether at your reaction or the question itself, you’re not sure. You don’t know if you trust him enough to answer honestly but before you can tell her no, the man is already speaking. “Nah.”

Relief washes over you, but it’s short-lived. He meets your eye with his next words. “She’s real pretty though, ain’t she?”

He’s doing it again, putting you in a tough spot, one that urges you to run away rather than face the situation head-on. But this time, he knows that you know running away here would only cause a scene. You aren’t jumping at the chance to embarrass yourself in public so, even though you’re tempted to put as much space between you and Boothill as possible, you plant your feet to the ground and stay put.

The girl in his arms looks at you again before eagerly nodding. “Very pretty!”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” you tell her with a soft smile. You try to keep it in place when you turn to address boothill. “Are we ready to go?”

“Almost,” he answers, crouching down to return the girl to the ground. She doesn’t look thrilled at their time being cut short but Boothill, still at her level, playfully pinches her nose in hopes of cheering her up. “Look, I gotta finish shopping but we can talk some more another day. Maybe ask your mom if you can come ride the horses soon.”

“Okay!” She places the hat back on his head, gives him a goodbye hug, and waves once more at you before skipping over to her grandma—presumably to share her enthusiasm at the prospect of visiting the farm.

She reminds you of yourself around that age.

“So,” Boothill starts, rising to his full height with a half-full wicker basket in hand, “you only capable of accepting compliments when they’re not from me?”

There’s a grin stretched across his lips like he’s waiting for a thank you of his own. Perhaps it’s a little rude, a bit pretentious even, but you can’t find it in you to utter the two simple words. Maybe it’s strange and maybe it only makes sense to you, but not acknowledging the words is almost as if they never traveled through the air in the first place. Pretending like the words don’t exist is easier on you—your turbulent mind and your unsteady heart.

You change the subject. “What else do we need?”

“You are ice cold, darlin’.” Despite the statement, boothill doesn’t seem to be bothered by your indifference. He wouldn’t take it to heart if you were truly uninterested but the man is more perceptive than you give him credit for. He doesn’t miss how you can never seem to meet his eye following his heartfelt words, how you chew on your lip while you formulate an unrelated reply, and he certainly hasn’t forgotten about that stunt you pulled in the barn.

There’s something going on in that pretty head of yours and he’s determined to find out just what it is.

You pick out a few peaches and plums for yourself and a bunch of carrots for the horses while Boothill grabs the rest of the household necessities. The basket is full by the time the two of you are finished. You plan on paying for your share but Boothill insists that you wait in the truck, so, after bidding goodbye to Alma and her granddaughter, you make the short walk back to the vehicle. 

A couple of minutes pass before you hear the man putting the produce away with the rest of the items in the bed of the truck. A second later his door opens and he joins you, though, he isn’t empty-handed. There’s a bouquet of flowers in his hand that he holds out to you. “For you.”

You eye them cautiously, not daring to reach out and accept them.

“Don’t worry, they’re from Miss Alma,” he tells you, lightly shaking the colored cosmos in front of you in a gesture for you to take them. “Put ‘em in your room or something, They’ll look nice.”

With his urging, you take the bouquet. Pinks and purples with pops of white make up the arrangement and, much to your chagrin, Boothill is right—you can think of the perfect spot in your window for the blossoms.

As he starts the car and begins to back out into the road, Boothill steals a quick look at you. There’s a smile pulling at your lips, soft and natural. It’s a rare sight, but one he could get used to.

He supposes that if he wants to see it for a while longer, he shouldn’t tell you that they aren’t actually from Miss Alma, rather, a mere suggestion from the nice lady to get him in your good graces.

manon here ( ≧ᗜ≦) thanks for reading! if u enjoyed, reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[deathbxnny]

hihi!! boothill with a teen!reader who is a cyborg like him and really good with technology? (like silver wolf good with technology)

This is my first ever Boothill only ask on the blog, so I really hope I do it justice!! So thank you for the request and I hope you'll like this Anon!!<33

Content: Reader is a cyborg and a galaxy ranger, platonic relationships, Father figure Boothill, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not proofread))

Boothill didn't remember when exactly your paths as galaxy rangers crossed, but when they did, he knew that taking you under his wing was essential. Especially as you seemed to share a similar fate. You weren't open about what exactly made you into a cyborg originally, and neither was he, which led to a silent agreement to leave the past in the past. Galaxy Rangers usually rarely, if ever, interacted with eachother, and yet the fact that you were so alike made you work together perfectly.

This led to a quick alliance in which he had the habit of treating you like a kid over time despite you voicing your dismay by calling him your old man to anyone who'd listen. He found it amusing, his mind filled with a distant memory of a young toddler that soon drifted away again when you gave him an annoyed pout during one of his half-assed lectures. In a way, you healed a hole in him he didn't remember having.

With that said, your talent with technology shouldn't have come as a surprise to him considering what you were and yet he still found himself tipping his head proudly at you whenever you cracked a new code or hacked your way into another high-security system. It was often accompanied by him messing up your hair and chuckling as you attempted to swat him away.

He's glad that you're super good with technology for the main reason that he simply wasn't. He was a bit of an old soul, stuck in a world that was foreign to such grandiose and complex tech that you were practically a god-send to him. It also meant that you kept out of trouble whilst he took the brunt of the fights. Not that he'd let you in on them to begin with, that's just how much you've grown on him.

I hope this was okay, Anon!! I still have to read up on alot regarding Boothill, so I'm just praying this wasn't too ooc and that you liked it. Thank you again for the request, btw!!<3

[sleepdeprivedsprout]

DUSTY TRAIL’S LONE STAR!

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Hey! I’m Sprout (or Beth), suuuperr happy to meet you! Let’s be friends :3 I’m a Pisces + INFP. I’m a minor, too, so…yeah. I’m also a traumagenic system, and probably autistic. I’m bisexual, on the aro/ace spectrum, and girlflux, meaning sometimes I feel like a girl, sometimes I feel enby, and sometimes I feel agender (she/it/they pronouns, in preference order)!

this isn’t really related to anything but I translate Japanese songs (mostly VOCALOID/UTAU/SynthV/etc.) into English sometimes. go look at the tag “#sprout lyric translations” . also go check out “#sprouts shitty art” for my shitty art

meet my managers! aka the system members that share this blog with me! :D

THE HUNT

I currently like Friday Night Funkin’, Genshin impact, Honkai: Star Rail, Phasmophobia, VOCALOID/SynthV, Date Everything!, Jujutsu Kaisen, My Hero Academia, Kimetsu No Yaiba, Mashle: Magic & Muscles, and Cuphead: DDWTD! (note that i mostly just interact with the fandom instead of watching/playing the media due to unavailability) Favorite streamers/YouTubers currently include SunKenji, The Click, DieDevDie, OneTopic, and KallmeKris! Go check ‘em out <3

PHYSICAL

DNI if: TERF/SWERF, radqueer, pedophile, zoophile, Zionist, racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, fatphobic, anti-endo/sysmed, anti-Palestine, pro-Trump, anti-agere, anti-petre, pro/com/darkshippers, NSFW/kink blogs, ABDL, CGL, DDLG, selfships of my fictionkins, and/or if you forgive/encourage/defend any of this behaviour. Kindly, block me. (also DNI if you deadname people/use the wrong pronouns js bc they’re an asshole. they don’t deserve that; go fuck yourself if you do this. [targeted])

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[mangos-and-witchcraft]

HSR ccxcc rp..... please guys,,,

Hiiii I'm Na'ama amd you may remember me from my phaidei rp search post. Anyways I'm looking for branching out to more ships!! The ships will be listed below (with a ⭐️ marking the ones I'm most hoping to protray)

Phainon x Mydei ⭐️

Jiaoqiu x Moze ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Ratio x Aventurine ⭐️

Argenti x Boothill

Rappa x Robin

Ruan Mei x Herta

Important!

BE EIGHTEEN PLUS. I am 23 and don't want to rp with minors.

I may accidentally ghost you. I work two jobs plus school so I tend to get really overwhelmed so I might not respond often. If I don't respond, PLEASE reach out to me and I'll make sure to respond.

I only recently started role-playing nsfw so I'm not too good/comfortable with it, although I can definitely do it.

I love world building and role-playing multiple ships/relationships! I'd love to be able to hop between characters and scenarios.

I'm down to most aus/canonverse, a lot of different character interactions, love headcanons and love being friends outside of rp too!

If you're interested, please interact with this post, message me, or talk to me via discord @naamoola !

Thank you!

[toptophat]

Far into the Luka Wardance quest!!

Boothill is literally the sweetest, I don't care how much he chooses to deny that 😭😭😭

Despite the rough exterior you can tell, like Argenti said, he has a good heart!

I love his interactions with Luka, idk if it's likely but I really need them to meet again, it's like he took Luka through the "School of hard knocks" to prepare him for the future!

I didn't get the special boss fight I wished for, but I'll take this! It gave me even more reasons why Boothill continues to be my favourite character!

And I love how Luka progressed too, it's just so [forking] sweet and he deserves all the wins in the galaxy 😭😭😭

Also, did my darling Boothill just mention le Rappa??? referring to her as "friend"?? Perhaps some galaxy rangers aren't too distant after all! (Also in the same line my man says "Dog my Wubbaboos" 🤣🤣)

EDIT: theory, after the "boss fight", Boothill proceeds to shoot and end the fight with the six bullets like he said he would, the newspaper even said that since the skill gap was too huge, it was an insanely short and one-sided brawl!

So what was Luka fighting??? During Topaz's fight, he definitely fought her and won but that's because the hallucinations weren't that bad yet, but here you have a galaxy ranger who has seen things, plays by his own rules and is a notorious criminal who even the IPC can't catch yet, you'd be insane to even think about challenging such a person!!! So much so that Luka's inner thoughts were screaming at him to [forking] run!!!

So that wasn't Luka fighting Boothill, that was Luka's inner voice fighting the idea of fighting Boothill!!! And maybe the hallucinations got so bad at that point that it even trapped us in the illusion that we were fighting him, when in reality, the battle was already over! The inner voice ultimately lost but Luka grew from this fight as a person thanks to Mr Tail's help and Argenti's trademark moral boosts!!

Also, I fully believe if the Trailblazer was the one to fight him, we'd definitely win! I know it, you know it, he knows it!

[ink-knight]

from one bootheng fan to another… what are ur hcs for them….

omg. hello user lesbianbootheng first of all i CANNOT tell u how excited you've made me. literally screamed a little thanks for giving me and excuse to yap more about them. i love interacting with bootheng shippers we're so cool and correct.

anyway, to answer your question, heres my headcanons under the cut:

- Literally hoping so hard that Boothill actually travels with the express. Bootheng are roommates real in my eyes they squeeze together in dan heng's tiny futon dont worry about it.

- That being said, even if they dont travel together i think boothill sends dan heng voice notes. He'll be travelling to the most mundane to breathtaking places and he'll talk about it to dan heng. because!! he KNOWS dan heng would love to get info about places to file in the data bank. (nerd)

- When he particularly misses him, dan heng with stay up late and night in his room just playing his voice notes over and over with a smile on his face.

- they have gone on so many dates. somehow after meeting boothill the amount of time dan heng has stepped out of the train rise up by 100%. whether its a sudden late night bar dive or just a simple lunch.

- boothill teaches dan heng how to dance omg can you imagine. they plays some music on the phonograph and at first dan heng is stiff as hell but he loosens up after some needling. it's not perfect by any means, they step on each other toes, a spin goes wrong, but by the end they're a laughing mess on the express floor. maybe they'll even do it again.

- boothill is really good at convincing dan heng of anything. even if dan heng thinks its stupid if its boothill saying it he'll defend him to his last breath.( this ones just canon tbh)

- march and stelle somehow convince boothill to get his hair braided. its like a really elaborate braid too thanks to march's passion. dan heng absolutely cannot function after he sees the result. hes so into it. they kiss and dan heng tangles his hands into boothill's braided hair.

uhhh thats all i can think of rn from the top of my head!! but if you or literally anyone else has any headcanons to add i am so down to listen to them. (please i love them)

[qwertywriting]

just some fluff brainrot because I love the interactions between Boothill and Stelle...

notes: not proof read, I honestly never expected Boothill to give me the inspiration to write again. I honestly do not know what I'm doing

“Are ya done with yer tinkering? Ya’ve been at it for ages now,” Boothill impatiently taps his shoe, watching Stelle fiddle with the Dream Ticker. But she doesn’t seem to register his words, continuing with whatever she was doing ignoring the occasional gazes of people. 

“Hey, I’m talking-” Boothill gets interrupted when the Dream Ticker suddenly bursts to life and starts ticking again, making a short sound before disappearing. 

“Holy forkeroni, I’m not really sure what ya did but you seem quite satisfied.”

Stelle hums and dusts off her hands, and begins to continue walking the path they were on before she got distracted. 

Boothill saunters, keeping pace with her also making sure to shoot a couple of mean looks at anyone who stares at them for a second too long.

“The puzzle was kinda tough but it worked out, what were you saying earlier?”

“I was sayin' you’re a real smart cookie, figurin’ out all these ‘puzzles’ of yers’."

Boothill looks over at Stelle, "Ah well, is it fun at least?” and sees her eyes lighting up, nodding as she looks up at him. 

“Yeah! I’d do anything as long as I get my rewards, it can get frustrating sometimes but when I get it right it’s worth the trouble.” Stelle muses, and Boothill can’t help but snort. 

“Smartypants.” Stelle only grins, ignoring his comment. Boothill had never really studied much, but seeing how he had tagged along whenever he could on their treasure hunts, Stelle guessed he at least had some sort of interest so she always extended an invite to Boothill.

“You’re always free to give a go if you want. You’ll never know, maybe you’d be really good at it.” Stelle says, smiling as she takes in the expanse of the Golden Hour Dreamscape. Boothill only shrugs, offering a smirk. “Heh, I forkin’ reckon not! Since ya already got talent fer it, if I ever get stumped on a puzzle ya be ma first call.” 

[the-damnedest-creature]

HSR roleplay [primarily Ratiorine🔞] (...or Phaidei... other HSR/Genshin ships possible)

...My favorire Ratio gif to get your attention.

Now that I have it, let's get to the issue at hand - I find myself horribly lacking in the ongoing RP threads department. This is my attempt to rectify this issue. If this ad is up, please assume I'm still looking.

If you would like to have a look at my "resume" first, you can check out the stuff I've got posted on AO3, it's a good example of what I've got to offer when it comes to writing.

I'm primarily looking for Dr. Ratio/Aventurine. I can write either. Canon or AU are both ok. I'm a multishipper & polyshipper so I'm even down for some poly flavor. I prefer top!Ratio but it's not a hard limit (and outside of the bedroom I prefer a very ambiguous dynamic anyway).

Regarding Phainon/Mydei, I exclusively prefer bottom!Mydei, but could probably be talked into some light switching. I can likewise play either.

I write on Discord - either in DMs or a private RP server we can set up between you and me (for easier archiving of RP thread(s) & convenient separation of OOC chat) - DM for Discord handle.

I do what people probably still call 'literate' or 'para' - we would exchange full paragraphs written in third person limited, in our characters' respective alternating POVs.

I write in present tense.

I'm in the Central European timezone, though on occasion I'm available at pretty late times. If I'm really into the ongoing play, I'm down to reply multiple times daily (unless I'm busy, but even then I try to stick to once a day).

I'm 30+ years old and not interested in interacting with any minors, so please do not contact me if you're underage, even for purely SFW play. I'd also prefer not to RP anything NSFW with very fresh adults (younger than 20s).

Speaking of which, I'm down for smut and only have a very small list of hard limits; meaning I'm down for that freak shit, if you've got freak shit that you're interested in. That's Freak Shit(/positive), of course.

I'm also very much down for Omegaverse. Also mpreg, sure. If playing Omegaverse, though, I very strongly prefer Omegas with vaginas. Slick anuses just don't float my boat, sorry :( ...I also love building Omegaverse dystopias.

I also have a strong preference for trans!Aventurine. (I love trans!Mydei too, though there it's less of an explicit preference)

While all ships listed here are very tame, I'll just spell it out here that if you're one of the people who freak out about dark fiction and you refuse to let others do their thing even if you're not personally into it, we won't get along and should steer clear of each other. I'm a firm believer in Ship & Let Ship and Your Kink Is Not My Kink (And That's Okay).

If you're interested, please shoot me a DM here, and we can negotiate something on Discord. :)

As stated in the title, I'm primarily looking for Ratio/Aventurine (or Phainon/Mydei), but there are other characters and ships that I can do. I do not play Canon/OC, and I only write M/M (with a strong preference for trans male characters), but I'll put a list of other stuff I can play under the cut.

HSR

Sunday (primarily with Welt Yang or Jing Yuan)

Jing Yuan (...I'll ship this man with anything)

Blade (With JY, I prefer bottom Blade)

I ship JingHeng and JingRenHeng too, just haven't been feeling playing Dan Heng recently

Boothill (...with Argenti, Dan Heng, Welt, Jing Yuan,.. surprise me)

GENSHIN

Scaramouche - explicitly only bottom & always trans. I ship Kazuscara, Ittoscara, Sethoscara, Dottoscara, and Anything/Scara really.

Itto - aside from what I listed I love him with Ayato or Zhongli.

Neuvillette (with Wriothesley) - I'd actually really be down for this, now that I'm thinking about it.

Can probably do Alhaitham/Kaveh too, though it's not high on the preference list rn.

I also love the idea of fun HSR/Genshin crossovers ... I wasn't kidding about shipping Jing Yuan with anything, I think Jing Yuan / Itto or Jing Yuan / Zhongli would be fun.

[lunadragongem]

I'm so in love with the 2.1 story quest like hoyo really outdid themselves ❤ Some personal highlights (spoilers ahead!!):

Aventurine bbg ilysm my unfixable wife.

This boss fight is kicking my ass wtf. How do you beat him??? stop insta-killing me with your rich boy gambling. (Edit: I was saved by bailu, March, silver wolf, and preservation trailblazer)

Aventio AND Avenpaz too??? Beautiful.

Boothill and Blackswan interaction!! + Duke inferno kids cameo

Siobhan you gorgeous lady how are you just an NPC??

Sparkle just living her best life lmaoo

Sam = firefly was not on my agenda but now everything makes so much sense. Same with Ifrit being an actually somewhat good dad despite also being an intergalactic war criminal.

Welt + raiden mei acheron omgg

GALLAGHER AND SUNDAY HOLY SHI-

[revelation-park]

#REVELATIONPark2025: Interim 1!

( Alhaitham, Anaxagoras, Argenti, Boothill, Kallen Kaslana, Kujou Sara, Su )

Everyone is already awake when Leann calls the meeting, because how could anyone have gone back to sleep. Three bodies and that endless, droning clicking sound all around the camp. It's continued on even as the sun has risen, it shows no sign of stopping. The trees are hiding something, or perhaps they are warning of it instead. "Good morning!" It's her best camp counselor voice, but it is shaky and uncertain. For all of her bright smiles and eager encouragements at the start of the tour, there is little but a nervous little girl left. "I think we all can agree that we're... not safe here. Um. I'm really sorry, the whole Largeankle thing was supposed to just be kind of funny. A good story to tell later, next time you're camping... "But it's best that we head back, I think. We're supposed to, anyway. Um. I tried to call for some more rangers to escort us but everyone seems to have their hands tied so... We'll just have to-" Her eyes roam over you, over your companions each thereafter. They go slowly wider after each, then dart across you all again. Something frantic sets into her expression. "Ms. Kallen? Has anyone seen Ms. Kallen?"

What's going on?

A member of your party is missing. There's no trace of her throughout the camp, but that ominous clicking hasn't stopped since last night and a sense of dread is beginning to set in all around you. Those monsters never came out when the sun was up before, but something tells you that's not going to stay true too much longer...

Week 2 will begin proper Monday, 6/16. You have from now until then to prepare to leave the park. You may use this time to interact amongst yourselves, search for your missing friend, wrap up Week 1 interactions, or otherwise sit back and prepare for your hike back to where you came from.

[d3adring3r]

how would Boothill and Rika interact if their universes somehow crossed? 🤔

Not gonna lie, I think Rika would find Boothill a bit too rowdy for her liking. She seems the type to find the good in everyone, but Boothill's chaotic energy might be too much. Boothill would probably just find her too laid-back and chill. I really don't think they would get along, tbh. Boothill probably would love Clodsire, though. Who wouldn't?