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forestclan-clangen · 1 month ago

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Lore Dive: Prophecy of the Spear-Ringed Camp

If there is one historical event that has stood the test of time throughout ForestClan's bloodied history, it is the prophecy of the Spear-Ringed Camp, also known as "the gentle camp, ringed in spears." After StarClan went into hiding to avoid the Iris' gaze, the living cats clung onto their final vision: "Loyalty. Bravery. Sacrifice. Death." An ominous message delivered with no clear direction or resolution. The vagueness of this prophecy fueled generations of fear and superstition among the leaderships of ForestClan, frequently mentioning it in its early days to justify practices like apprentice trials, and feeding the woods. And yet, despite that, it has also risen to become a message of hope and persistence in the face of adversity.

This lore dive will cover the details of the prophecy, the conflicting interpretations of it throughout ForestClan's history, and its current impact on the present day.

DETAILS OF THE VISION

Like many events in ForestClan's history, the facts of the prophecy have been distorted over time. Even the name of the medicine cat who received the prophecy has been lost. However, lorekeepers tell the story as follows:

The day after the devastation of the Wretch, ForestClan had opened their gates to refugees from the destroyed Clans. Of the remaining cats, many of them argued and fought with the leader of ForestClan over how to recover or proceed from this catastrophe. Barely anything remained of the other Clan camps - and even worse, their former StarClan site had been destroyed. It was not uncommon at the time for warriors, elders and kits to receive dreams from StarClan. The fact that not a single cat had seen the faces of their loved ones in their dreams broke them. There was a real fear that StarClan had abandoned them.

But one night, a ForestClan medicine cat received a strange dream. They walked outside into ForestClan's camp, and found that the walls now towered over the treeline, merging with the pines. Cats weaved baskets, created pottery, baked bread and distributed freshly cooked food to each cat in the Clan. The sheer diversity was staggering. There were cats with no fur and wrinkled bodies, cats with flat faces and folded ears, brown stocky cats with wide jowls and bushy, raccoon-like tails, giant cats with manes of sunlight, stripes of darkness, or spotted patterns, dangerous mountain lions and lynxes, kittypets with vibrant collars and rogues with competitive eyes - it was like staring at a fantasy.

Then, the ForestClan medicine cat was floated out of the camp, above and over the walls. The sun had vanished, turning the woods into night. It was a dark, cold world, with the earth tainted black and the trees leaning crookedly. From the earth, living roots shifted and slithered like snakes towards the camp. Spears emerged from the camp walls, their points bursting with starlight. The living masses hissed, and retreated back into the darkness.

Then, the medicine cat saw a grim scene. A patrol of cats sprinted down a long path that guided them towards the camp gate. They carried torches of barely-lit flame, and were chased by living darkness. Suddenly, one of the cats stops running.

The details of this final part are unclear. The appearance, age, and even the type of cat that stopped is no longer known. But no matter what, it is agreed that they stopped. The world slowed as they turned around, and stared at the woods encroaching on them. The rest of the patrol escaped to the camp gate, where it opened to welcome the refugees.

During this vision, four simple words echoed: "Loyalty. Bravery. Sacrifice. Death."

The cat that stayed behind was swallowed by the darkness. Then, an explosion of light pierced the void from where it vanished, blinding the cleric, and ending the vision.

HISTORICAL INTERPRETATIONS

No one knows how the original leaders reacted to the prophecy. However, in combination with the increase of Deep Root entities, and the introduction of Apprentice Trials, ForestClan assumes that early leaderships focused on the end of the vision: the necessity of sacrifice and death to protect the rest of the Clan. At the time, it would've been considered StarClan's final message; telling ForestClan to stay loyal to their Clan and sacrifice themselves to keep the woods at bay, guaranteeing peace and prosperity.

As a result, this mantra reinforced the belief that Woodcrawlers were supernatural in nature. StarClan themselves declared that sacrifice and death would be necessary to live. Questioning the rituals, or attempting to fight back against Tendrils, was seen as fighting against the will of their warrior ancestors. ForestClan cats often ended up repeating the mantra "loyalty, bravery, sacrifice," when trying to cope with grief - pointedly leaving out "death".

This interpretation was challenged when ForestClan discovered the Half-Moon Dome, and through it, a new sacred site to commune with StarClan. Enough time had passed for the meaning behind his prophecy to be lost. StarClan themselves no longer knew its true meaning - faded alongside the memory of the warriors of the lost Clans.

With this knowledge, new leaders rose to power, and dismissed the mantra. If StarClan themselves could not recall the prophecy, then it must've been long fulfilled, or abandoned to time. While some cats still clung onto the importance of the prophecy, new leaders prioritized the safety of their Clanmates over all else - banning the practice of apprentice trials and actively attempting to combat Tendrils. However, generational trauma and cultural impact do not wash away overnight - it was not unheard of for older warriors to whisper this mantra under their breaths to cope with starvation and grief.

The cats most worried about this prophecy ended up being medicine cats themselves. The prophecy came before they found the guaranteed protection that the Half-Moon Dome gave them. If StarClan did not recall the purpose of this dream…did it come from them at all? The Iris had only ever sent dreams of well-groomed cats with fur-less heads. The vision didn't seem to push ForestClan into aggressive-self destruction, and prophetic dreams from StarClan were bizarre and sequential. But even still - they did not know for certain. As time went on, less and less medicine cats fretted about its origin - if the Iris had discovered them, they surely would've all died by now.

The story of the spear-ringed camp was preserved by lorekeepers and storytellers as a relic of the past. However, a few cats learned to see it as a vision of hope - a camp filled with cats of diverse backgrounds, defended by walls of spears. This interpretation of the mantra has lasted until present-day ForestClan, thanks to Hopechase and Redstar retaining it through Lakestar's reign.

LASTING IMPACT

The prophecy of the spear-ringed camp has had a tremendous impact on Redstar specifically - inspiring her to become a lorekeeper and retain as much information about the past as possible. While most of the other warriors consider this prophecy to be a kit tale at worst, and a message of unity at best - Redstar herself genuinely believes in the prophecy of the spear-ringed camp. Her desire to create a sanctuary for all cats who seek it, and her willingness to sacrifice herself to the woods to guarantee it, is an ambition that has been ingrained into her bones.

The impact of this prophecy can most evidently be seen in Moon 7, during the Plentiful Gathering. Redstar's conviction in this prophecy led her to create a new Clan symbol for her Clanmates to vote on - a dome with four, pointed spikes, and a small cat at the center of the frame. She also explained her stance on each word given in the prophecy, and stood firm on her belief that 'death' was a demand from the leaders with nine lives to sacrifice themselves to the woods. If that is what it would take to protect her clanmates, she would do it.

The fact that the spear-ringed camp allegedly contained big cats, wildcats, and outsiders of all shapes, will haunt ForestClan's narrative in the future. Outsiders like Olive and Tree have felt truly welcomed within ForestClan - perspectives that are not widely shared by other outsiders, given ForestClan's bloodied history.

But it would be nice, wouldn't it? A last bastion of safety. A place that is still gentle and welcoming, despite the violence of the woods. A promise to be kind to those who seek refuge, and a violent weapon to those who threaten their safety. A place where there are cats who are willing to perish, over and over again, if it means they can protect those they love.

…It's not a surprise that many cats call it a tale for kits.

[AUTHOR'S NOTE: elements of this particular lore of ForestClan are taken from the lore of the Destiny franchise. If it sounds very familiar, that is likely why!]

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basinclan · 7 months ago

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Daisystar is a massive hypocrite btw and looking for someone to blame for things he feels as if he could have prevented. He heard about iris's vision back when he was an apprentice and assumes it was an omen of Iris's murder, which Daisy dismissed at the time

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#basinclan #clangen blog #clangen #clangen comic #clangen oc #rng give lightningmeadow a break challenge (impossible)#fluffy is trying to take advantage of everyones emotions for her own silly little plans #daisy is a massive jerk for no reason cmon man

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writingingraves · 6 months ago

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BAD TOKENS is a fantastical project consisting of multiple creative works and stories, told through various artistic mediums: writing -> prose = books (the Standalone Tetralogy, B.T's 1st story); visual art -> webcomics (a Tetralogy's Volume's Spinoff Prequels: H.D + AE) & a print comic (another new B.T story); video/physical game -> (battle) card game (the GFUG story, B.T's 2nd story) ; audio-visual -> musical (some other new B.T story); streaming -> vtubing /larping (the final B.T story). Huge project.

Uhm... anyone interested in this silly little thing?

"Hear ye'! Hear ye'! A number of flawed individuals possess tools with dangerous power - and mysterious, godlike beings want to erase them for it. Is it because those beings sense corpses in these individuals' stead?" (A pitch for ya', dear folks).

I thought a community would be a good spot to have all stuff related to B\T (WIPs) in one place.

As to not scroll and scroll after it. Also, the Masterpost only has relevant stuff on it, not everything related to these WIPs. Unlike there.

You can learn more about B\T there or in here:

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #writers of tumblr #tumblr communities #gonna be annoying about BT #wip: b\t #wip: gfug #wip: INTROSPECTION #wip: yfoc #wip: Histoire's Destiny #Apprentice's Errand tag #wip: SAF #wip: IRIS' L #wip: TFWGF #wip: double O #wip: burning cherries #aka #wip: B.C

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hazbinhotelreimaginedproject · 4 months ago

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Your redesigns are amazing I can’t wait to see you do Emily

Hazbin Hotel reimagine/redesign! (For fun!)

Part. 8 Emily & Winner!Sir Pentious

🪽🌅 Emiliel 🌅🪽

Reimagined! Emily desc:

An optimistic and joyful apprentice, still learning how to keep her energetic personality at bay. She's the successor to archangel Sarael, and only has two sets of big wings - higher than her peers, not yet like her mentor. ↓↓↓

Like the average heavenly resident, she thinks the 'exorcists' come down to hell on peaceful missions to convert the sinners, but when the princess requests a meeting with the council to discuss hell's future, her mentor forbids her from attending. Something she is upset and frustrated by.

In 'You didn't know' she barges in the courtroom after overhearing the real purpose of the exterminations, and at the end of the song she addresses God directly, making Sera snap and abruptly stop the trial. From then on she does whatever she can to help Charlie, even if indirectly.

🪽🐍 Sir Pentious 🐍🪽

Reimagined! Winner Sir Pentious desc:

In this AU all the souls that go to heaven look like their original / ideal human form, and only sinners have their features changed. Everyone in heaven have their iris and sclera colours swapped and colour pallate slightly lighter.

After arriving in heaven and meeting Angel's sister, he gets detained by the Holy Council and forbidden from interacting with any of the other winners until they figure out how he managed to ascend. Molly gets suspicious immediately and starts to spread the word, sowing suspicion in the human population.

The trial happens in the second season and its because heaven wants an explanation as to how he managed to get there. Charlie is overjoyed and argues that he redeemed himself, but the council considers him a spy trying to take down heaven from within. Who knew such fragile shoulders could carry the burden of revolution.

Thank u so much!!! 💛🧡💖 The heaven lore is expanding and so is my excitement for the second season! Can't wait to see how they handle Pentious being in heaven and it's implications!!! Hope u have a great day!!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel redesign #hazbin hotel rewrite #hazbin art #hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel reimagined #hazbin redesign #hazbin rewrite #hazbin hotel fanart #redesign #hazbin hotel emily #emily hazbin hotel #hazbin emily #sir pentious redesign #hazbin sir pentious #sir pentious #hazbin hotel sir pentious #sir pentious hazbin hotel #emily redesign

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verathena14 · 3 months ago

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tgaa cats this time! the second image has spoilers for TGAA2 (and the design explanations below also have spoilers for both games!)

Ryunosuke: Ryu is a dark brown color, and some of his markings are mirrored by Phoenix's (the heart shape on his chest, for example). He wears Kazuma's armband and his own arm guard. His warrior's name, Dawnheart, is both a reference to Phoenix's warrior name (Blazeheart) and also because he is associated with new beginnings (at least in my interpretation.)

Susato: Susato's design has a lot of flower-shaped patches as she is associated with sakura blossoms. Her ears are folded over in order to emulate the shape of her hair loops. Her name, Feathersong, is a reference to the fact that one of the kanji in her name means feather and another means harp (at least according to Reddit, I don't speak/read Japanese ;v;). Even though she is 16, and I would typically give her a suffix of "paw" because of this, I feel that Susato being a verified judicial assistant (and actually getting a defendant acquitted in court) would be reason enough for her to have a suffix. One could speculate that she acquired this suffix shortly before the events of the game.

Herlock: Herlock's design was designed to be very expressive, as shown by the large ears. He has a dark mask on his face, both to reference his goggles as well as his relation to Iris (though that is mostly a coincidence in a Watsonian explanation, like convergent evolution. A Doylist explanation is that it provides reasonable doubt that they are related since Iris's parentage is a mystery to most of the characters.) His paw's markings are meant to resemble his fingerless gloves. His name, Haresight, is a reference to the fact that his mascot is a hare and that he is a very keen observer (though he rarely shows it).

Iris Wilson: Iris's design is designed to make her look youthful but intelligent; her large ears are a reference both to this and her hair loops. Her dark face mask is a reference to her van Zieks heritage. Her name, Irispaw, is simply a reference to her name Iris. At 10 years old, she would typically have a suffix of "kit" but like Susato, her achievements are much above those her age, so her suffix is one rank higher.

Kazuma: Kazuma's design is fairly straightforward, but he does have some traits that are similar to the von Karmas since the von Karmas apparently got their last name from the sword Karuma (for a while I was under the impression that they were a branch family of the Asogi clan but it was just that one of the Asogi's apprentices took the last name but wHATEVER-) like the tall ears and colorpoint-esque coloration. Kazuma has a nick in his ear as well; it has no canon basis. I just thought it would look cool lol. Kazuma's name, Duskfang, is both because he is a counterpoint to Ryunosuke and because to me, "fang" makes me think of snakes, and Kazuma is associated with snakes. (It's a stretch but LET ME HAVE MY FUN-)

Barok: Barok's design was intended mostly to share Iris's facial markings in order to highlight their relation as uncle and niece, and his body markings mostly took inspiration from his outfit; the dark cape on his back was meant to resemble his actual cape; the "socks" on his front paws were based on his gloves and the "socks" on his back paws were based on his knee-high boots. He has small curls in his fur to again highlight his relation to Iris.

Genshin: Genshin's design is similar to Kazuma's, and the nick in his right ear mirrors Kazuma's in his left ear. His name, Corvidomen, is a reference to his dark coloration, his connection to Barok (Crowcall), and the fact that for a decade he was blamed for the Professor killings that he didn't do (this connection was partially influenced by the Pokemon Absol).

Klint: Klint's coloration takes elements from both Iris and Barok's designs, and his palette is more warm-tinted than Barok's. His fur shapes resemble Barok's, but he still has the curly bits of fur like Iris. His name, Houndclaw, is a reference to him being the Professor.

Stronghart: Stronghart is a silver tabby, and his stripes are that of a classic (swirly) tabby pattern, to symbolize his name pun of Maelstrom. The darker stripe on his face is a reference to his face being constantly shrouded in shadow. He has a very thin tail and fluffy scruff as a reference to unicorns. His name, Stormfire, is a reference again to his name pun of Maelstrom, and to the fiery scales of justice in the Old Bailey.

Jigoku: Jigoku is very large and stocky. Like the other Japanese cats, his pelt is two-toned. His fur shapes are meant to evoke the general idea of his beard shape. His name, Adderheart, is a reference to his betrayal of Kazuma (since venomous snakes are symbols of betrayal and adders are the only venomous snakes native to Britain), as well as to the Warriors insult of calling someone a "snake-heart," meaning cowardly or deceitful.

Mikotoba: Mikotoba's colors are very similar to Susato's, but his patterns are more like a tuxedo pattern. The small dark markings on his muzzle are meant to resemble his moustache, and the dark patch on his tail is vaguely petal-shaped, to tie his design to Susato's. One of his ears is folded over, again to represent his relation to Susato. His name, Badgerpetal, is a reference to his coloration and his status as a doctor of medicine, since flowers/petals are used as medicinal herbs in Warriors canon.

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pinkgvts · 4 months ago

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Ch. 1 - The First Encounter

Boothill x Faye (oc) | 3k words | ao3

Faye's first time meeting with a rather unique client.

The golden evening sun hangs low enough in the sky that it filters beautifully through the high windows of the repair shop, painting the walls in a warm glowing light. It’s peaceful in the shop as it’s less than two hours before closing and there are currently no clients present. A comfortable silence has fallen over the two mechanics who run the shop. Besides the soft hum of music that plays over Faye’s sound system, all that can be heard is the tinkering of skilled hands and the sweeping bristles of a broom.

Sebastian, the sole proprietor of Seb’s Augment and Repair Shop, was an older man - about fifty-one years old - with short silvered hair, and a full, well-kept beard. He wore thick framed glasses that sat comfortably on his broad nose as he busied himself with his typical work, usually consisting of repairs or adjustments to prosthetic limbs. He had many decades of experience in this field under his belt and was well regarded in the community, known for being a very gentle and kind-hearted man.

Faye, the twenty-two year old mechanic who had been an apprentice to Sebastian for four years, had completed her orders for the day and was keeping herself occupied by cleaning the shop. She wore a faded brown apron over her dusty rose colored work shirt and baggy beige trousers that were tucked into her black leather boots. Long, black, fingerless gloves protect her palms as she sweeps. Her long, dark, greyish-purple hair was pulled back into a ponytail that left out her bangs. A stark streak of light grey hair hung over her left eye, but it didn’t obstruct her sight. It had been dead and unseeing since birth. Her right eye, however, remained in full view ‒ downturned in nature with thick, dark eyelashes cradling a beautifully deep and soothing blue iris.

She was a bit of a prodigy in Sebastian’s eyes. They met when Faye was around eighteen, nearly a high school graduate. Seb had been looking for an apprentice whom he trusted to inherit his business and he believed that Faye was his perfect candidate when he saw her handiwork being sported by the local strays. A black cat whose front legs had been made of metal. Or a large, mixed breed dog that would have been crippled for life if Faye hadn’t augmented its spine and hips. Her heart was pure and she had a clear talent for augmentative prosthetics, so Seb sought her out to offer his mentorship.

Suddenly, the silence that blanketed the shop is broken by the chime of the bell at the front door. Both Faye and Seb look to the door from their respective spots to see who had walked in. It appears to be a tall and slim man with long white hair that is blackened at the tips, wearing all black and a cowboy hat. Faye is the closest to the door when he enters, so she can hear the jingle of his spurs as he walks toward the front desk.

“All yours, Faye,” Seb would call out from his workbench, turning his gaze back to the project before him.

“Welcome sir, how can I help you today?” Faye puts her broom to the side before dusting her hands off on her work apron, making her way toward the front with a friendly smile on her face. Though the smile was admittedly a bit forced as she was feeling a bit dispirited lately.

“I heard this shop is somewhat of a safe haven for folks like me. That correct?” He spoke in a deep southern drawl that had a sort of robotic distortion to it, catching Faye off guard.

Upon hearing that question, she looked more closely at the man, confused by what he meant by ‘folks like me’. She looks him over, from head to toe, and realizes quickly that he’s almost entirely made of metal. Her only seeing eye blows wide with shock, and then it hits her. This is the man whose face is plastered all over the IPC’s wanted posters. However, the shock that’s painted all over her face isn’t due to the fact that the man before her is technically a wanted criminal, but entirely because of his body.

This is Faye’s first time seeing someone with more than half a body made of metal, and despite it being a bit worse for wear, it has her completely enthralled. Her expression shifts from shock to pure, unfiltered fascination. So absorbed in her open admiration of his body, she completely forgets to answer the poor man’s question.

“Uh…Am I mistaken?” He would chime in once more, breaking Faye out of her trance.

“Oh! My apologies. What you’ve heard is correct. We’ll gladly take you as a client, so long as you have the funds to pay us,” Faye nods, face slightly flushed from embarrassment.

“Perfect. As ya can probably see, I’m in need of some repairs,” he’d gesture to large gashes in the metal of his abdomen, blue fluid along his sides that have since dried.

“Of course! You’ll be in my hands today, if that’s alright?” her head tilted slightly, with a small, sheepish smile on her lips.

“Don’t matter to me who does it, I just need it done,” his shoulders raise into a shrug as he chuckles lightly. He dons his signature sharp toothed grin.

“Well, follow me right this way-...err,” Faye squints in contemplation, trying to remember if he had given her a name.

“Boothill.”

“Ah, right this way, Mr. Boothill,” she’d gesture for him to follow her toward the back of the shop. “You can call me Faye, by the way!”

“Pleasure to meet you, Faye,” to which she’d hum in response. He’d follow close behind her as she began to guide him back, walking past Sebastian’s work area and onward to a different section of the shop. When they reach Faye’s workstation, she turns to face him as her hands reach back to tighten her already dirtied apron.

“Alrighty, please take off any and all articles of clothing. You can place them on this chair for now, and when you’re ready, go ahead and take a seat on this table,” she requests bluntly. Gesturing to a chair that’s off to the side as she moves toward her workbench to gather the items she’ll need to run a diagnostic. A large silver topped table stands in the center of her work area, surrounded by adjustable lamps of varying sizes.

One would think that Boothill would have already become accustomed to being asked a question like this, but his eyes widened and his cheeks became a rosy pink as the words left Faye’s mouth. Perhaps it could have been partially due to the fact that she was an attractive, young woman, and he was still just a man. Whatever the reason, he was far too flustered for a man of his circumstances.

The lack of any sound coming from the man behind her causes Faye to turn to look at her client in confusion. When she sees him standing there like he’s a lost child, she’ll giggle softly to herself. It wouldn’t have been the first time something of this nature has happened to her.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Boothill. I promise I’ll be nothing but professional during the procedure. No funny business whatsoever,” she’d reassure. “I can turn around again if that’d help?”

Boothill would swallow thickly before speaking, still blushing as he reached for the hat that sat atop his head.

“No point in doing’ that, you’ll be seein’ it all anyway, doll.” Faye would let the term of endearment blow right past her, but if she wasn’t paying attention, she might have missed the slight pout in his voice. How cute. Such a tough looking man is flustered by something like this. Surely he would have been in a situation like this before, and yet he’s still acting all bashful. Not to mention, his current attire isn’t exactly the most modest with how little it’s actually covering. Almost the entirety of his torso is exposed by his ultra-cropped leather jacket.

“You are right about that,” she’d confirm, nodding and chuckling lightly.

Then she drags a rolling stool over to the operating table, diagnostic tablet in hand. She adjusts the cushion’s height before taking a seat, facing the table as she boots up the tablet. The rustling of fabric and jingling of metal pins sounds beside her as Boothill has finally begun taking off his clothes. The first to go is his hat, then his leather jacket, red bandana, pistol and holster, and lastly, his pants.

After everything is removed and neatly placed on the chair that Faye gestured to earlier, Boothill takes his place on the table as he was instructed to. Faye looks up at him from her seat before standing to be at eye level with him.

“Okidoki, just sit still while I run a quick diagnostic,” she wiggles the tablet in her hand before pointing it at him so that it can scan his mechanical body. She moves the tablet around his body so as to not miss even a single inch of him, circling him once until she’s stood in front of him again. The tablet will buffer as it compiles his scans and identifies all anomalies that need attention. While it takes its time loading, Faye places the tablet down on the table beside Boothill’s thigh to free both of her hands.

She pulls her gloves out of her back pocket where they usually hang before tossing them down onto the table as well. Boothill is trying his best to not look at her, still feeling slightly awkward, and fixes his gaze on the tablet that buffers beside him. However, nothing can distract him from what comes next. Faye leans in close as her bare fingers begin to run along the gashes at his side. He has to fight to keep himself from jumping at the contact. Curious, he peers at her through his peripheral vision, not wanting to turn his head and draw her attention. She’s intensely focused on what she’s examining and doesn’t even notice that her client's jaw is clenched and his artificial breathing has stalled.

Boothill remains as stiff as a block of concrete the entire time that Faye spends thoroughly inspecting his external damages. It probably only lasted a few minutes, but to him it felt as though it had lasted for at least an hour. His jaw only unclenches when she stands up straight, no longer inches from his body. The tablet beside him, as if in time with Faye, chirps cutely to signal that it has finished computing all the components needed for repairs.

“Alright, Mr. Boothill. Mind if I open you up?” she’d ask as she glances at the tablet, hands now busy with pulling her gloves over her fingers.

“Go ahead,” his voice comes out a bit wearily, but Faye doesn’t pay it much mind. Figuring that he must be tired from whatever business he was caught in that caused him to wind up in his current state. She also doesn’t care to ask as it really is none of her business, but she assumes he just got a bit unlucky with the IPC.

Gloved hands search through the front pocket of her apron and come out holding a screwdriver. She sits on her heightened stool before leaning in once more to begin unscrewing Boothill’s chest and abdominal plating. Placing each one to the side neatly until his cybernetic innards are on full display for Faye to marvel at. She can’t hide her excitement as her observatory gaze dances around his wires.

“Incredible,” she says mostly to herself, but she’s so close to Boothill now that it’s impossible for him to miss. “Your original mechanic is brilliant, this wirework is so neat and orderly. So efficient as well! There isn’t a single unnecessary component.” Faye is openly gawking at this point.

Boothill chuckles, disrupting her train of thought.

“I wouldn’t’ve known any better if you didn’t point it out.”

“Well, regardless, you did a good job of picking them, they really knew their stuff!” Faye would smile up at him, leaning back on her stool, tablet back in her hands. “Anyways, your interior looks relatively undamaged, so this shouldn’t take too long. You can lie down while I work to make things more comfortable for you. I’ll also plug you in for a recharge while we’re at it.”

“Whatever you say, doll,” he says, finally getting used to being in her presence. Faye stands, shoving her tablet into one of her apron’s pockets before collecting the metal plating that she’d left on the table; clearing the way for Boothill to lie down and placing them on her workbench instead. When the table is cleared, Boothill swings his legs up and over onto the table, centering himself before lowering his body down into a lying position.

Faye purses her lips slightly at the second use of ‘doll,’ but doesn’t let it bother her too much. Chalking it up to him just speaking like any cowboy would. Them and their sweet talking habits. Refocusing, she leans down to look under the table, assessing whether Boothill’s recharging port will line up with a removable window at the center of the table. Seeing that it looks to be lined up well enough, she presses a button on a control panel nearby to open the small hatch, and then another to raise the proper charging cable up and into the opening. The rim around the cable is magnetic, so once it’s within a close enough proximity to its respective port it will automatically snap into place with a satisfying thunk. Once that’s taken care of, she scurries off to collect the list of materials needed for the repair.

When she returns, she brings with her a cart full of appropriately trimmed and rounded metal sheets. Before she sits back down on her stool, she adjusts one of the many lamps to illuminate Boothill’s torso. With everything set up, Faye gets straight to work.

Almost two whole hours have passed when Faye finally sits up to stretch her back. The repairs are finished and a final routine inspection indicates that her client is now in pristine condition. The amber glow of sunlight that had bled in through the shop windows earlier was now completely gone.

“Phew. Alright, Mr. Boothill, you’re all set! Let me unplug you, and you can go get dressed.”

“Yes ma’am,” he’d say obediently, a bit of a joking edge to his tone. Faye squints at him as if to judge him, but the gentle smirk on her lips betrays her.

As she’s coming out of her stretch, she’ll press the buttons that remove the charging cable and close the table’s center hatch. As those processes happen, she glances at the digital clock that sat on her workbench just a few feet away. 6:30 pm. Sebastian had already left the shop, having stepped in briefly about half an hour ago to tell her goodbye. Sighing, she stood from her stool and removed her gloves, throwing them down onto her workbench.

Boothill was awake the whole time that Faye operated on him, just watching idly as she seemed to enter some kind of flow state. It was admirable how deeply engrossed and intrigued she was in her work; her extreme attentiveness to the care she provided made Boothill’s heart ache with gratitude. When he felt the charging cable remove itself from his port, he sat up and looked down at his fully repaired abdomen. As good as new.

Hopping off the table, he moved toward his belongings to get dressed again. At the same time, Faye removes her apron, hanging it on a hook near her bench. She turns toward Boothill, making her way toward him as she snaps open the buttons of her work shirt, seeking the cool, conditioned air of the shop.

“I’ll be up front when you’re ready, but take your time,” she spoke calmly, walking past him and toward the front.

“You got it,” he’d respond, halfway through pulling his pants over his legs. All awkwardness that he felt earlier seemed to have vanished during the time that she worked on him. Though he does chuckle to himself at how nonchalant she is about having a completely nude cyborg right in front of her. Upon reflection, maybe it’s not that surprising considering there isn’t really anything but a flat sheet of metal where his most intimate parts would have been if he were still of flesh and bone.

He dresses quickly, slotting his hat back into its rightful place atop his head as he makes his way toward the front to find Faye.

When he finds her, she’s leaning over the front desk, resting on her elbows and facing the door. Her dusty rose work shirt is folded and placed beside her, leaving her in a cropped top not too dissimilar to the one that he wears. The sudden sight of her exposed skin forces Boothill to gulp involuntarily. He’ll try to hide his reaction as best as he can, but when he rounds the corner of the desk and sees the cut out that exposes her chest, he can’t hold back the blush that creeps back onto his cheeks. Willing himself to look at anything else but her, he moves to stand directly across from her.

“You feeling okay, cowboy?” she’d inquire upon seeing his reddened face, pushing off of her elbows to stand tall in front of him.

Boothill nearly chokes as he clears his throat before speaking.

“Never better. How much do I owe you for your troubles?” He’s trying his best to change the subject quickly.

Faye lets her gaze linger on his face a second longer, a brow raised slightly in a questioning manner, before she pulls up his tab on a digital terminal.

“You can pay using this secured code or with physical currency if that’s easier,” she points to a barcode at the bottom of the screen of the payment device.

Boothill pulls out his phone to scan the code. He fiddles with it for a bit before returning it to one of his pockets. The terminal dings, indicating that it has received the payment in full.

“That all?” He keeps his eyes locked diligently on her face.

“Yup! Looks like you’re good to go now,” Faye nods at him, smiling genuinely. “Oh! And please send your original mechanic my regards. I’ll be thinking about their beautiful work for years to come.”

It wouldn’t even dawn on her that what she just said could have been interpreted as a flirt, but Boothill just shakes his head as laughter rumbles in his chest. He wonders if she’s doing this to him on purpose.

“Sure thing, sweetie,” he’d adjust his hat to sit a little lower on his brow, effectively hiding the pink hue of his cheeks, then turning to make his way to the door. “Thanks for everything, you’re a real gem.”

“Of course! Now you take care of yourself out there, cowboy!” A gentle giggle leaves her lips before she says her final send off. “But you’re always welcome here if you need some more fixin’.”

He can’t help the smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth. When he reaches the door, he tips his hat to her, and walks out with his cape and long hair flowing behind him. The chime of the door bell announcing his departure, just as it had for his arrival.

#erm i don't usually write #i've just been convinced to by a few of my very sweet followers #and honestly by all the love that faye has been getting #fayehill #faye #boothill #boothill x oc #hsr oc

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