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something a bit different also because this came to me in a dream. I felt like it'd fit for Luke and I just 😭

As usual it's unedited and not proof read

my first time writing for tears of themis please be nice uuu

The day was like any other, the sky peppered with fluffy white clouds moving with the crisp summer breeze.

We sat face-to-face on the picnic bench, under the summer heat eating chilled fruit and snacks as you held my hand. You laughed when I meekly confessed how I once again failed to revise properly for my test.

(It was exactly how you suspected it to turn out.)

The sound of your laughter tickles my ears, making me smile despite my embarrassment. I could feel my cheeks getting warm, but with you, it didn't matter. My heart was so full it feels like it could burst at any moment.

If it were possible, I'd like to hold your hand forever.

Your hand grasped firmly in mine, as you give it a squeeze, promising to help me. You flash me a boyish grin, brighter than the sun, warming me to my very soul, casting away all shadows of doubt. With you here everything would be ok.

Then I woke up, and you weren’t here.

My world became bleak once again.

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something a bit different also because this came to me in a dream. I felt like it'd fit for Luke and I just 😭

As usual it's unedited and not proof read

my first time writing for tears of themis please be nice uuu

The day was like any other, the sky peppered with fluffy white clouds moving with the crisp summer breeze.

We sat face-to-face on the picnic bench, under the summer heat eating chilled fruit and snacks as you held my hand. You laughed when I meekly confessed how I once again failed to revise properly for my test.

(It was exactly how you suspected it to turn out.)

The sound of your laughter tickles my ears, making me smile despite my embarrassment. I could feel my cheeks getting warm, but with you, it didn't matter. My heart was so full it feels like it could burst at any moment.

If it were possible, I'd like to hold your hand forever.

Your hand grasped firmly in mine, as you give it a squeeze, promising to help me. You flash me a boyish grin, brighter than the sun, warming me to my very soul, casting away all shadows of doubt. With you here everything would be ok.

Then I woke up, and you weren’t here.

My world became bleak once again.

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thinking about,,, how nice boothill's cool (metalic) hands would be to hold,,, or like when he caresses your face on a hot day and its nice and cool,,,, sighhhhh

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i ,, saw a instagram reel thing about bikerboy things AND MY BRAIN HAS BEEN CONSUMED....

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I'm alive i swear,, but the brain juice is low rn

Reblog if you’re bored and you want anons.

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Boothill content in the main story means after I finish the main story I will be consumed with MORE brainrot,, I am AWAKE, and looking so hard

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the stellaron hunters pay the herta space station a visit

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I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

Yaoqing trio is fun

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playing with the idea of a jiaoqiu fic for the past few days and hngggg but i should indulge myself once in a while,,,

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So like,,, again this might not be a new thought but...

I've been thinking especially after the events of hsr 2.4 main story update and how y'know foxians have a keen sense of smell ,, slams table if you dated jiaoqiu he would most definitely smell you before he sees you turn the corner...

I'm so normal about this and totally coping VERY well after the story events of 2.4.. yes. Mmhmm

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I honestly have no idea what happened here and I might have gotten a bit carried away...

this was based on my brainrot about biker!boothill

not edited or proofread

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Biker!Boothill who decided to get into motorcycles because of the thrill, going at high speeds, weaving in and out of traffic it was a rush of adrenaline with no- minimal risks. Dangerous? Dangerous for who? Definitely not him. Reckless?? It's all calculated, baby.

Some have tried and pick a fight, for whatever petty reason, but they soon learn it’s futile, a flash of teeth and a gun gets the point across pretty quick.

Biker!Boothill who downloaded lots of fashion magazines, because he it's cooler aesthetically, and he can make a good first impression. 

Biker!Boothill who drives around randomly just to see where his heart takes him, getting lost is the point- which is how he ended up spotting a familiar head of silver hair, down the street.

Boothill doesn’t really think through his next actions but a low rumble and high pitched whistle catches you and Stelle off guard.  Both of you, like everyone else around you, turn to the direction of the sound only to see a black motorcycle with streaks of red rolling up towards you and Stelle.  The tall figure steps off the bike, and lifts up the visor to peer at the both of you before pulling off the red helmet and giving his head a small shake. His intimidating expression morphs to excitement. “Fudge me sideways — Stelle, it really was you! I’d recognise that head of hair anywhere.”  Boothill only realised Stelle wasn’t alone when he arrived on the sidewalk, as you stood slightly behind Stelle. Giving you a small wave, flashing you a grin, showing off his augmented teeth. “Whoops, I almost didn’t see ya there darlin’” “Oh my god.” Stelle groans, “why did you have to yell loud enough to alert the entire street?”  Boothill clicks his tongue, running a hand through his hair. “I was just excited to see ya. So are ‘yer gonna introduce your friend to me or nah?” 

Biker!Boothill who was bugging Stelle for your phone number only to be surprised when he gets added into a group chat consisting of him, Stelle and you, along with an invite to go to a cafe hosting a collaboration with your favorite characters. 

Biker!Boothill who is constantly jumping at opportunities to invite you out for rides, Stelle is quick to shut down that idea at first, recalling several incidents of weaving through cars at high speeds and too many close calls.

Boothill, just grins at you, assuring you nothing bad would happen but you get the feeling that as long as he’s in the driver’s seat it would always end up like a rollercoaster. 

The one time you accept his invitation, it ends up involving the wails of sirens following behind, as you speed down the highway, and Boothill seemingly unfazed as he accelerates to even higher speeds that leave you feeling dizzy.

It probably takes you a long while before you accept another invitation to go for another ride. 

Bonus:

Stelle mentions braiding Boothill's hair while stopped at traffic lights for fun and surprisingly Boothill just lets you do it, but he also takes an extra second to make sure you’re clinging onto him before he speeds off again. 

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Sampo romance rant because I was thinking about it??

I always see like 'oh he's a scammer and a conman, he would cheat on you or he doesn't do relationships or whatever' nah, look at that nerd, he may be silver-tongued and cocky, but he's also pathetic, as much as he would act like he's a ladies man, this guy would be like 'holy shit, someone actually loves me? Someone actually said yes?' And he would be like a dog, loyal as hell, always bringing you stuff, always touching you and following you around, showering you with praise and getting equally excited when you do so in turn, like come on guys, did you see his dream bubble in penacony?? (I am not caught up in penacony btw, no spoilers please) either way, homeboys a big old sappy nerd on the inside and just wants your attention and love and praise, I feel like he would be able to make you smile whenever he wanted to, whether it was a cheesy joke, something goofy like dancing or singing, or tickling, he would jump through hoops if it made you happy, he just wants to see you laughing and smiling and he doesn't care if he has to embarrass himself to do it. If you came home upset over something his first thought would be to make you smile somehow, he would 100% listen and be like angry/sad/frustrated for you but his next mission would be to make you feel better

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probably not a new idea,, but i have been sick the past week and today i dreamt up biker!boothill sitting on his bike and now im just,,, do, do i wanna write something... biker!boothill trying to woo girls (robin maybe stelle or reader 👁) to go for a ride hnghnghnghng

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thinking about boothill just sitting and reattempting to play the guitar because his hands aren't what they used to be and he struggles a bit before slowly getting the hang of it again and im just SIGHHHHH

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I might revamp this soonish lmao and then maybe post on ao3 🤔

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.” 

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MY LIL SHARK COWBOY PLEASE PERCIEVE HIMS

saw this on reddit and HAD TO DRAW THE LIL GUY

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This is soooo good, ,,, im about to start barking

commission