#implied robot gore

[8bitsofcasper]

you were so optimistic. so full of hope. i just didn’t want that to be taken from you.

[teaableu]

Cyborg boy

[thedenofravenpuff]

"-I dOn't waNt YoUr PIty!"

Been wanting to draw this since the epic fight that took Bloodmoon from a duo to a solo act on the SAMS/MAFS collab story.

Perfect to practice pencil shading and environment some more in my art. A bit messy but I'm quite happy with how it turned out. Yes I did cheat by adding the dark edges in photoshop, just for effect. Because I can.

Do enjoy!

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[shnowyfox]

SUGGESTIVE ROBOT GORE TOXIC YAOI MEGASTAR TIME

Lyrics: Me and Mr Wolf by The Real Tuesday Weld

Don't actually ship megastar personally. I just have had this stuck in my head for a few days.

bonus sketchess

[tbsviovixx]

some type of animal cannibal..

Ya girlie went through an artstyle crisis abit while I was bored in between clases. I'm too proud of how these turned out to leave to rot. So here they are.

I can't explain myself here. I dont know why but the fact that darksun being tecnicly a cannibal is interesting to me so I like to play into it. No lore behind these doodles. Their just artstyle practice and I decided to go horror.

You can also tell I like murder drones lol/silly

[bumble-the-sun-bee]

i love drawing angst of aus that ain't mine

tw for sh marks and blood(oil) and Eyestrain in general below cut

atwr belongs to @//sunny-inajar

I'm obsessed istg

[sass-o-matic]

i didn’t expect to be working in the robot abattoir today, but here I am at the scrapyard

[jynxpsiche]

About daeho,can you write him being in the game and then meeting gn reader that was like taller than them whehagwgwgwg

OMG SURE BB! <3 so reader is like 6’4’’ (193 cm) a bit taller than our beloved! I implied reader as a foreigner and an aspiring model who got scammed !! Hope you like it! Thx for sending me this request and remember to stay hydrated!! <3 <3

futile insecurities

kang dae-ho (player 388) x gn!reader

🎐. summary: going to South Korea to try becoming a model was the dream that led you there in a foreign country. convinced that you finally found a recruiter you later learnt the truth behind it. so that’s why you decided to call that number and try to win some easy money to get back on track. but even if you felt all the prejudices from others you managed to find someone who appreciated you for who you really were.

🎐. warnings: gender neutral reader, no use of y/n, canon squid game gore and violence, minor swearing, reader is a foreigner, no proofread. English is not my first language!

requests are open !!

Screams and cries.

That was all Dae-ho heard in that fragment of time. People running desperate to somehow save their lives, pleadings and begs leaving their trembling lips hoping to leave that place after what they witnessed.

It should have been easy. An ‘in and out’ situation, you know? Just to gather some easy money to pay off some debts. To start a new decent life.

At least, that’s what Dae-ho thought. And supposedly everybody else, too.

Now they were running for their lives, escaping and avoiding the claws of death.

Shot after shot they fell to the ground not giving any signs of life. Their dull eyes staring off into space. No more light behind those empty gazes.

That unbearable sound of constant shooting overpowered the unstoppable screams and the former marine forced himself to stand still and to stay froze on the spot.

However, his will was slowly crumbling, the trembles in his fingers more persistent and clearly evident, but he tried to contain it. He couldn’t die like this.

Then a voice.

Like a signal sent from above to save them all.

The same man from the beginning of the game. Player 456.

He had played these games before, or so he declared, but right now that statement was becoming more convincing minute by minute.

It was true that when they were eliminated they were going to get killed. And the only way to survive and pass the game was to hide behind someone taller and form a straight line. The robot’s eyes couldn’t detect movements from behind something. And the player 456 proved it so.

Immediately Dae-ho offered his help, hiding behind his broad structure as many people as possible. It was in his genes to help others.

Numerous lines formed all over the field in no time and his eyes incredulously spotted a tall player leading one of the lines.

They were taller than an average korean person, so he supposed they were a foreigner. Their steps were quick and long and even with their tall height they seemed so agile and fast, ready to sprint if necessary.

When he glanced at them from time to time he felt a sense of tranquility pervade him. Watching them waltz through the field with that elegance and velocity helped him concentrate on his current goal: survive and pass the game.

And he did.

The moment he passed the finish line he felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his chest. But even after passing the game his mind was immediately on you.

He searched you through the players with an frenetic gaze, scanning everybody and then he spotted you, slightly crouched down and gently reassuring an old lady who couldn’t stop showing you her gratitude for saving her and her son’s life.

Slowly he approached you, the old lady and the son off somewhere else, leaving you alone.

He didn’t know why but he felt his pulse rushing and the blood pumping loudly in his veins. Trying to act casual he cleared his throat hoping to catch your attention. And he did.

You turned around with a quizzical look on your face and only then he noticed your big and bright eyes scrutinizing him from the bottom to the top. He also paid attention to how taller you were than him. He had to tilt his head up a bit.

He met your gaze and forcefully managed to send down the lump in his throat. Breathtaking. That was what he thought when he saw you.

“Can I help you?” Your soft voice reached his ears and for a moment he thought that in reality he was dead and the person in front of him was an angel. But he regained his focus.

"You...you're really tall" his mouth spat out those words without being processed by the brain first and he should have thought of better words to say because he immediately saw how your expression morphed from a confused one to and irritated one. "Thank you, I didn't know that" you barked back with a calm fury, even scarier than a normal one.

And after that statement you went your way without looking back in his direction and he felt devastated at that.

Dae-ho only wanted to get to know you better and to express his admiration for how you handled the game with cold blood.

With a fallen expression he followed the other players back to the dorm room when the game ended. A lot of people had been eliminated and of course the amount of money gained from their deaths convinced more of the majority to continue playing.

The former marine stared at the blue patch on his chest and a pressing weight tortured him again. He needed the money to pay of his debts. He didn't want to fret his family further, already too much on their plate.

During the vote he didn't really ponder about it too much, but simply followed his insticts and press the circle. Only when your number was called he noticed your slumped and insicure figure instead of the confident one he found on the field. He surely heard all the whispers coming from the others and how they were effecting you.

And it was then that Dae-ho realised he should have voted X. Beside his family, who was still good financially compared to him he had no one out there, but when you came into the picture, even though he didn't know you at all and somehow managed to offend you, he wanted to protect you.

You looked brave on the outside, but he knew how fragile and breakable you were on the inside. Just like him.

He felt a strange bond with you: for him you two were very similar. And maybe he wasn't so wrong.

His gazed stayed focused on your figure, he didn't miss the slight tremble of your hand when you pressed the red button and the quick little steps you took to join the other side opposed to his.

Regret was eating him alive. And he felt the need to redeem himself.

His attentive eyes immediately spotted your figure on the stairs where your bunk and also player 456's was situated. You had decided to stick with him, since both of you wanted to leave that place so bad.

Dae-ho slowly tried to approach you, your gaze fixated on the small tray of food in your lap, while player 390, another member of your 'team', was talking with player 456. You were oddly silent.

Only when he reached a rather close proximity the other two noticed him. You also acknowledged his presence and a cold expression settled on your face.

He still felt bad for how he had treated you, even if it wasn’t his original intention. He couldn’t change the past but was right on time to make the best out of the present.

Player 390 was the first to speak up, “what are you doing here?” Dae-ho froze on the spot and transferred his gaze from you to the old man now standing behind you, “I wanted to join your team. I found player 456’s speech really stimulating and I would like to help you all to get out of here.” He stated firmly after he took a deep breath of encouragement.

The man looked at him from head to toe, “I think I could be a good addition since I was a marine” he added, showing off his tattoo. At that sight the man proudly took off his hoodie and flashed him the same tattoo.

“If you want to get out…” the two men were interrupted by another voice “…then why did you vote to continue with the games?” It was player 456 who had spoken, his voice serious and unshakable.

His gaze was set on Dae-ho who gulped his anxiety and gathered some courage to face the supposed leader of the team. “Because I have no one and nothing waiting for me out there so I thought to give it a chance, but—“ he stopped himself, moving his gaze to your figure, warming up a bit, “then I found something worth fighting for…”

You noticed how his gaze was locked on you and the sudden warmth and gentleness in his eyes, making your heart skip a beat. So you simply adverted your gaze and focused it on your lap again.

You wanted to appear composed, his words from before still lingering in your mind.

Gi-hun also understood the reason behind the guy’s change of heart and with a small sigh he accepted Dae-ho into the team, convinced that someone like him would have been a great addition.

The young former marine thanked him profusely and then uncertainly took a seat beside that tall and breathtaking person. He wasn’t aware of being staring at them but they noticed since they felt his gaze on them, so they decided to call him out.

“What do you want now? It wasn’t enough what you had said earlier?” He immediately picked up their irked tone and considered this as the perfect opportunity to apologize and explain the situation.

“I’m sorry if I offended you before, it wasn’t my intention” he replied firmly but without looking at them in the eyes, still not brave enough to face them at the moment, “I must admit I had been shocked when I saw you” “but!” He immediately added, to avoid any type of misunderstanding “but…I didn’t find you strange or annoying like the majority of the players here…”

Dae-ho didn’t know if now he had to be sincere with them and possibly making a fool of himself or simply apologizing. They had been looked down enough by others and by how they know showed themselves, closed off and slightly insecure about their aspect, he felt the need to speak the truth, facing any type of consequences.

Gaining all his bravery the former marine locked his gaze with theirs, who were simply ogling at him during his speech, and when he did it was over for him: their big bright eyes observed at him with an indescribable warmth and surprise.

“actually…” he felt himself shift closer to them, their eyes never breaking contact, “…during the game I thought you were so brave and elegant. The grace you showed by crossing the field left me…breathless”

You widened your eyes at that statement, throwing you off guard.

No one had ever called you elegant or saw any type of grace in you.

You had always wanted to become a model and being blessed by such height was a gift and a sign from above. But unfortunately you lacked of delicacy and charm, making you feel humiliated and a failure.

When you tried different auditions you had always been rejected, neither being able to pass the first selection because they all grimaced when they saw you trembling on those heels.

Though, you never lose hope and always practiced with walking without stumbling or falling completely.

But things weren’t going great, you were also struggling financially since in the meantime you were working for minimum wage and every audition ended with the same negative evaluations.

You were tired and almost close to drop your dream but then you saw a light at the end of a tunnel: a recruiter came up to you one day and gave you his business card to arrange a proper meeting and to talk more clearly about a modeling stage.

You were thrilled. Maybe things were finally going your way!

And then…the disaster.

When you meet you met a second time with that recruiter you ended up spending a large amount of your life savings and only later, a couple of days after the encounter, you discovered by the news that a man, who pretended to be a model recruiter, had been arrested for fraud and scamming.

It was him. The same guy you had met in a cafe to fill in all the papers and to cover all the costs.

The police only arrested the man but there were no signs of the money he gained with his illegal activity.

The world was crumbling beneath your feet. You had reached your lowest and deepest point, now nothing was enough to save yourself from this situation you naively had pur yourself in.

A dream.

Only because you wanted to follow a stupid dream.

That’s why people locked them in the furthest part of their mind. They knew they were impossible to realize.

Still you needed to prove them wrong, how they just failed to pursue theirs and instead show them how you were going to make it.

In reality you only showed how you really were a failure. And they all had always been right from the start.

However, those words whispered so gently by him flabbergasted you, but in a good way.

They were like a lighter that ignited a new spark in your chest, in your soul. You felt…seen.

For the first time someone really saw you.

A boy who’s jacked and kind, making you believe in yourself again. Making your heart flutter for some praising words and making you feel all giddy inside.

You simply stared at him but with a new perspective; the hatred you felt for him immediately dissolved into thin air and was replaced by warm and a bubbling feeling in your chest.

“I’m sorry…” you whispered bashfully “for how I treated you…the first time” he understood what you meant and slightly smiled at you.

Chuckling softly he shook his head “it’s fine…really…i understand where that came from” “this whole situation…isn’t the best and if someone came up to you saying strange things…it’s totally understandable” he voiced your thoughts with a comforting and comprehensive tone.

You felt it again, the flutter and warmth in your chest.

“I’m y/n” he had never heard such a unique name, it fitted you so well. He tried repeating it, your name rolling off his lips in a low and tentative tone. You had never thought your name could have been so different and singular till now. He made it sound so pretty.

“I’m Kang Dae-ho” he then murmured leaning closer to you “Dae-ho…” you repeated back, your gaze locked into his. The ex-marine smiled and a small chuckle left his lips when your cheeks reddened for the embarrassment.

“If somebody tries to make fun of your appearance, I’ll deal with them, ok?” He reassured you “you don’t have to…I can take care of myself” you quietly stated, but he didn’t want to hear it.

“I’m serious…I will protect you. Whatever it takes.”

[scallioncreamcheesebagel]

TOP 10 ANIME OF SPRING 2025

🥷 1. A Ninja and an Assassin Under One Roof

(Ninkoro; Ninja to Koroshiya no Futarigurashi)

From the studio and director behind Madoka Magica comes a far sillier but still just as deadly endeavor. A pathetic, down-on-her-luck girlfailure of a ninja is taken in by a highly-skilled lesbian yandere assassin to be her live-in maid, cook, and disposer of corpses. Comedy ensues.

It's incredibly well-animated, every joke hits, the characters and their dynamic are a delight to watch, and it feels really nostalgic in a way, as someone who grew up with anime like Nichijou. A welcome addition to Yuri Thursdays, with canon lesbian supporting characters and a will-they-won't-they main couple. And the ED is super catchy!

Genre: Comedy, Yuri

You may like it if you enjoyed: Nichijou, Pop Team Epic, The Demon Girl Next Door

Streaming: Crunchyroll

Rest of the top 10 under the read-more!

🛎️ 2. Apocalypse Hotel

A century after mankind has abandoned Earth due to a pathogen making it inhospitable to human life, dedicated robots still run a luxury hotel, keeping it prepped and ready for any potential visitors, even as many of them sustain fatal damage over the years.

It's got a perfect balance of lightheartedness and melancholy, and with the studio behind Bravern and the writer behind Zombieland Saga, the staff is stacked. It's impossible not to get attached to these robots within even a single episode. It's utterly beautiful, and my favorite of the three robot-centric anime among my top 10. The OP is a joy as well.

Genre: Sci-Fi, Comedy

You may like it if you enjoyed: Planetarian: The Reverie of a Little Planet, Girls' Last Tour, Houseki no Kuni

Streaming: Crunchyroll

⚔️ 3. Sword of the Demon Hunter: Kijin Gentosho

(Kijin Gentoushou)

In the early 19th century, an unthinkably horrible event tears apart a would-be family. Years later, Jinta, an incredibly depressed demon hunter who's lost everything he ever loved, takes cases to clear Japan of demons as he works toward seeing his sister again. This is intentionally vague as there's hardly anything I can say about this series without spoiling its earth-shattering hour-long premiere episode.

This is a DARK one (see CWs below) but if you wanna see a fictional man have a really, really bad time? If you wanna come away torn apart by angst? This is the place to be. It's super well-directed and blew me away, and I've heard it referred to as "prestige anime", which sounds about right.

Genre: Drama, Supernatural

You may like this if you enjoyed: Dororo, Mo Dao Zu Shi, Demon Slayer

Streaming: Hidive

⚠️ CW: Gore, multiple discussions of (offscreen) rape, implied emotional incest. Kijin Gentosho is not a fun time.

🎼 4. Classic★Stars

(Clasta)

Some people might call Classic Stars "bad". The people of MyAnimeList have scored it as the second-worst anime of the year. These people are not only wrong, they are cowards, afraid to accept something NEW and DIFFERENT. The cutting edge of anime.

I don't want to spoil this show's Big Twist, aka its premise. I showed the first episode of Classic Stars to a friend without telling him anything about it, and it was a beautiful experience I would recommend to anyone. If you like BOYBANDS, or CLASSICAL MUSIC, or GAYBAIT, or GETTING A LITTLE SILLY, please watch Classic Stars. I promise you will not regret it. Puts a smile on my face every week. Also, the insert songs are genuinely super good.

Genre: Music, Sci-Fi

You may like this if you enjoyed: Hypnosis Mic, Visual Prison, Paradox Live

Streaming: Crunchyroll

🤖 5. Mobile Suit Gundam: GQuuuuuuX

(Kidou Senshi Gundam: GQuuuuuuX)

I'm far from a Gundam superfan. My only experience with Gundam up until this point have been season 1 of Witch From Mercury and living with a Gundam superfan who regularly infodumps about it in my vicinity. However, when I saw the premiere of GQuuuuuuX in theaters, it was a downright magical experience.

An AU of the original Gundam where the bad guys won, creating a dystopian setting. In this setting, an insane teenage girl gains access to a prototype Gundam, unleashing a butterfly effect of chaos. Also they made Char pretty gay. Two thumbs up from meeeee. Even with no real Gundam lore knowledge, this is a blast.

Genre: Sci-Fi, Action

You may like this if you enjoyed: Any other Gundam series, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Deca-Dence

Streaming: Prime

🚬 6. Kowloon Generic Romance

Anything but generic, this one is WEIRD in a way that's difficult to describe. In an alternate future where Kowloon Walled City still exists, a woman grapples with her increasingly-loose grip on what is real and what isn't, who she is (if she's anyone at all), and what her relationship is to the coworker she's seemingly always been close with. Meanwhile, a futuristic octahedron hovers in the sky.

It's mysterious and twisty and makes you question everything you're seeing. I haven't seen a mystery series like this since Odd Taxi, my #1 favorite anime of all time. If you want to wonder what the hell is even going on while being pulled into a well-developed atmosphere and world, this one's for you.

Genre: Mystery, Drama

You may like this if you enjoyed: Odd Taxi, Dorohedoro, Sonny Boy

Streaming: Crunchyroll

⚠️ CW: Multiple instances of forced kissing.

🧹 7. Witch Watch

A romcom that's more com than rom, Witch Watch is absolutely packed with charm. When an Oni boy's childhood friend, a silly, often-incompetent witch, returns to his hometown and he's tasked with protecting her, his whole life turns upside down.

This one just makes you smile. It has a great sense of comedic timing, lovable characters, and astounding animation. The OP is also one of the best this season.

Genre: Comedy, Romance

You may like this if you enjoyed: Mob Psycho 100, The Disastrous Life of Saiki K., Monthly Girls' Nozaki-kun

Streaming: Crunchyroll

🎸 8. Rock is a Lady's Modesty

(Rock wa Lady no Tashinami deshite)

The other anime making up Yuri Thursdays this season, this one's a bit more grounded in reality, though not completely. Two proper young ladies at a finishing school-type academy have a little secret: and it's not even that they're gay, it's that they like to play rock music. In an abandoned building where no one can hear them, they can finally drop all the social graces, shredding as hard as they can and screaming insults at each other. And eventually, they'll even fall in love. The OP's been stuck in my head incessantly.

Genre: Music, Yuri Romance

You may like this if you enjoyed: Given, Girls Band Cry, Bocchi the Rock!

Streaming: Hidive

🦸 9. To Be Hero X

(Tu Bian Yingxiong X)

The most popular donghua of the season, To Be Hero X asks the question: What if your favorite superhero killed himself in front of you and you had to assume his identity, Santa Clause style? It tells this story through an eye-candy mixture of many different animation styles, all rendered beautifully. With a super-fast pace that makes my ADHD happy, you'll never be bored with this one.

Genre: Superhero, Action

You may like this if you enjoyed: Samurai Flamenco, One Punch Man, Tiger & Bunny

Streaming: Crunchyroll, Bilibili

⚠️ CW: Suicide is a major element of the plot.

🔎 10. Your Forma

A detective partnership between a human woman and an android man gets derailed when the latter is framed for murder. Given he's a robot and lacks human rights, they have to act quickly before he's shut down for good.

While the story is good enough to keep this one in my top spots, the anime adaptation made the bizarre decision to entirely skip volume 1 of the source material, despite that having absolutely crucial info. I'd recommend reading at least the first chapter of the manga before jumping into this. Has a great ED too!

Genre: Sci-Fi, Mystery

You may like this if you enjoyed: Id: Invaded, Psycho-Pass, The Case Study of Vanitas

Streaming: Youtube (with a South Asian location VPN)

Honorable Mentions

🦹 Go! Go! Loser Ranger! Season 2 is 100% the sequel to look out for this season. The sequel to my #1 favorite anime of last year, I'm absolutely ready for whatever's in store for my favorite loser villain. (▶️ Hulu, Disney+)

💊 Lazarus and 💐 Maebashi Witches are both fairly good and each offer representation I don't see often in anime. Lazarus is a Suicide Squad-type thing from the creator of Cowboy Bebop featuring black and transfem characters, and Maebashi Witches is a magical girl idol thing with a mini-arc on overcoming fatphobia. While both shows are a little slow-paced for my personal tastes as of now, I'm giving them a few more episodes to get going! (▶️ Lazarus: Adult Swim, Hulu, Max / ▶️ Maebashi Witches: Crunchyroll) [⚠️CW for Maebashi Witches: in-universe fatphobia]

🍲 Food For the Soul, 🧳 Zatsu Tabi: That's Journey, and 📷️ mono are three slice of life anime about young women chilling out. In Food For the Soul, a socially anxious college student joins a food club at her university. In Zatsu Tabi, an inspiration-dry manga author takes small trips to get material for her work. In mono, zany high school girls in a photography club set out to take cool shots. All three of these are pretty similar and very relaxing, if slice of life is something you enjoy. (▶️ Crunchyroll: Food For the Soul / Zatsu Tabi / mono)

🐧 Koupen-chan is an adorable short-form anime (episodes are only 1 minute long) about a baby emperor penguin trying their best. If you like Hello Kitty, you'll like this. (▶️ Piracy)

Hope you find something you like this season! :)

[ksascriptt]

You’re Gonna Go Far | Avengers x Reader

Avengers x Fem!Avenger!Reader, Mildly implied Tony Stark x Reader

WARNINGS : PLEASE ADHERE BY THESE. Very heavy topics. Depression, suicide, blood, gore, scalpel, talk of ripping things out, anxiety, probably mild ptsd. Some fluff, the most severe angst I’ve ever written, not proofread I wrote this in like an hour, kinda horrible

Word count: 2367 (longest fic yet!)

Notes: This is not very accurate or anything. For some context, Reader has always had banshee-like/sonic scream powers but when she used it consistently, it kinda tore up her throat and voice box so she got a new bionic one. And she lost her eye in battle somehow so she’s got a robotic one.

✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦

You never showed the signs, at least not easily.

They weren’t blatantly displayed in behaviours or messages, there wasn’t a book of those thoughts or days where it was obvious what you planned to do.

So really, nobody was to blame for what happened. Let alone you. How could they hold it against you, when nobody could even recognize it was happening.

There was nothing they could’ve done to stop it, to stop you, because it was fated to happen, scrawled in the fabric of the universe. It had to happen. You had to do it. Every arrow pointed to it, it was just a fact. But, truthfully, that was what made it the worst.

It was quick, like a snap of your fingers, and then all of a sudden, it was like the world had shifted; because it did. You were the greatest thing they had ever lost, and nobody could figure out why you left them so soon. Not even Earths Mightiest Heroes.

Not even the leader of the elite profilers that you’d known and loved far too much. It took Tony a week to find the letter you’d left. Seven days, far longer than it should have. You didn’t want anybody to find out, apparently, and that’s exactly how it turned out. Tony said you nearly always got what you wanted anyway.

So maybe it was for the best, but none of your loved ones would ever be able to understand why. They didn’t have to. It was the secret that went with you into the ground, and that was what needed to happen. But the curiosity never swayed, the yearning for the reasons you could do such a horrible thing only grew as the days and weeks passed. Though, a small part of them all, knew exactly why you did it. They just didn’t want to admit it.

There was before it happened, and there was after. And before, there has been some rough days. It had been a rough week, In fact. For everyone, really. Nobody could deny that as a fact. The missions had been particularly grueling — one with losses that left everybody a bit more empty inside — and the legal issues were almost worse. Grieving the loss of normalcy and pieces of your soul was necessary after every mission for everyone. But after a few hours, someone typically made the move to bring some sense of comfort to the team. Sometimes it was ordering food, or going out for an activity. Other times it was a movie night, or maybe an arts and craft nobody particularly tried on but goofed off with. Today it was making dinner together, like a family. The family that wasn’t asked for, but needed. The family that couldn’t bring themselves to leave one another alone, isolated, pained. And they didn’t, at least not on the surface.

Via the usage of a vote (that was mostly useless), the group had decided on making pasta accompanied by salad, strawberries, and Peter (accompanied by Steve) got put on dessert duty — blondies, if they had to guess. For a lot of it, it was a few people splitting the tasks and working, while the others talked, brought comedic relief, and would probably eventually go off to the living room while they waited on dinner when they realized they would not be of use. So, in short, you and Tony were the only two remaining in the kitchen (aside from Bruce, but he had headphones in). You sat on the counter next to a large serving platter of sliced strawberries and on your right was the stove, where you eyed some noodles being cooked and Tony perfecting his craft of Alfredo. It was domestic, sweet, and you could see the others on the couch watching what seemed to be Up, based on the tears that welled in a few of their eyes. A smile you had been unfamiliar with lately had found its way back to your lips for just a moment. “What’s on your mind, honey?” The man asked, rubbing his bearded jaw. Dark eyes gazed over towards you on the counter, curious at the very least.

“Hm?” You hummed, making true eye contact with Tony. “What’re you thinking about?” He repeated himself, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to evaluate what was wrong with you. “Uh,” you almost slipped, “nothing. Just..tired; and my ears.” For the record, both were true. You hadn’t slept properly in weeks now, but the help of naps and energy drinks had been able to mask that for the first few. Maybe your luck was running out. Although, the ear pain and migraines were properly excused, an unfortunate downside of the odd abilities you’d gotten. A tragic one you’d found the hard way in childhood. One you couldn’t shake, even to this day. “Uh-huh,” Tony sarcastically murmured, brain prowling every possible thing that could be wearing you down. Tony always knew when something was wrong, it was just a matter of getting you to fess up to it. But this didn’t feel right, didn’t sit well with him.

It was a few hours later, after everyone had eaten and gone to bed, that the reminder of just how alone you were really set in. The darkness hit you, cracked through your bruised ribs and choked its way down your sore throat. With shut curtains and shut off lights, you truly couldn’t describe the feelings you held now. Tony had started to catch on, and surely the others had too. You hoped maybe you could take that piece of pain from them, keep it hidden in your chest and away from them. It wasn’t theirs to see, to feel, or at least it shouldn’t have been.

Being an Avenger was everything to you, but it took everything in you every single day. The missions, the cruel losses, the mental and physical battles that piled up the emotions. But the sense of family, of community, the feeling of being loved by people who had been through so much, made it worth it. There would come a day when the price to pay was too much. You’d been able to shake it off easily enough your first year or so of being part of the initiative, but now you started to hold something against it. Or maybe against yourself?

It was tug-of-war in your mind, a psychological battle where you sat on the floor of the dark living room. Of course you all had dark days; that was guaranteed. But the days that you felt like you were trying to play catch up to your own life made you wish for something else, something more. Losing physical and mental pieces of yourself every mission was starting to feel like more than it was worth. I mean, really, the bionic eye and vocal box was probably a good example of that. Yes, as a family and community, the Avengers were caring and supportive, but the way you never seemed to get the same help on missions wasn’t discreet. Maybe they weren’t trying to do it, but you felt helpless when you were left to fend for yourself and wonder whether they even knew if you were still alive. Maybe that’s why you did it.

With a mind running rapid, soon enough, the tears fell — from one side, anyway. The lack of warmth streaming from your right eye was just another reminder of how you weren’t quite enough for them nor yourself.

Your sulking thoughts were interrupted by the gentle footsteps, though heavy, walking nearer in the dark. It was Steve, clear in true way he evenly held his weight even in a tired form at the late hour, the gentle sounds of his steady steps making your heart beat a little faster. Being seen meant questions, questions meant sharing more than you cared for. Though you didn’t see to care for much these days. When the footsteps stopped, you turned your head towards him, seeing the tall man holding his water bottle (what he’d come out for) staring at you with something close to understanding sympathy. You wondered if he could relate to the crippling sense of loss you felt in your own mind, or the anxiety that coursed through your veins as the serum coursed through his. “It’ll be okay, kid,” he murmured softly. Nothing intruding, no prying questions or unwarranted contact. Just — reassurance. It made you want to scream and cry like a child, cling onto him and every other Avenger as though if you let go, they would dissipate into nothingness. But you refrained, sniffing a bit before sending him a strained smile. “Mhm, thanks, Steve,” you replied with a hoarse voice. A hoarse voice that while, sounding exactly like your own, didn’t feel like it belonged to you. Something curated to make you feel whole again, like you were capable of more than you were.

“Get some rest.” You nodded silently, though he couldn’t see you anyway. It probably wouldn’t happen — sleep hadn’t been in your favour the past few weeks — months, even. It was another short moment until his footsteps began again, starting towards his quarters and you heard the door shut. A breath you didn’t know you were holding escaped your lungs. You eyed the digital clock on the wall; it was later than you’d intended to stay out of your room.

So with a heavy heart and heavier eye bags, you stood from the rug in the living room and trudged towards your room — the second on the left on the north hall — to find the solitude you’d left behind with the mandatory team bonding. When you reached your room, a bit messier than you could enjoy, you let out an annoyed breath. The light flicked on with a snap of your fingers, and dimmed automatically with the clock it was on. You spent maybe fifteen minutes organizing the clothes and keepsakes you’d earlier made a mess of, all the while trying to ease the anxiety thrumming beneath your skin.

When it was to your standards once more, slumping down in your chair in exhaustion seemed like the best choice. Your hands — scarred, scratched, shakier than you enjoyed — rested on the cool wood of the desk. Fingers tapped it as you eyed a notebook and pen, debating whether to do that or type out a message to the group chat. You could go for time and convenience or a last piece of sentiment.

The choice wasn’t terribly difficult, grabbing the light pink notebook with more aggression than you meant to convey and flipping to the next section of empty pages. Soon enough the pen was between your fingers, and you couldn’t find any words you wanted to write down — or maybe you couldn’t find the right ones. Because some part of you wanted to say everything, to beg and plead for help and admit everything that was wrong. But you didn’t; not really, anyway.

To Mr. Anthony E. Stark, you began to write, I’m sorry you had to learn the whole story like this, Tony. I have to come clean. For starters, I am choosing to leave the initiative. I hope you find it in you to understand.

You’d filled up two pages with the message to Tony, and had you had it in you to cry, the page probably would have been stained with tears. Then it was nearly a full page to Steve. One and a half to Natasha. Hardly over one to Thor. Peter and Clint both got a little over one and a quarter. Rhodey, Pepper, Strange, Bruce, and Happy all got their own as well. It took at least an hour, if not two. There was paragraphs of cherished memories, apologies, and finally what felt like an admission of guilt in every single one. It didn’t feel right to tell them like this. But when would you tell them if it wasn’t now? They had to learn somehow.

An ache permeated through your chest as you folded each message in half, sticking your signature seal — an origami sticky note heart — on the outside of them all, different colours for each person. You took a couple minutes to think it over anxiously before stacking them neatly on your desk. The next actions were the ones you regretted the most.

✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦

It was a decent hour the next morning when Peter made his way to come wake you, accompanied by Steve. Breakfast had been made and they had a briefing to discuss — but the teens scream of horror was heard by nearly everybody, even Clint. Though the screams were nothing to those they’d heard from you, it made Tony’s blood curdle.

Your body was collapsed on the floor, propped up against the wall with an open eye. Blood was nearly everywhere. A scalpel was discarded towards the side. The throat piece that kept you alive — a bionic trachea, esophagus, and vocal box — had been sliced and torn from your throat, thrown ahead of you. The bionic eye had as well, blood dripping down your cheek and staining the front of your body, leaking on the carpet. The droplets had gone everywhere when you flung the metal chunk ahead of you, spraying on the papers resting on your desk. It was the crime scene nobody deserved to see.

Soon enough everybody had come running to investigate why Peter had screamed and Steve had gone paler than ever before. Tears were flowing soon enough, more screams erupting from people’s throats at the sight. People were ushered out of the room. Someone ran to puke in the nearest bathroom. Tony had come in last, confused and concerned at the commotion. But when he saw you, an open eye staring at him and an unreadable expression on your far more pale face, he could have died then and there. His heart sunk, his stomach twisted, his brain pleading. It wasn’t right. How could this happen?

But even still, nobody could find it in themselves to make it your fault. Because it wasn’t. Maybe the signs were there, maybe it was their fault for not noticing, not helping.

[crying-fantasies]

TF Kinktober 2024

Transformers Masterlist

Special thanks to @tf-kinktober2024 for organizing the event, and for all the robot fuckers out there.

CW: alien sex (I know the title already states the obvious presence of sex and so on in this work But still I'm going to say it), MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

I'll take my time, mostly long posts to go with the flow, and will be working with different continuities.

Day 1 Exhibitionism | Filming/photographing

Featuring Cyberverse! Soundwave, smut/angst, CW: fingering, kissing with tongue, denied orgasm (from SW’s part), mentions of war.

Day 2 Spanking | Frame modification

Featuring TFAnimated! Jetfire and Jetstorm, smut/humor, CW: heavy touching, licking, massage(?), fingering, blowjob, humping, alien courting (gone wrong), aerial crash.

Day 3 Power play | Gags

Featuring IDW1! Thundercracker, smut/fluff/tiny bit of angst, CW: power play, licking, masturbation (on the mech) talk of the war.

Day 4 Roleplay | Insecticons

Featuring G1! Shrapnel, Bombshell and Kickback, smut/fluff/humor, CW: stretch marks fetish too(?), insect courting (goes with the mech I guess?), oral (receiving), the Insecticons do it like insects and you rock their world moving, Bombshell is into gore (caution).

Day 5 Wet & messy | Group sex

Featuring G1! Bluestreak, smut/fluff/humor, CW: Bluestreak is a goofball and a fluffball, slight dubcon (he’s drunk), heavy petting, licking (gotta keep that mouth busy), oral, lube consumption.

Day 6 First time | Blindfolds

Featuring G1 Springer, smut/fluff, CW: virginity take, penetrative sex, fingering (attempted), handjob, experienced partner (not really), sassy friend (in this house we stand a sassy Arcee).

Day 7 Plug & play | Sex toys

Featuring IDW1! Acid Storm, smut/fluff, use of a dildo, mentioned use of lube/gel and bondage tape, use of mass displacement mods, humping, slight overstimulation, penetration, feelings of love (the Decepticons need so much love, damn), Acid and reader are in a long relationship.

Day 8 Medical play | Fisting

Featuring TF: Earth Wars Game! Barricade, smut/humor, CW: reader putting a hand over the mech, dubious consent (both are drunk every time they get nasty), licking, implied oral, implied fingering and penetration, implied blowjob, messy make-out, Barricade is a menace and an afthole, the reader has a thing for praxian frames (who doesn't?)

Day 9 Spike worship | Overstimulation

Day 10 Spark play | Oviposition

Featuring G1! Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, smut/fluff/humor, CW: sensual thoughts, heavy make-out, the twins being a menace (what's new?), Sunny vowing to kill his brother (what's new??), jealousy, almost oral (giving and receiving), spark electricity, a little of bit of foot (how else are we supposed to touch them while being so little?)

Day 11 Dirty talk | Autobot/Decepticon

Day 12 Edging | Noncon/Dubcon

Featuring IDW1! Deadlock, smut/humor, CW: penetration, licking, mounting, use of teeth and nails, teeth fixation (he thinks your little teeth are cute), the reader is mad and Deadlock is horny, mention of cheating (as if).

Day 13 Beastmorfers | Tentacles

Day 14 Dom/sub | Free use

Day 15 Bot/human | Hatesex

Day 16 Voyeurism | Robogore

Day 17 Valve worship | masochism

Day 18 Bondage | Somnophilia

Day 19 Alt form sex | Vore

Day 20 Praise kink | Monsterfucking

Featuring Merformers! Rodimus Prime, smut/fluff/humor, CW: you fuck the fish, that's it, Roddy doesn't know about kissing, licking (sexy and lovingly), handjob, penetration, mention of a knot, barrier language, nesting, light gore (in a fight), mention of Rodimus’ creators, mer pups/cubs (I love these fictional babies so much), long fic.

Day 21 Phone sex | Captor/prisoner

Day 22 Size difference | Predacons

Featuring TFA! Megatron, smut/fluff/angst, if the size difference is the thing then this Megatron is the one, CW: mentions suicide/death, grief (denial), TFA Megatron first form (I prefer that one over the Earth one), mention of deep emotion, infiltration, use of drugs and alcohol, long fic.

Day 23 Sex pollen | Public humiliation

Day 24 Oral fixation | Stuck

Day 25 Seduction | Size kink

Day 26 Electricity play | Watersports

Day 27 Pet play | Anonymous sex

Day 28 Bathing | Knife play

Featuring TFA! Optimus Prime, Smut/fluff/humor, CW: The reader wants the robot, kissing, indecent thoughts, use of lube/fluid, painful stretch, penetration, and mass displacement, mention of off comments about xenophobia (it's the Animated universe), Optimus is a prudent lover, get yourself someone that looks at you like Optimus does.

Day 29 Secret identity | Minicons

Day 30 Femmedom | Riding

Featuring SG! Tracks, Smut/angst/fluff, CW: the most (pitiful) self-centered Tracks you'll ever see, penetration, mention of sexual assault (sadly a reality that should be stopped), Needlenose likes the reader (too), negation, homicide.

Day 31 Wild card!

[blubbed]

ZOE ADRIEN SHORT STORY MASTERPOST‼️‼️‼️

1. Divorce And Metamorphosis — A trans woman named Miya introspects. Unfortunately not accessible online. Available on Foglifter Press Issue 7.2 here!

2. This Is How We Get Through This — Teen siblings Marya and Clara navigate divine pregnancy. First published in the Fall 2022 issue of Wrongdoing Magazine. Print issue available here. Also available online here via body fluids lit. CW: teen pregnancy, teen childbirth, cannibalism, religious themes.

3. She's Gone! — A girl named Lucy keeps disappearing. Surreal and sapphic. Published by the Origami Review. Available online here.

4. Your Novel And You — A small, silly, and fast-paced piece about you, your novel, and a series of holes. Published by JAKE. Available online here. CW: gore, implied cannibalism.

5. Hush, Moan — A short and atmospheric read about baby gays in a church retreat. Published in Issue 03 of body fluids lit. Available online here. CW: religious themes, masturbation.

6. Eating Her — Butch lesbian eats her dead robot ex-girlfriend. Less fun than it sounds. Live on dog teeth (dogteethlit.neocities.org) via Issue 3: Periphery! CW for descriptions of surgery.

7. Baby Bones — A preteen girl engages in morbid hobbies and an angel grapples with gender all while a heatwave slowly cripples the country. Live on the debut issue of Haunted Portal Magazine. Available online here. CW for animal death and descriptions of surgery.

🌅🌈‼️❤️✨⭐️🥰🔥💿🦈📝🌈🌅

that's it for now! if you've read any of these i would love to know what you think. reblogs rlly help me ! spread the word of zoe adrien. first couple chapters of my novella BABY BIRDS is also available in my kofi for pay-what-you-can and on this tumblr blog (@lactation) for absolutely free. that's it love you!

[cotardspringtrap]

Welcome to Abyss' Caffeine rush Analysis of a William Afton that no one seemingly talks about. Aka The Fourth Closet William Afton. This is also maybe a guide on details if you want to describe or draw him.

Okay so i saw someone draw TFC William again, time to not be normal !!! ( positive / autism ).

But also i realized his design finally.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Body Scars, Self Harm, Torture ( Springlock incidents ), Body Horror, Body Damage and Light Gore. Nothing is Extremely Graphic but still detailed.

I want to be clear, i do not think its mentioned in the book, but the graphic novel is very.. All over the place in all honesty. ( it is anyways, with Elizabeth having the wrong Hair color, and William's robes changing color every page ( its supposed to be the shadows.. but it is not drawn well at all, making the robes look purple or purple and white.. On top of that i know its supposed to be technically *artist/animators black , because in the book its strictly black. )

Actual descriptions here for figuring out what William Afton went through so i can make things a little less complicated design wise.

1. First off, my immediate thought i just realized and why i decided to make this. His secondary scars as Springtrap. In The Twisted Ones, as Springtrap, he is horribly mangled as well as lost some of his teeth.

The implications in the book he also lost his organs, which we will get to later. In The Fourth Closet, its.. less mangled. Still horrible, but not as much. Now this is obviously... probably a confusion on communication like everything else in the graphic novels but also probably to tone it down for kids.

However his teeth are back which is really funny to me. But then again we have learned that Remnant can heal. It wouldn't surprised me if Circus Baby, however and whenever she found him, used so much if it that his skin healed wrong and some things did come come back.

2. Adding onto this, his organs. He clearly still has some of them but.. starts removing them slowly, mainly to produce agony and use remnant, to forever possess himself ( like the games , like Michael Afton ( or so the common theory so far is that Michael possessed himself because of Agony and Remnant ).

I do think that he might briefly be already doing this, but's still more alive than not, hence why he's got an IV and needs mobility aids to get around.

Not to mention the Remnant didn't heal everything. He still has jagged metal bits stuck inside of him. On his neck and eye in the graphic novel, but its more in the book.

I do believe his eye isn't his original as the Springbonnie suit would've probably pushed its own eyes into his skull, or his outside of his skull.

So on top of that he probably is legally blind in both eyes ( not to mention that again the novel depicting something poorly. He doesn't have a robot eye, he has no eye in his right socket. ( though robot eye is kinda fun <3 )

3. Its implied Circus Baby did put him back together. That she did the surgeries and the remnant trials on him. No offense to her, especially because she is a robot / possessed by a minor..........she's probably the reason why he's so fucked up so far.

If William was well enough on his own he probably could have done better. But obviously he wasn't.

In fact as Springtrap in TTO ( the twisted ones ), he was on an Agony/Remnant high. Having "zoomies". I believe this is why Springtrap can chase people whether he is more "alive" like in the books or undead in the games ( and possible movies ). Because otherwise he'd probably just move slowly like a zombie.

4. This is nothing, but even more minor rambling. I always took it as he wore sleep clothes not because he's "grandpa" but because he is ill, as well as that is all that is what is most comfortable.

I do wish people would think things through before being ableist or ageist. William is most likely in his mid 50s in this book series. Which is.. Older, but admittingly at this point in my life i wouldn't say thats old/grandpa. ( i feel like 60 is just on the cusp though ).

I mean think about it. You, are in so much pain, that everything that you touch, hurts. But you obviously have/want to be decent. So you have to be as comfortable as possible.

I can vouch for this as someone with chronic pain, but i cant vouch for ( large body ) scars nor will i speak over people with them.

To end this, I'm not saying all this to have people sympathize or go "aw poor baby" ( if you do this i hope you explode actually . Don't infantalize disabled people ! ).

But because i think its interesting. I also don't think people realize that like.. William self harms, a lot. He doesn't care about his own health too much as long as he knows he won't die ( or at least knows he can come back from it ). He is horribly afraid of his own death.

I am neurodivergent, i love him ( #plurality ), and i had an energy drink

TLDR: I think William's design from TFC is actually way more interesting and way more detailed than people realize.. the Graphic Novel and the Book just don't talk about it too much because well. It is made with kids in mind.

What the text says:

( Red ): Bandage

( Orange ): IV Drip

( Green ): Metal

( Cyan ): Stitches from *CB putting him back together.

( Blue ): Mirror to Watch from certain angles?

( Light Blue ): Scarred / Regrown skin.

( Indigo ): Vocal Cords exposed.

( Purple ): Missing eye + scrap metal.

( Pink ): Wires to Stablize / recharge left over Agony ( or just Life Support ).

Please tag me if you use this for reference!!! I would love to see. ( though no credit is needed of course ! This is just ideas thrown together ) /genuine

*Animators Black is when artists use other dark colors ( usually blue or purple, but sometimes grey ) in place of Black ( example: Nightmare Moon from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Luna from Sailor Moon, and Hordak's Hair ( Netflix She Ra ).

*CB being short for Circus Baby.

[froggityboingerrrr]

Yay! Twisted Vee redesign under cut!! Robotic gore and staring eyes. Also implied blood ( ichor!). Vee doodle up here for fun yay.

[tvnyanchan]

✦𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬✦

Hello fellow robot simps! As you probably already know, this is a request post!

I've probably read half of the MD x Reader posts in there lmao so why not add more content for people like me who frenetically search for new X reader, let's add more feels heck yeah

By the way, I'm only taking scenarios requests for now, since my level of procrastination to write oneshots is incredibly high currently :')

━━━━━━ ☠ ━━━━━━

☑ I WILL DO:

━ Fluff

━ Angst/comfort

━ Hurt/comfort

━ Safe! vore (depending on my mood, but I'm very picky)

冈 I WON'T DO:

━ Smut

━ NSFW

━ Anything p3d0 you get me

━ Heavy gore

━ Heavy angst

━━━━━━ ☠ ━━━━━━

NOTES:

━ I'm not used to write anything too romantic, most of the time it's...romantic fluff, except that the romantic part isn't really implied. For example it'll be mostly things that point out you have a deep connection for eachother.

━ Reader's gender will be unspecified unless a female/male reader is specified. THOUGH! ↓

━ I can only write Female x male reader/Male x female reader, because I don't have much experience in anything else, sorry.

━ I'm not a native English so there may be a few grammatical errors here and there (although I correct most of them)!

━━━━━━ ☠ ━━━━━━

! Just be aware that I'm usually busy and I don't know when I'll post the request. I'll do my best though :3

That was all, stay safe and have a good day/night <3

[dixidin]

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Synopsis- Argenti's insecurities couldn't have hit worse than today, especially with him getting injured while on duty, and his lover walking in on him-!

Characters- Argenti x Boothill (romantic)

Warnings/Extras- Hurt/comfort, blood, potential gore?, body horror?, many many insecurities and mean thoughts about self, implied ED, overstimultation, usage of pet names, incorrect spelling?

Notes- Sorry that this story is a bit late! Some stuff happened, and I was unable to post it at a reasonable time. But I promised that I would post it on Thursday or Wednesday, so here it is today :)

When the light hit Argenti's soft face, he could tell something was wrong. It seemed... duller, just like the energy he had for today. It felt... a bit numb, like something was trying to connect to his brain, but it only lingered in his gut.

Nonetheless, the redhead hopped out of bed, a soft smile already forming on his pinkish lips. He had to get ready for the day. He was a knight afterall!

Knight of beauty. Beautiful... Argenti.

-----

Argenti hid his insecurities behind kind smiles and poetic words, tossing them out to hopeless romantics who hid their grins and blushing face. No one could tell.

No one could tell, let alone even take a glance at the redheads' pitiful thoughts for himself. They would never know how many nights he spent staring in his mirror, inspecting every cell of his skin, or the times he took too long in the bathroom due to him dissociating in the tub, his emerald gaze a bit numb as he stared into the reflection of himself in the water.

Or even the times he took extra notes on how much he weighed...

How could anyone notice? He was a delusional freak afterall.

But someone noticed... Boothill, oh, his beautiful Boothill.

Argenti never opened up much. He felt a sense of guilt. He was a knight. He had to be brave.

He has to be brave.

But when the knight did open up to the outlaw, he stared at his with those soft, smokey eyes, each word that rolled off his tongue dripped into Boothill's mind. His robotic thumb occasionally rubbing circles into the back of his hand, silently telling Argenti to continue. He noticed, and he knows.

But with everyone else? He played oblivious to his insecurities that loomed over his shoulder.

----

The knight’s armored boots softly rumbled with each step he trudged through the dirty ground of the large building he was searching through, his emerald gaze carefully scanning the rooms before he continued walking.

Recently, another knight of beauty had been attacked by a few bad monsters. He was able to fend most of them off, but the mission was overall a failure.

So of course, Argenti being one of the most trusted knights, he was out continuing the rest of the mission for the other knight.

Argenti would've brought some extra knight’s for precautions, if not for the knight explaining how a lot of the monsters were now dead. The proof sealed as Argenti hadn't noticed a single strange figure, not even a noise or anything.

Of course, the knight was still careful, and the silence would've heightened his anxiety, but he was more confused than anything at the lack of action.

But the peacefulness would soon be swept away as Argenti head something drop.

The knight swirled around with a scowl as his grip on his spear tightened, his expression firm as he glanced around the room.

When Argenti didn't hear anything, he took a few hesitant steps before continuing his path, not wanting to investigate and potentially get injured, but with how fate is. One way or another, he'll be walking home injured.

Suddenly, the ceiling above him collapsed as figures dropped down, just barely avoiding the redhead as he stepped back, standing in defense as Argenti noted the gloopy mess of the 'people' as they quickly molded nto a sharp physique, taking their own positions in fight before the other quickly launched itself at the knight.

Argenti quickly slid out of the way from the goopy monster, watching as it hit the floor with a splat before it quickly tried to form again. Meanwhile, the second one rushed up behind the knight, only to get cut as the male took a deep stab through its 'body'.

Only the knight paused once he failed to pull back his spear, a look of anxiety rushing through his already high adrenaline.

The goop that splattered onto Argenti's red spear quickly spread around it. The 'person' trying to absorb it.

The knight froze in shock before quickly brushing off his feelings.

Be brave. Something echoed in his mind as he took out a switchblade that was gifted to him by Boothill, just in case if he'd get caught in extra trouble. Which was all the time.

Urgency running through his veins, Argenti chopped the sludge from the figure, peeling his blade out and accidentally sliding the other persons 'face' as it was reforming again.

The knight swiftly stepped away from between the two, swirling the rest of the muck off of his spear before rushing back up and hitting the figure down into the second one, watching with a pant as the figures cried, trying to rekindle and untangle into their own forms.

Abruptly, the knight would be joining their cries as he let out a yell, pain shooting through his body as the world started to turn a bit slow and heavier.

Without thinking, almost instinctive to fight. Argenti turned around, slid his spear through whatever attacked from behind, lifted, and slammed it onto the rest of the figures.

Some of his holy water, plucked from the purist of water that was believed to be Idrila's making, slipped out from his hip and splashed against the figures. Their cries becoming louder as they shriveled and burned from the water, eventually drying up and staining the ground.

The crimson haired male panted as he used his spear to hold himself upright, unable to look away from the grotesque creatures and the cruel death.

Nonetheless, the monsters were slayed. The most trusted knight of beauty of them all. Argenti had come out on top yet again!

.... he needed a nurse.

----

Argenti panted before sighing at the familiar atmosphere of the inside of his ship. His one and only.

Argenti slid down the large doors as he tried to hold back his pain, hissing slightly before glancing down at his hip, scowling through sweat as he noted how the monster somehow wasn't able to pierce through his armor, but was somehow able to cut at his slightly exposed hip!

Better than being cut in two. The knight would live.

Argenti groaned as he wobbled through the many rooms, inevitably making it into his own shared bedroom. With him and Boothill...

Of course, despite being injured, he still couldn't let his guard down, and he couldn't let his items go to waste. He was a knight. after all, he had to be resourceful. So, while he clutched the blood wound starting to turn darker, he still carefully put away his spear and slipped off his boots.

Tears starting to fill his eyes at this point as he tried to calmly and delicately guide himself out of his heavy armor, having take pauses near the end as he panted.

Blood. Blood. Blood... bandages.

The knight groaned as he lifted himself off of his temping bed, stripping off his shirt as he started to shake to the connected bathroom, his mind demanding him to stay upright. Demanding to walk. Demanding to get care. Demanding to straighten his back. Demanding to not get careless like that. Demanding.

The redhead let out a loud cough as he nearly doubled over, his gaze fuzzy as he tried to navigate himself. To catch himself... failing.

Eventually, the knight stood in the bathroom, which suddenly seemed a bit yellowish and claustrophobic, using the counter and his elbow to prop himself up, his hand still holding his bloody gash while his free hand searched through the drawers, thankfully finding some fresh bandages in the end.

His mind was a blur. He could feel the warm blood trickle down his cold flesh despite his sweating forehead. He could feel his scarred hands shake as the texture of the bandages slid uncomfortably between his fingers.

The knight tried to control himself despite his racing heartbeat and his adrenaline spiking again. He didn't even think to grab something to wipe off the excess blood it wouldn't stain or that the wound wouldn't become infected. No gauze pad or anything. He just frantically rolled the bandages tight around his hip and stomach, feeling the covering scratch at his skin. His emerald irises shaking as his surroundings blurred, watching in anxiety as he rolled it around his waist only to wrap it tighter before continuing.

Roll, then tighten. Roll, then tightened. The knight had to pause occasionally as his pants turned into wheezes, half of his mind finally letting him loose it a bit and stop wrapping the bandages.

The male paused as he huffed once he tore off the rest of the bandages, holding it in place as he scrambled to find something to clip it together and make it stay.

A rare smile in the moment suddenly painted his lips as he found some leftover surgical tape. Only for it to be wiped away as his frantic body froze, suddenly realizing what it had done before he could register it.

The mirror... that was him?

This was the beloved knight?... why... why is he so 'beautiful'...

Despite Argenti's sweating forehead and the blood now staining the bandages and his fast heart rate and his mind going into overdrive!-

.... he froze.

His curly red hair was matted and slightly stained with muck. His eyebags were becoming a bit more noticeable, and his eyelashes did no help with proof of his tiredness. His shaky hands and his scarred body and his moles splotched on his body without a care and his stupid lack of preservation for himself! And his waistline starting to thicken! And his nose being a bit too bumby!

... this was the beautiful knight..? He could cry. He was pitiful. It was pitiful.

The knight watched his reflection in the mirror as his eyes stayed wide in shock before suddenly, the tears started to pile up a bit more, till they eventually dripped down his cheeks.

Why was he crying?.. why was the knight crying?..! He's a knight! He's a knight, not a damsel in distress!

...

The knight didn't want to see himself, but of course. He would still think about himself. Because this is what people on the express in different galaxies and even different lovers saw him as!

Once the bandages were stuck together. Argenti cried. For a long time since forever. He tried to clean up the mess in the bathroom and the thrown armor, even being able to tug a tight turtle neck on himself!

But despite him being able to clean up his messes. He wasn't able to pick up himself. Can you blame him? Who would?

----

Boothill sighed as he stepped into the familiar atmosphere of the ship, taking a breather before a smile appeared on his lips as he finally could relax for the night after some trouble with the IPC.

Thankfully, it wasn't too bad. And he hadn't even gotten a scratch on him!

Hopefully, his partner would be proud and tease him of being taking a break for tonight and not having to worry about fixing any of his systems.... and hopefully, he wouldn't scare the Aeons out of his boyfriend since he'd usually text before coming over. But in his defense, he now has the code!

...speaking of which. Where is his Argenti?

----

The redheads' cries died down at the echo and rumble of a door shutting, only to pause as he lifted his head up. His blurry gaze traveled across the room as his numb mind processed what was going on.

The slam... slam.. oh... Boothill's here.

...

Boothill's here.

Argenti propped up from the bed, his mind a bit faint at the sudden movement, but he brushed it off.

Glancing at his surroundings, the redhead quickly flipped over the pillow to the side that wasn't wet with his tears, quickly trying to wipe them away before grabbing a towel near him.

Scrubbing his tears off as he smoothed out his hair with his free one, tossing the cloth to the side, the redhead continued to scramble, wracking his brain for things to ease the situation so he could play pretend.

The males hands shook as he reached to turn on the bedside lamp, only lightly hiss and turn away at the bright light close to him. Instead, he turned off that lamp and leaned to the other side of the bed, Boothill's half, to turn on his light. It being far enough not to hurt his sore eyes, and so it wouldn't reveal what he'd been doing earlier... what he's been thinking about..

Argenti scanned the room to see if there was anything else to make him look natural, snatching the remote as he turned on the television.

It was... also a bit of an eyesore. But it made him seem more normal, and he could handle it a bit better. Plus, they don't have the largest TV, so it could work.

----

Boothill paused as he glanced around the ship, standing close to the hallway where the bedroom was, but still trying to figure out if Argenti was in the bedroom. Let alone on the ship.

His attention was quickly brought to the TV being turned on, able to hear it due to the sudden noise in the quiet area.

The cowboy's eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion. Either Argenti just woke up or something else was going on.

And either way! The ranger just wanted to see his beautiful boyfriend after an unappreciated meet with the IPC-

Oh... there he is.

The crimson haired male glanced up from the TV with a soft look, pretending as if he was lounging around and wasn't crying after his whole situation.

"Hello, dearest. I'm a bit surprised that you came, but still grateful," Argenti smiled, trying to lay out his honeyed words and ignore the crack in his voice.

"Mh... I'm surprised I didn't startle ya'." Boothill lightly teased, shifting as he closed the door behind him before reaching up to take off his hat.

Through Boothill gave Argenti a quick concerning glance from underneath his cowboy hat before removing it, noting Argenti's slight... hoarse voice?

"Anythin' special ya' got up to today?" Boothill questioned, shrugging off the red cape from his shoulder.

"Hm. Not necessarily. Just some scouting here and there," Argenti lied, shifting in the bed slightly only to softly hiss at the wound striking his body. To which the ranger quickly turned back to the knight.

"Ya' alright hun'?" Boothill questioned, his gray eyes already roaming across the redheads body.

"Yes, yes... just.. tense back today," The knight explained, shifting in the bed further only to wince again.

"Maybe I could give ya' massage? Could make yer' borin' day much more entertainin'." The cowboy grinned. Even though Boothill was mostly cyborg, he knew how much his partner loved his massages. The entire atmosphere and cold hands rubbing away the knots in his back always made Argenti turn into a puddle.

But this time, the knight tensed at Boothill's words, not just from the wound, which was otherwise known as his 'tense back'.

"No, it's alright, dear. I bet you had a stressful day yourself," The male convinced with a cascade grin.

He just... had to keep it in. Not wanting the outlaw to notice the obvious would on his hip. But it still hurt like hell...

No, no!... he had to keep it in. He had to be composed. He could do this. Argenti, the knight, could do this.

Boothill's eyes narrowed a bit before he turned back to the table he stood at, stripping off his belt with the holster to his revolver resting in.

"Meh. The IPC was fudgin' annoyin' today, but I gave them a good fight, just like they wanted!"

The outlaw tilted his head over his shoulder to glance at Argenti as he added.

"Glad to report zero scratches," Boothill grinned before placing his belt on the table and being... somewhat careful with his gun.

On the other hand, Argenti froze slightly as his smile dropped a bit at Boothill saying 'zero scratches'... unlike himself.

"Mh.. that's good to hear," The redhead anxiously smiled, internally smacking himself on the head at his carelessness despite the sudden attack. But that was no excuse!

Well. At least not in his book. Boothill's, on the other hand, he'd just curse that monster to Penacony and back.

More importantly, he could never blame Argenti for anything. As if he was some sort of angel...

He wasn't. He was far from great, and a pit swirled in his gut, not just from the wound, but at the remembrance of his reflection in the mirror.

He'd rather be in denial about that being someone entirely else. Hell, he'd believe if it was just dumb prank and it was just some simulation!

...

The redhead was too caught up in his thoughts to notice the quietness that erupted between the couple. Boothill definitely noticed, and the cowboy couldn't help but steal more glances over his shoulder at his Argenti.

Something about him... something wasn't right. And he could tell just from one conversation with the knight!

His words were less dragged on and poetic, he seemed more quiet and reserved than usual, and just an overall aura and uprightness from him.

It made the cowboy worry a bit over the redhead. Which was basically a foreign word to him at this point.

But Argenti... oh, his beautiful Argenti. He'd lie forever if it meant he wouldn't admit his softness for the knight.

Truthfully, Boothill wasn't sure how to feel about the male at a first glance. Sure, he was gorgeous... but he seemed a bit out of touch and awkward, at least to passing people. The cowboy wasn't an angel himself, but now? Now, he'd pray to whatever Aeon to let the redhead stay a moment longer. Believe it or not, past self! But that rando redhead will stay in your brain for longer than you think.

Still, now. Something in the cowboys mind soon settled in his stomach at his concerns. He could just feel something wrong with Argenti.

... that wasn't the best thing to bet on due to his robotic body, unlike his love for his redhead.

The white and black haired male finally tugged off his leather jacket and pulled off his boots before stepping up to the male. Who only tensed as he snapped back to reality.

"'Genti..." Boothill hummed, leaning down to sit on the bed, the mattress creaking from underneath the cyborgs body at the new added weight.

"... do you need something, dear?" Argenti questioned, tilting his head to the side a bit as a smile graced his lips.

Boothill was about to reply, but something stopped him as his gaze caught something, reaching closer to gently cup the redheads' face, lifting his head back in position.

... what was with the streaks? It wasn't that noticeable, especially with the soft light. The outlaws eyes squinted in inspection as he stared at the knight. Who, unlike his outer shell, was internally screaming and pulling at his hair.

"... Bo-" "Ya' okay?"

He was barely able to get a word out. Quickly brushing off the faint trace of anxiety on his expression, the crimson haired male nervously smirked as he stated.

"Of course..? Why wouldn't I be?" The male answered. The white and black haired males gaze squinting further, noting the eyebags and slightly knitted eyebrows before finally shifting back a bit.

"Yer' not hidin' somethin' from me. Are ya'? I can handle it, y'know." Boothill softly grinned, half joking but secretly, 100% serious. To which the knight just smiled again

"Yes, sweetheart," The redhead explained, his hand reaching over to scratch and fiddle with his hand, only to fumble as he quickly caught himself.

Knight’s stay proper. They don't let their feelings get in the way this easily. They don't give up.

The male winced slightly as he instinctively adjusted, only to immediately regret the decision.

... and they heal quickly from their injuries. Not fussing about it like a toddler.

This time, the outlaw noticed it more intensely, letting his hands drop from his face as he quickly held his waist, trying to be careful with the redheads' sore body and his own metal hands.

"Woa- hey! Hey... ya' alright?" Boothill spoke, his own eyebrows furrowing as his thumbs unconsciously rubbed Argenti's torso to comfort him.

While the male did appreciate the gesture, it was hard not to shift out of anxiety of him noticing the wound.

The redhead took a few deep breaths before his shoulders drooped slightly. Meanwhile, the white and black haired male hardened in annoyance as he nagged.

"Not hidin' somethin'. Yes, sweetheart?" Boothill mocked, to which the knight huffed out of his nose, knowing he was caught.

"Just... maybe I do have some pretty... terrible pain in my back, but that's it." The knight lied, trying to smile to cover his slightly cracked throat.

The outlaw still stared at the redhead with harshness before softening slightly, shifting closer to rest his hand near the knight’s knee.

"Baby... what's wrong?.. ya' can tell me. Please, tell me." Boothill tried to convince, not taking even a second to look away from his partner.

Nothing was wrong... but nothing was wrong! He could survive with some wound that was, albeit, handled without much care. But he could survive and live with the injury that would most likely cause some scar... that would taunt him at how he got it... but at the end of the day. The knight didn't like his body... the knight didn't like himself much either.

"Darlin'... did somethin' happen to ya'? Ya' mentioned scoutin'..." The outlaw wondered, unable to get the redheads eyes to meet him for more than 2 seconds.

No.. no. He couldn't tell Boothill what happened. He'd... he'd feel too guilty. He could barely meet his eyes. He just had to let these feelings burn off. He just had to become skinnier and work on his muscles and clean his hair more and clean his armor and walk better and talk better.

He could handle it. He's a knight!

"C'mon rosey. Just breathe and tell me... I know ya' don't have to, but at least just tell me that," The cowboy tried. As time frantically passed in the knight’s head, he could barely lift his head up or brush away his hair to greet his lovers worried gaze.

He's a knight. He's a knight. He's a knight? A very pitiful one. Why was he a knight. Why was he here? One of the most trusted ones? Make the crowd laugh more why don't you?

So idiotic. A knight? He does fit the category. Just a delusional knight. A freak of nature. Some ugly redhead who'd easily be left in the dust. He should've just died on that planet. But he's still here. He's still got a job. He's still a knight. He's a knight.

"Pretty boy. Lemme hear ya'. Lemme see ya'. Please."

Argenti paused. Did he? Because now he was staring at the outlaw, finally meeting his lovers gaze.

Pretty boy? That was new... and it was stupid... and it was too kind for Boothill to say to... a knight.. a...

Suddenly, he was brought into an embrace. Much warmer than he expected, and his face-

...

When did he start crying?... This was stupid. He was a knight. He was a knight. Argenti is a knight. Argenti.

... Argenti just wanted his thoughts to shut up... he just wanted the people who insulted him to shut up. Call him selfish. Whatever.

Argenti was just so... so tired..

"Shh... shh.. 'm 'ere.. 'm right here, baby," Boothill whispered in Argenti's ear, rubbing a soothing hand down his partner's back while his other hand resting on his head, his red locks of hair so easily and smoothly falling into his hand.

"No.. mh.. no Boothill.. I..." "Shh... it's okay... you'll be okay.. and I'll be here.." Argenti sobbed once again as his hand wrapped around the cowboy's robotic body, desperately clinging to his system and trying to somehow pull himself closer, his hoarse voice already crashing so easily as the redhead hid his face into the cowboy's shoulder.

The couple stayed like that for a moment, Boothill whispering sweet nothings into Argenti's ear as he cried, Boothill kissing his temple and occasional rubbing at his head as Argenti nuzzled closer into Boothill.

Eventually, Argenti let his cries die down, still resting his face onto Boothill's now damp shoulder like a kicked puppy, only to feel his face suddenly lift up.

The redhead cracked his watery eyes open as he stared at the outlaw with a far look in his eyes. Contrary to Boothill, who looked at his partner with the most tender gaze.

The cowboy delicately held the knight in his metallic hands, swiping away any leftover tears before he spoke up.

"... what happened, pretty boy?... I can't read yer' mind, but I can at least hear ya'.." Boothill whispered, gathering the redheads' hands in his own, who teared up a bit more at the pet name before shakily exhaling.

The two stayed quiet for a moment before Argenti opened his mouth, something tugging at his heart if he met Boothill's gaze for too long, especially as he explained.

"The people... everyone... they're right. I'm..." Argenti paused as he pursed his lips, trying to regain his composure while his lover stayed silent, though confusion still wavered on Boothill's face at Argenti's trailed off words.

"Everyone... everyone calls me delusional or even a freak and... they're correct...! I can't believe... I can't believe that this is a knight of beauty..."

...oh

"Sweetheart-" "I'm... no I'm... I'm not good enough... and I'm... I'm not pretty..! There's so much beauty around me... but somehow I'm always the thing lacking it..."

".. I shouldn't be here.."

".. 'Genti... baby..." Boothill murmured, his accent thick like syrup as it got heavier in regard, a hand picking back up to try and lift up his face and make the redhead meet his eyes.

The ranger took a small exhale before shifting his hands to rest on Argenti's neck, his thumbs holding up his face as the cowboy spoke.

"Listen to me... yer' the most wonderful, gorgeous human I've ever met. Even with the first time I met ya', I thought you were so, so beautiful.. an' it only got better as I started to know ya' more personally."

"Yer' so kind an' brave, an' I could give half of a shirt at anyone talkin' bad about ya'. I'd be more concerned on what they're seein'." Boothill explained, lightly joking before interlocking their hands again.

"I can't get ya' to believe this overnight, but please know that yer' so... so perfect from the inside an' out, an' there's so many people who trust ya' for you... an' I can knock out the people who dare to think otherwise." The outlaw confessed, earning a smile that tugged at Argenti's lips.

Despite Argenti's arguing thoughts racing in his mind, a part of his soul still trusted Boothill's words, which is why the redhead gave the cyborg a soft nod. Earning a whipped smile from said cyborg, who'd prefer the term mushy or lovesick. But in this situation, he supposed it wasn't the worst.

"There's my angel," Boothill murmured, pulling Argenti into a caring hug, which was quickly reciprocated.

"... anythin' else ya' wanna tell me?" Argenti froze.

"Uhm... me going scouting... was a lie.. ish... I went on an old mission of another knight of beauty because it ended in failure for him... and I did complete it.... but I.. got a bit injured," The crimson haired male nervously explained, leaning back from the white and black haired male, whose eyes widened before relaxing slightly.

"Do ya' need me to fix it up for ya'?... have you put any bandages on it..!?" Boothill questioned, getting a bit anxious himself before Argenti added.

"Yes, yes... Albeit very... frantically... and.. little care..." Argenti continued, shifting awkwardly in the bed slightly before the ranger quickly held back the redhead.

"It's okay.. it's alright. Lemme fix it up for ya' hun'." Boothill comforted, kissing at the redheads temple for a split second before sitting up and walking over to the bathroom.

As the cowboy quickly gathered the supplies to heal up Argenti, grabbing some thread just in case for stitches, Boothill couldn't help but notice the blood that was previously dripped onto the floor, an uneasy feeling washing over him as his mind traced on what happened before.

The ranger started to feel a bit guilty for being late, especially with his partner's injury and how long he was possibly crying for, but he was here now, and he'll do whatever it takes to bring back up that smile.

When Boothill came back into the bedroom, he couldn't help but notice Argenti, now shirtless with a bloody patch near his hip. He took an inhale before settling down the items on the bedside table.

"Here, here. Just lay back..." Boothill murmured, one hand gingerly ushering away his hands from the bandages while the other carefully pushed the redhead back into the pillows by the chest.

As the outlaw unraveled the bandages, he quickly noticed the bloody wound that started to leak out once the covering was immediately off.

"Mh... luckily, I doubt you'd need stitches, but yer' definitely gonna have to let it rest, just like yerself." Boothill explained, giving little room for Argenti to argue, not that he wanted to. The redhead just stayed silent as he watched the ranger properly put on his bandages, occasionally getting a gentle sorry and kiss on the face from the latter when the crimson haired male winced.

Secretly, the male's mind was torn between embarrassment at another human coddling over him at something like this as if he couldn't take care of a simple wound... and pretending to act in pain for more kisses, but the knight knew better.

Sooner or later, the ranger wrapped the last of the bandages together and made sure they were secure in place, making sure not to tighten it too much, compared to Argenti's first try.

As the redhead sat up in the bed, taking a soothing breath as the coverings felt much more comforting on his body than before, suddenly, the male watched in the corner of his eye as the cowboy lowered himself to the ground, to which he was met by the white and black haired male kneeling in front of him when he shifted his gaze further down.

Argenti watched as a pleasing smile slowly formed on Boothill's face as he reached for the redheads' hands, bundling them up to kiss at the backs of them, his eyes closing in solace before opening as he leaned back.

The rangers eyes drooped lightly, leaning against the knight a bit to extend his metallic hand up to brush aside a strand of hair straying away.

"I love you," Boothill confessed, a smile tugging at Argenti's face in return.

"I love you too." Argenti responded, his smile growing wider as the outlaw kissed at his hands for another moment in gratitude. If anything, Argenti should be doing all of this for the ranger, but he would allow himself to be pampered for tonight, and most likely for the next few days while recovering.

It was... new, and it felt a bit awkward, but the knight couldn't ever refuse getting love to someone like his lover, especially with it being Boothill.

As the quiet moment passed, the cowboy lifted himself back up, only to quickly pull himself back to the knight.

" 'm gonna get changed, jus' wait 'ere for me..." The cowboy whispered, his accent turning stronger despite his low voice. Wrapping a hand around Argenti's head to pull his face forward and press a quick kiss to his forehead, the male soon stepped away to grab at some clothes for rest.

After a moment, the outlaw walked out of the bathroom, brushing out his messy hair with his hand as his red plaid sweatpants clung to his hips, Boothill's robotic eyes quickly met with Argenti's, who silently stared at the cowboy before looking away as light blush crept up his neck and face once he watched a smile break out onto Boothill's lips.

The outlaw softly chuckled before quickly sliding into bed, still seeking his connection despite his lack of flesh. Boothill took note of Argenti shifting underneath the covers so that he was closer to the middle and the outlaw had room.

While Boothill did appreciate the redheads' mindfulness, he couldn't lie when his fingers twitched in anxiety of Argenti potentially hurting himself at the movement.

Luckily, Boothill quickly stopped Argenti before he could hurt himself. Reaching over to turn off the light as an excuse before swiftly wrapping his arm around the knight, guiding him down as the cowboy leaned back into the mattress and fluffy pillows.

".. good?" The white and black haired male questioned as he watched his partner place his head down onto his metal chest plate and practically laying the rest of his body on top.

"Mh.. yes.... thank y-" "don't thank me." The cowboy quickly intercepted, despite his firm words, his voice lacked any of it.

"Ya' don't need to thank me... lemme pamper ya'..." Boothill explained, a hoarse chuckle leaving the redheads' lips.

"... I hate to admit this... but... this feels so weird.." Argenti confessed with furrowed eyebrows before quickly turning his head up to the outlaw.

"Not loving you, but rather... getting love like this... I'm always fussing over people.. but in the circumstances when it's the other way around..." The knight trailed off as he stared at Boothill with a parted mouth despite his lack of words.

"I get it. It felt weird gettin' love in general... but you..." The cowboy paused as he glanced up at the ceiling before looking back down at the knight, a grin stretching across his sharp teeth.

"Well, you seemed to hack my circuits..." Boothill joked as another chuckle left Argenti.

"Mhm.... still.. I do feel a bit bad for you doing this and worrying over my carelessness... can't I do anything? When I'm not injured, of course," Argenti continued, resulting in the latter quieting down before shifting the redhead closer to his body.

"Jus' stay here." Boothill instructed, his free hand intertwining the knight’s scarred hand while the other already wrapped around him, grasped at his cheek, and swayed his thumb back and forth against the redheads' cheekbone.

A soft hum emerged from Argenti's chest as he practically melted against the touch, his curls flowing against Boothill’s cyborg body. "Charmer." Argenti teased, his emerald eyes cracking open as he looked up at Boothill through his long red lashes.

"I'm gettin' it from you." Boothill teased back in unison before he relaxed against the mattress, his thumb continuing to trail back and forth in a rhythm.

"I love ya'... did I already say that?" The outlaw chirped. "You did, and I feel like if I don't rest now, you'll say it until the morning comes," The redhead explained, feeling a kiss being pressed on his forehead where his hair didn't cover.

"It's true.... but I love ya' so much... if I'd have yer' tongue, I'd also be ramblin' for hours," Boothill laughed, squeezing Argenti's hand.

"You say I love you only to follow up with a mean quip? I don't think that's very sweet of you, my silver cowboy." Argenti scoffed, reciprocating the soft squeeze.

The ranger just rolled his eyes before speaking. "Jus' rest yer' pretty head," The male lightly demanded, only for his words to quickly cut through Argenti's taunting persona as blush started to form on his face once again.

"... uhm.." The knight anxiously hummed after a quiet beat, the outlaw quickly looking down at the redhead at his embarrassment.

"Can you... can you just... call me those.. names again?... like... you called me pretty boy earlier...." Argenti stuttered, his blush rising to his ears as he closed his eyes, immediately regretting his words.

Meanwhile, the latter's eyebrows raised up in slight surprise, but Boothill swiftly brushed it off. Especially at his partner's beautiful flushed face.

"Of course, darlin'. They were made for you, after all," Boothill reassured, his hand parting from his cheek to drag through Argenti's red hair and softly rub at his head. To which the knight calmed down at the cowboy's reassurance, especially at his physical affection.

As the sun started to set and the stars found their spots in the dark sky, the constellations met with each other and formed into a tale of time. The couple stayed safe on the ship, traveling through the night as the outlaw comforted his tired knight now at ease.

"Yer' so beautiful,"

"My pretty boy,"

"I'll be 'ere. Don't worry,"

"Jus' rest that crazed mind of yers',"

"I love ya,"

Boothill murmured before opening his eyes, his gaze immediately softening as he saw through his vision, his tired, but oh so perfect Argenti.

The ranger pulled the covers higher onto the pair as his hand rested back down onto Argenti's cheek, swiping at his cheekbone while his other hand unraveled from his partner's just to pull him closer.

Boothill couldn't help but press a kiss to the corner of Argenti's parted lips as his breaths came in and out in a slow yet careful motion, nesting his chin onto the top of his head and into his hair, inhaling that familiar rose scent before finally letting his worried rush away for the night as he would soon meet with Argenti in their calming dreamland.

"I love you so much, my beautiful Argenti."

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