this weekend.

commissions. huff.

just some plotted briar things ft @devilspurs

and if u kept me company while i streamed some self indulgent art?

i love the idea of briar singing

but his singing voice would subvert every expectation, because i promise you he can belt out some rock n roll / metal type shit like it's nothing. like im sure he could sing softly but the vibe of the genre just suits him so much more am i insane

pspspspsps ...

@dreamweaved : " i just wanted to protect you . "

the voice is so small when it reaches himㅤ-ㅤhesitant, so, so smallㅤ&ㅤhesitant. if he wasn't focused on bringing briar the things he asked for he would've missed it.ㅤhe's missed a lot, it seems.ㅤboothill can't remember the day anymore, he doesn't remember how long he has felt this . . . growing empty pit in his chestㅤ-ㅤit's cavernous, he's realized. even when he looks at the familiar face, briar looking back at him with worry he has not seen before.ㅤtime, he just needs time.ㅤthis is what he repeated to himself, every time he looked at briar, it seemed like the clock reset.ㅤlike the timer itself returned back to the very beginning to start once moreㅤ;ㅤhowever, time was not resetting for him in this moment.

protect, it was boothill's job to do that. his husband was wholly fleshㅤ&ㅤbone, he was metalㅤ&ㅤwires. he could survive with a wound so deep, it would just be simple maintenance work to remove. all he could do was stare,ㅤ&ㅤstare,ㅤ&ㅤstare as briar tried to speak againㅤ-ㅤto reach out to him. it's only when he feels the tingling sensation of mixed emotionsㅤ:ㅤfear, worry, misery, guilt.ㅤthe guilt was what finally brought boothill back. " i know. " the cowboy finally says, his voice raspyㅤ&ㅤdry from disuse. how long had it been since he uttered a word to his lover?

he's finally setting the glass of water downㅤ&ㅤleaving a bundle of familiar red, tattered fabricㅤ:ㅤhis poncho. it wasn't what briar asked for, truth be told, but boothill always brought it with the hopes of it providing comfort where the ranger could not.ㅤthis guilt ate at him, if only he did better, or maybe he should've scared some poor hapless nurse into boarding the ship to treat briar than leaving it to boothill's subpar care. he should've done better, he had to do better. this he knew, this he told himself. it was fine in the beginning, it was getting better the muscles in his arm were getting stronger with each passing day.

until they stopped healing properly. " i know. " boothill echoed once more, he doesn't know what else to sayㅤ-ㅤnot when briar's emotions scream in the depths of his mindㅤ:ㅤsay something pleaseㅤ;ㅤis what it feels like.ㅤi don't know what to say, he echoed back in his mind.ㅤthe cowboy could only look at briarㅤ&ㅤremind himself of every regretㅤ:ㅤnot being firm in the boundaries of his missions, not protecting briar, failing him in every step of this whole situation. by the arbiter, why couldn't he do anything right? but, his husband needed himㅤ:ㅤhe could stand to be more conversational.

so he sits down at the edge of the bedㅤ&ㅤraised a hand to gently push the pale locks from briar's tired face. " i don't blame you, baby. " boothill says, " don't think this changes anythin' i feel about ya. " cradling briar's cheek with his hand, he lets his thumb rub at the soft peak of cheekbone. " i just . . . i wish i did more for you. did better for you, it . . . hurts. lookin' at you 'n' thinkin' about all the things i did wrong by you. that i can't change anythin' about this. " but he brings briar in, close, close, close . . . until their lips meet in a slow, chaste, yearning. for a moment, it is like their first kiss again, when it was low lightㅤ&ㅤhidden away in the corner of their kitchen.

where jokes were hadㅤ&ㅤshared until the closeness of their body bumped into one another when briar failed to reach for something proper. when it was hesitantㅤ&ㅤnothing but ghosts of tiers against one another.ㅤin some way, it left him fulfilledㅤ-ㅤreassured.ㅤthey will get through this, just like they have with every other bump in their relationship. " i love you. never forget that. "

came on here to be a pest

but i did suddenly think about briar eventually not wrapping his wings anymore and having them just, out. they're not super big or anything. but they're very similar in color and pattern to a magpie. nyahaha.

aren’t you clever  &  romantic ?

       briar is almost immediately pleased with himself. the wings at the sides of his head spreading out slightly. " good of you to notice~ " he hums, gaze shut behind the tangerine reflection of his shades. " be embarrassing if i did all this flirting, for you not to even catch on. " then, briar leans enough to prop his chin atop his hand, the other reaching out to twirl a bit of sunday's hair around one finger. " after all, we have all this time to do whatever we want now- don't want to waste it. "

 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳 𝑰𝑵 𝑴𝑬

there … there you are . i see you now / whichever verse you want 💖

       fortune smiles upon him once again. and just as quickly, a weariness, already begins sitting heavier upon his shoulders. an unbearable burden, he takes with eagerness and glee. that is the price he pays for an audience with his god. worth the steady climb, for the bliss that comes after each 'tryst'- which leaves him at his very best for days, even weeks at a time.

mismatched eyes mirror jian's own. amber and violet meeting, reverent as he should be. briar sits on his knees- a smattering of wax, ink, and other things around his person. his call was answered, briar's relief only outweighed by the dreadful spike in anxiety that coils in his gut. a common companion, when these visits took place. he has learned to live with it quite well. " jian... " there is something he needs to make happen soon. he needs power, more... he needs...

the little magpie is met with a shadowy embrace. yet another in a long line of many more to come. this was simple fealty, this was devotion. " i need you. " he admits against sheets of silk and smoke-- chilled fingers running through his hair. peeling away the ache of his woes. " i need your help with this... "

 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳 𝑰𝑵 𝑴𝑬

❛  ya look so precious when yer needy.  ❜ xoxo

      " hhhaaa? " a furrow of his brow, hands gripping the material of his coat a little tighter. the compliment takes him by surprise, cheeks dusted a soft pink hue. " ugh, d-don't say that... " complaint cut short, as he get some desperately needed friction against atticus' hip. god he loves him so, so much-- but when he got going with the teasing, he could be unbearable. here briar was, ready to bend to his every whim-- and he wont even touch him. instead, content to let him try for what he can get.

briar gives him an indignant kiss, a frustrated press of lips. before turning to tuck his face into his hair. chin tucked over one shoulder, briar exhales. " finish what you started, or so help me-- " what? what was he going to do? briar chooses not to finish that sentence. panting instead, keeping his weary expression hidden from view.

praise kink

sometimes, briar's abilities can project his own emotions. he usually keeps a good handle on that- but if he's really overwhelmed by a particular emotion or mood, then it can be felt by others. unfortunately this doesn't just apply to positive emotions- but also negative ones. fear, panic, sadness, anger ect ect. and in the most extreme cases this can be pretty damn debilitating. but i feel for some of these it'd take a real life or death situation, or him being intentionally pushed to that break point.

considering having briar's damage type be fire actually ,,, since his heels are metal. do you see where im going with this coughs

HELLO, HELLO !! polaris here having moved their boothill to a singleㅤ-ㅤmuse blog ( formerly @ mythkiss )ㅤ&ㅤlookin' to have a grand ol' time hunting.ㅤif you're interested in writing with a multi - fandom, crossover, ocㅤ-ㅤfriendly ㅤboothillㅤfrom mihoyo's honkai star rail, then please likeㅤ&ㅤhelp out with a lovely reblogㅤ&ㅤwe'll check you out soon enough !!

not moonhill turning out hella 80s without meaning to ...

🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑺𝑬 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. ( nsfw! )

❛  good girl / boy.  ❜ ❛  you have the most perfect body.  ❜ ❛  i can't stop thinking about your ass.  ❜ ❛  you always know just what i need.  ❜ ❛  you're taking me so well. i'm proud of you.  ❜ ❛  that's it, [petname], keep going just like that.  ❜ ❛  take it for me. i know you can.  ❜ ❛  you have no idea what you're doing to me.  ❜ ❛  you're so incredible, the way you beg for me is driving me crazy.  ❜ ❛  you're doing such a good job.  ❜ ❛  you always know how to make me feel good.  ❜ ❛  i love the way you look when you're on your knees for me.  ❜ ❛  i've been waiting for this all day.  ❜ ❛  you're so beautiful when you struggle for me.  ❜ ❛  you're a pleasure to use.  ❜ ❛  those are such pretty sounds. keep them up for me.  ❜ ❛  you look so cute squirming like that.  ❜ ❛  it makes me smile when you drip like that before i even touched you.  ❜ ❛  you want to be a good girl / boy for me, don't you?  ❜ ❛  just like that, you're doing so well for me.  ❛  look how well you fit around me, you're perfect.  ❜ ❛  look how beautiful you look all spread out and ready for me.  ❜ ❛  that's it, you're taking your punishment so well.  ❜ ❛  you look so precious when you're needy.  ❜ ❛  that's it, just let go. make yourself feel good.  ❜ ❛  how can i deny you when you're begging me so nicely?  ❜ ❛  you look so pretty when you're taking my cock.  ❜ ❛  are you going to come for me, pretty girl / boy?  ❜ ❛  you have the most amazing lips to kiss.  ❜ ❛  you're making me feel so good, [petname].  ❜ ❛  let me hear your beautiful moans.  ❜ ❛  come for me. you deserve it after being so good to me.  ❜ ❛  you're so nice and wet / hard for me.  ❜ ❛  just the way you look at me is driving me wild.  ❜ ❛  you can do it, i know you can.  ❜ ❛  atta girl / boy.  ❜ ❛  you're absolutely beautiful when you're bound like this.  ❜ ❛  such a nice mouth for me to use.  ❜ ❛  you're irresistible when you're in control like this.  ❜ ❛  i love how you make me lose my mind.  ❜

what if i just pretended i didnt owe anything so i can b nasty here