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mitsundere · 4 days
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This is how their meeting would look like, right?
I can't wait to put them into the same team with no synergy between them whatsover, just because of their aesthetics.
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mitsundere · 6 days
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i imagine the constant exposure to the cold and fragmentum monsters has left him with quite a lot of lasting damage...
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mitsundere · 9 days
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❀ ˎˊ- prompt: when being a mechanic means performing maintenance on a space cyborg cowboy, you start questioning your career choices. ❀ ˎˊ- boothill x gn!reader ❀ ˎˊ- wc: 750 ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: written before his release whoops, boothill's half naked but like. he's always half naked your honor ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: engineers and mechanics dont @ me i dont know how machines work i just want to make funny cowboy man drabbles ❀ ˎˊ- img credits
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Sometimes, you just had to take a step back and wonder just how badly you screwed up to get to your current point in life.
Sparks fizzled and sprayed out at you as you worked on the cyborg before you. Wiping at your forehead, you clicked your tongue as you dove in deeper with your pliers into the cavity in Boothill’s back, trying your best to make sense of the jungle that was his wires. It’d been a while since you’d seen such an… old fashioned model (now that everything was all puppets and wireless), but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle.
“You be careful back there,” your client called, throwing his head back to look back at you with a toothy grin and hitting your face with his hair in the process.
Briefly looking up for your work, you met his grey eyes with an unimpressed stare.
“I told you to keep your hair out of my way,” you chided, jabbing at a particularly sensitive spot with your pliers and earning a startled yelp.
“Ow-!” Boothill blew at a lock of hair childishly as he faced forward again. “Alright, alright, no need to get all cutesy.”
You raised a brow. “Aw, you think I’m cute?”
At your teasing, Boothill let out a whiny snarl, a scowl twisting his face. “Y’know what I mean. I swear, the second I get my hands on that troublemaker, I’m going to hug him.”
“Well, aren’t you just a sweetheart?”
He could practically hear the smile in your voice, and it only set him off even more. Out of spite or perhaps pettiness, Boothill shook his head, shoving even more of that hair into your face. Upon hearing your indignant complaints, he huffed smugly.
“That’s what you get for playin’ with me, sweetheart,” he sung triumphantly, leering at you with a cocky grin. You rolled your eyes, poking him in the nose.
“You’ve got some nerve to talk like that to the person with pliers in you,” you retorted, twisting said tools. Boothill shrugged, swiping out his tongue to try to lick at your finger, giggling like a schoolgirl when you quickly withdrew your hand.
“Ah, but you’d have to be a special kind of stupid to mess with me.” Boothill exhaled in satisfaction as you tightened certain screws, adding the finishing touches before closing his back hatch. “And you might be fiesty, but you ain’t stupid.”
You slapped his back as you finished, Boothill laughing as you did. Over the years, you’ve learned that he had quite the contagious laugh, evident by the way you too smiled upon hearing it. There was just something about the way he laughed without restraint, without worry or care for what others might think of him. But then again, that was just how Boothill was.
Standing up, you took off your apron and gloves and stretched, your bones cracking satisfyingly as you rolled back your shoulders.
“Let me get your clothes for you,” you said, shaking out your legs as you walked to your work table.
There, laying on it was his hat and what could barely be called a shirt, as you’d often say. Usually, you didn’t care about what your clients wore as long as they were decent, but if Boothill didn’t have metal for a torso, you were sure he’d be banned in most public spaces.
“Seriously, you should-” you began, only for something to completely slump against you, making you stumble from its weight and nearly collide into your work table. Familiar metal arms looped themselves around your waist, their flesh cold and hard.
Knowingly, you let out a sigh.
“Boothill, get off me.”
The cyborg hummed, briefly considering it before shaking his head and burying his face into your neck.
“Deal with it for a minute, won’t you?” His voice was muffled by your skin, his shark-like teeth grazing you as he spoke. “Been a while since I’ve seen you, much less held you.”
Slowly, you set down his clothes. With Boothill’s bare chest pressed against you, you could feel every stir and thrum of the machinery, from his artificial heart to the relaxing hum of his engine as he laid against you. That same hair that’d been your headache for the last hour now tickled at your neck, a giggle rising up in you at the feeling.
“Alright,” you conceded, patting his head and threading your fingers through his hair, a pleased murmur escaping the cyborg. “But only for a minute.”
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mitsundere · 12 days
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—“ah.. please tell me no one heard that..”
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mitsundere · 12 days
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(misc doodles) mx. argenti just one chance please please please please plea
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mitsundere · 15 days
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All White Day illustrations we've gotten for Honkai Star Rail! I wish we got more than 3 but I'll be patient until next time 🥲
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mitsundere · 19 days
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If not attending business meetings or gambling away in casinos, Aventurine can instead be found at nightclubs, with a brightly colored drink swirling leisurely in his hand.
He finds that he rather likes the atmosphere of the nightlife, with the darkness of the night providing a safe cover for him and any other partygoers, the loud roar of drunken clients drowning out any secrets or sorrows, and the blaring neon lights a distraction from the meaningless toil of the day. The energy of the party sweeps one away in a tsunami of alcohol and laughter and hands that wander where they shouldn't.
Aventurine takes another sip of his beverage - a margarita this time - and savors the slight burn as it slides down his throat. His elbow rests casually on the bar counter as he simply takes in the delirious atmosphere.
He doesn't remember which glass he's on now, nor does he particularly care. All Aventurine needs to bother with is keeping his drink covered and his wit still relatively intact, and a few measly glasses isn't enough to win him over.
Still, it doesn't mean that the alcohol isn't taking its effect on him. While Aventurine's eyes are as sharp as ever, both observing the ridiculous acts of drunken clients with almost sadistic amusement and keeping an eye out for any malicious intent, he can't deny the warm tingle in the back of his head that comes with his drinks.
He lets out a content sigh into the alcohol-laced air, raising his gaze to the multicolored ceiling.
Yes, this was perfect for him, he muses, a bitter smile on his face. This was where he belonged, in a twisted sanctuary for people to temporarily drink and party themselves out of reality. This was the only place left for people like him.
"I thought I might find you here."
As if by habit, Aventurine chuckles, straightening his posture. Taking another sip of his drink, he takes his time turning to you and meeting your disapproving gaze.
"Well, if it isn't my favorite assistant," he hums, the glass still hovering above lips, the nectar within just a few bits away from pouring into his mouth. "What brings you all the way here?"
As he doesn't already know the answer.
"You, who else?" You sound exasperated, but your words bring upon satisfaction as his smile grows wider.
"Aww," Aventurine coos. He downs the rest of his drink, setting it down on the bar before leaning on the counter towards you, propping his head up on his palm. "Was someone worried about me?"
Again, he eagerly awaits for your answer.
You give him a tired look, one that he's seen many, many times in his career. Yet you decide to indulge him, a defeated sigh leaving you.
"Obviously," you say bluntly. "You'll destroy your liver at this rate."
Aventurine laughs good-naturedly, the corners of his mesmerizing eyes crinkling.
"Well, aren't you sweet."
He pushes himself off the counter to stand, and shrugs on the fur coat that was hanging off his stool. With a gloved finger, he tips your chin towards him.
"I must apologize for worrying you, my dear," he says sweetly. You furrow your brows at the nickname, but Aventurine pays no mind as he quickly pays off his tab and saunters off to the building's exit. He looks back at you, amusement flickering behind those rose-tinted glasses as you stare at him, dumbfounded yet too tired to care for his antics. "Aren't you going to see me home?"
You don't remember saying anything of the sort, and Aventurine knows this, but in the end, he's still your boss and you have to do what he asks of you.
Reluctantly, you follow him out. Aventurine slings an arm around you as you come close and pulls you flush against his side as you walk down the streets of the city. When you don't protest, but rather, subtly lean into his hold, Aventurine internally breathes a sign of relief.
He doesn't treat anyone else like this, much less a subordinate. The Amber Lord knows what people have been whispering about the two of you at headquarters. But he can't help it, not when you're the only one to actively seek him out and not push him away, as annoyed with him as you sound.
Something about that attracts him to you, as much as he hates to admit it. Time and time again, whenever you take the time out of your already busy work schedule to check on him, like now, he can't stop his heart from beating a little bit faster.
"Your breath reeks of alcohol," you comment, pulling him out of his thoughts.
"Is that so?" Aventurine hums thoughtfully. "I wonder why."
You roll your eyes. "If you need a distraction that badly, have you tried seeking therapy?"
"That's hardly a distraction, my dear," Aventurine chuckles. "No, unless you can come up with a better idea, I think I'll stick to the clubs."
"Or you could come to me."
You expect another laugh, but instead, Aventurine stiffens as if shocked by a lightning bolt. His eyes widen, his mouth slightly agape as he stares at you. But by the time you notice and look back to him, Aventurine's smile is back, only this time, something dark lingers behind his irises.
"Hm, I don't know about that one," he says easily, his arm falling back to his side as he quickens his pace. "It isn't kind to say things you don't mean, dear."
Indignation flashes across your face, and something in Aventurine's chest tightens.
"Sir-"
And yet, he persists despite himself.
"We should get going."
His tone is flat, still lighthearted, but warning this time. You open your mouth to protest, but think better of it and shut your lips.
The walk back to the car is quiet, deafeningly so. You still walk by Aventurine's side, but now, there's a considerable distance between you two.
Aventurine's fingers twitch, and for a moment, he almost reaches towards you, only to catch himself and reign his hand back to his side. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath and calms himself.
Yes, this is how it should be, he thinks to himself as he enters the car. He leans on the door and gazes outside at the nightclub, still raving despite it all.
An escape, a distraction, that was what he sought out most. But it couldn't come from you.
He'd rather die before he'd let that happen.
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mitsundere · 22 days
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How did you give yourself an EAR INFECTION eating pussy
im just gonna screenshot from a text i sent my friends after the doctors visit
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mitsundere · 30 days
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self-acceptance
Argenti doubted his value in the past and still sometimes struggles to perceive himself with confidence: In the future, you will gradually learn to accept yourself, to break through the shackles of societal prejudice, and to discover the unique things about yourself. — Web event “Fables of the stars”
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knight of beauty 🌹
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Argenti <3 🌹🌹
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No new drawing time to yeet some old stuffs in here and call it a day.
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mitsundere · 1 month
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“Not gonna fall for this character” is just self-shipper code for “Gonna f/o this character in 3 months”
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mitsundere · 2 months
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Mirage of a fable dream.
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Doctor Ratio x racer Argenti in the hospital AU, based on an interaction on Twitter
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mitsundere · 2 months
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Dr Dr ratio x racer argenti au based off hoyofair sigh a girl can only dream
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