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obbystars · 21 hours
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Bothering the beast
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obbystars · 2 days
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im ngl if the Ruan Mei creations event (i forgor) gets some sort of expansion where we can make more cats that look like more characters, I genuinely think Boothill would go insane if there was one of him.
I’m talking breaking into Herta Space Station just to see it in person and possibly (most definitely) steal it.
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obbystars · 3 days
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WHYS YOUR WAIST SO THIN
FOR OTHER MEN TO GRAB?
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obbystars · 3 days
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NO I AM NOT OKAY I AM GOING INSANE
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obbystars · 4 days
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NO ONE TALK TO ME UNTIL I WATCH THE TRAILER TOMORROW BECAUSE I WAS CURSED WITH HAVING TO GO TO WORK AT THE EXACT TIME THE STREAM STARTS
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obbystars · 4 days
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Alright so I'll never play gacha games, I actively dislike them.
But...lord have mercy in heaven above
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obbystars · 6 days
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this is gonna be me during the 2.2 stream and coping with the fact boothill isn’t in the stream as a chibi
also after all of the emotional stuff in 2.1 im scared
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please hijack the stream please hijack the stream please hijack the stream please hijack the stream please hija
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obbystars · 10 days
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And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like “I love you.”
NOTES: dividers by @cafekitsune !!
( Made before 2.2 / Boothill may be OOC / angst / character death / really wanted to use these lyrics for a title / GN!Reader, implied to have been a Galaxy Ranger as well / implied unrequited love )
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You were there in his life for a while, he was thankful he remembered that much. He knows his memories were slightly tampered with, or maybe his memory has been failing him, but he still remembers your constant presence in his previous life. Though, “constant” probably wouldn’t be the correct term. Galaxy Rangers come and go, as one might say. Always moving and never on one system for too long.
And yet, time and time again, you crossed paths. Wherever he went, you just so happened to be there too. It was like you were following him. Perhaps the feeling was mutual. Perhaps to you, it felt like he was the one following you.
Days turned into weeks, into months, into a few years. From quick glances, to smiles and waves, to briefly talking, and finally to sharing drinks and laughing as you tell each other stories of your journey across the stars. He was never sure why your presence brought such warmth and comfort to him, or why his face always felt a bit warmer and his heart beat faster whenever he looks at you while he listened to you talk.
You definitely knew what it was. It took one night for you to know, though you were both drunk. At least, he definitely was, but you still remembered what he said by the next morning. You remember only smiling when he said those three words, but Galaxy Rangers come and go like shadows. You wonder if this was the best path to choose in the end. You wonder if he remembered what he said and what your reply was.
Maybe in another life, you tell yourself.
But that “other” life wouldn’t be possible. For you, at least. Perhaps it was some sort of cruel joke so that the Elation’s laugh could echo across the cosmos once again.
He doesn’t remember what happened before everything went black. It all happened way too fast. He just wished the moment he opened his eyes, he was dreaming. He wanted to believe that what he was seeing, what was being done to him, was just a horrible dream and that he’d wake up again, but he never did seem to wake from this nightmare. It’d soon hit him that this was reality, and that you’re not here. Not in this second life.
He knows you were there before he lost consciousness, or maybe he died. He remembers hearing your voice, calling out to him. He hears himself question the doctor if they had seen you, and the answer he received was yes. He almost smiled, until the doctor continued. Relief quickly turned into disbelief and anger. You were left behind because they didn’t need you. You were gone. You were ripped away from him because you “weren’t needed.” Because some doctor didn’t deem you worthy enough to save.
He wanted to cry, he wanted to scream and curse the doctor for their choices, but he was silent as the machinery continued to work on him. There were no tears because machines can’t cry. There was no voice to cry out the pain he was feeling. For a body that can no longer feel, he still felt as if he was being ripped apart a second time.
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obbystars · 11 days
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. . . There seems to be a slight misunderstanding, my friend. At this table, you are the challenger. Because, unlike the house, the gambler knows exactly what they want.
AVENTURINE ◇ THE GOLDEN TOUCH
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obbystars · 11 days
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obbystars · 12 days
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alright where’s my galaxy ranger so i can complete this team
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obbystars · 17 days
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SEE I WOULD
BUT I CANNOT WRITE SMUT TO SAVE MY LIFE
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COMN FANFIC WRITERS !!
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obbystars · 18 days
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"I remember the time I was still of flesh and bones...just like ya, heh, but now? Now I ain't much of a man, just scrapes of metal put together with fingers that still know howda work a gun."
I love this cyborg cowboy
My art account on Instagram
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obbystars · 18 days
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its a gender thing okay!
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obbystars · 19 days
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Boothill HCs
NOTES: dividers by @cafekitsune !!
( Made before 2.2 / Boothill might be OOC / GN!Reader / I was in a “writing” mood tbh / first half is fluff, second half is small angst / i just love angst )
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Prefers to be the little spoon because he likes the feeling of being held. Plus he enjoys the warmth it gives him. Bonus points if you give him kisses while you’re cuddling.
Speaking of, please shower him in kisses, he loves it. It flusters him a lot and may cause him to blue screen for a moment, but aeons… he loves it. First time you did it, he did actually overheat.
A biter, but I think we all know that. He goes in, seemingly going to give you a kiss, but now you have a faint bite mark on your cheek. You’re pointing your finger at him? Chomp. Your clothes show a bit of skin? Chomp. Does he “kiss it better”? Sure, if you ask nicely enough. He’s pretty smug about it.
It took some time, but you eventually (sort of) mastered understanding Boothill through his censorship. Sometimes you even complete sentences for him, or rephrase it in the way he would’ve said it. Sometimes he tells you to tell someone they’re “this” and “that”.
Would be more than happy to help you learn how to handle a gun. You never know when it will actually come in handy in the future, so it’s better to learn now. It’s not like he can stay around for long so he can’t always be there to protect you anyway. Managing to hit your mark will have him so happy.
Has probably given you a bullet through a kiss more times than one might expect. Was it on purpose? Accident? Who knows! ( it definitely wasn’t an accident )
God forbid anyone looks at you the wrong way or let alone touch you. He’s pretty intimidating ( but so god damn hot.. ) so there aren’t a lot of fights as a result. If there is, you may want to grab a chair and a drink. Maybe two once he’s done.
A gift giver in my eyes. It’s not always something expensive, but he seems like the “I saw this and thought you might like it” kind of guy.
Since I can’t go on anywhere without slapping angst, here we go.
Part of him feels like he’s not providing you enough. As much as his body gives him an advantage in his work, it’s kind of a disadvantage when it comes to you. He’s cold and made of metal. Whenever you ask to be the little spoon this time, he always wonders if he’s crushing you. He knows how to be gentle, but he can’t help but think he’s holding you too tightly.
More often than not, he doesn’t feel like he’s in “his own body.” His body moves as he commands it to, he can still feel emotions, still think for himself, but there’s always the thought that this isn’t living. That he’s not really “living”. He doesn’t bleed red, he doesn’t have a heart that beats. He knows it doesn’t bother you, but it still bothers him. If he was given the chance to live again as a “normal” human, he’d take that in a heartbeat.
Make no mistake, he loves you more than anything. He loves how you make him feel, he loves being with you and the affection you give him. He just thinks you could have someone better. Someone who can be with you all the time and give you what he can’t. He never voices this to you, though. At least not now. Maybe one day..
Most nights, he stays up. And most nights, there are a lot of unwanted thoughts. You ever so slightly tightening your hold on him while you sleep takes him away from those thoughts for a while, only to then be reminded he has to leave you again in the morning. He hates having to do that, but there’s not much any of you can do.
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I want to write so much more but UGH im outta ideas…
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obbystars · 21 days
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r/vexillology
The Flag of Japan but it's actually this hand towel with a perfectly-placed water stain
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obbystars · 23 days
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would love to write Boothill and reader doin a tango but how do i write that 🧍
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