#My special little cyborg girl

[bluerose-va]

I feel obligated to post my art so here's a Bnunie i drew on my English work

[mustangbby]

GIRL DAD OR BOY DAD? - sunday, boothill x reader

- or more clearly, to what gender would they want to have more, and general headcannons of them as papas ☺️

- brainrot brainrot brainrot BRAINROT AHHH... i love these guys and i can do a part 2 for others later but godd theres absolutely not enough dad stuff for these men (especially sunday... if there is its all yandere) so never fear novas here! ahem anyways enjoy

- warnings none! pure fluff!!! wc 711

Sunday is so a girl and boy dad.

Reason why I say this is because he likely needs an heir to take over his position when he gets too old to do so, but he also wants a baby girl he can spoil as well.

Don’t worry! He loves both of his kids the same! They’re the greatest things that have probably ever happened to him and he cherishes them with his whole life. He thanks the stars above every single day for the opportunity he received to be a father to multiple beautiful children, and thanks you for granting him the chance. 

Dunno, but I could see this man wanting a handful of kids. He wants at least one girl and at least one boy, but I could see him shooting for 3-4. Will he be around to care for them? Not all the time, but he tries his hardest (and he definitely has the resources to care for that many).

Considering they’re half halovian and half human, they look pretty much just like their father! Some have your eyes, but they all have his hair. His hair and his gorgeous wings. They have your features though, such as your face, body type, etc.

His favorite part of the day is when he gets to collapse on your shared bed, his kiddos following behind him to cuddle their dad, and most of the time you all fall asleep together. Normally, you wake up just you and him because he’s good about putting them in their own bed once they fall asleep.

Once his kids get older, he’ll teach his son(s) combat and good form. He wants them to protect, and wants to raise them to be strong and independent. With his daughter(s), if they ask to be taught combat, then he won’t see much of an issue with it. He also wants to teach them independence, but in a more subtle form. 

Just expect that his children as teenagers are going to be the prettiest kids around holy shit. They’re obviously enrolled in a private school due to their fathers high status but they always come home and list the compliments they’ve received that day. Thankfully you two have raised them well enough for them to realize that it’ll be bad if all of these get to their head and stroke their ego too hard…

Supportive father asf! All I’ve gotta say here

Don’t play Boothill is SO a girl dad hello have you met the man

He’s so excited when his little girl is born ahh he’s always dreamed of being a father to a girl and his dream has officially come true!!

Obviously, if you had a boy, he’d love him the same. He just wants children of his own tbh lol

His daughter knows western culture fresh out of the womb my friend. It’s like she was born for little cowboy boots and the cutest little cowboy hat. She’s even got a western name, he brought it up and you liked it, so the name you two settled on was Cassidy.

She has his hair! It’s absolutely gorgeous once it starts coming in- a pearly white color with little black streaks stemming from the roots. She has your eyes and your face, and his slimmer body type (before he was turned into a cyborg. This isn’t canon I actually have no clue what he looked like pre cyborgification lmao).

Oh lord, your daughter is so spoiled. On every mission he goes on he’s always bringing something back for her. It could be a super fancy necklace or even just a little trinket he picked up from a street vendor, but she has a whole shelf full of the things her daddy gives her.

She thinks it’s so cool he has a metal body. She asks about it alot but she’s really fascinated with it tbh. She likes to call it “daddy’s special feature!” and he always melts to that sentence gosh

He probably teaches his daughter how to use a gun when she gets older. He, similar to Sunday, wants his daughter to learn self defense tactics and learn how to fend for herself when necessary.

She totally has his accent. Change my mind period.

[neuvistar]

❝ MY STAR, MY DAUGHTER. ❞ signed: boothill . wc. 791

— featuring ┊boothill x fem!reader

— warnings / content warnings ┊sfw (lil bit of angst if u squint) . major spoilers abt boothill’s story. girldad boothill girldad boothill!!, established relationships (marriage), mentions of pregnancy, just pure fluffiness which hurts my heart | special tags . @rinneverse @mewnbuns

— a/n ┊this is VERRRRYYYY short n somehow took quite a bit bc readers block was eating my ass but i like how this turned out :3 if i see one more tt abt boothill’s silly (not so silly) backstory i will sob uncontrollably :,)

this was a blessing from the aeons themselves.

you were pregnant, with a daughter.. his kid, his flesh and blood. boothill closed his eyes, fingers gently stroking your belly in slow, comforting circles. you could feel his chest heaving softly, his breaths growing deeper and more laboured, signaling his fading consciousness. your husband’s arm loosened, draping over your belly and chest. “.. baby, thank you for this gift. son of a nice lady, yer fudgin’ strong for carryin’ our baby girl inside of ya.”

boothill was beyond excited, your husband couldn’t believe it.. after all these years, he couldn't shake the feeling of gratitude; he was creating a family, a future together with you, a future he could’ve had with his first daughter he had lost and grieved for years. in his eyes, this was his blessing, his second shot at being a father. your heart ached for your husband. you knew about his past and experiences, he told you many times already.. a story you can’t help hold dear to your heart. for boothill, the little baby girl he lost on that fateful day.. was the day he lost everything. the pain of her absence was immense and left a void that no amount of time could heal, sending him in a spiral of grief that engulfed him wholly.

but yet.. when he heard the news of your pregnancy a few months ago, boothill felt that little spark of light erupt once more with pure joy.. the glow he lost many years ago, returned with a new sense of hope, a new sense of hope for the future he’s always wanted. the joy and excitement he felt was a welcome reprieve from the grief that had consumed his soul for so long, overcoming his deepest regrets. he couldn’t wait for this little rascal to grow, experience the beauty of life herself, explore the world around her with curiosity and wonder.. teaching her about all the things he knew. maybe even tell her about the older sister she could’ve had. boothill wanted to see her smile, dress her up in pretty little princess dresses, help her walk her first steps, he wanted to experience and see it all. all he wanted was to see his daughter grow in-front of his eyes, something he had failed to see with his first.

to boothill, his flesh and blood forming inside of you was his second chance at fatherhood. he promised himself he’d pour all his love and energy into raising the baby with you, seeking a renewed sense of purpose and meaning of a father’s love. “i can’t wait for our little girl to grow up, baby.. m’ gonna be the best daddy ever, i’ll tell ya that.”

“you already are, hun. you already are.”

“heh.. rely on me from now on, ‘kay? ‘gonna protect you and her.” your husband leaned in, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before moving to brush his lips against yours, tenderly.. his thumb forming gentle circles on your belly. “always darlin, always.” boothill smiled crookedly, a tear glistening in the corner of his eye. the cyborg leaned in, his forehead still touching yours as spoke softly.. his words destined for the bundle of joy growing within you. "little one," boothill whispered, his voice filled with love. " mommy and i have been talking. both so fudgin’ excited to meet ya. princess, we’ve been workin’ hard to make sure that when ya join us, you'll have everythin’ ya need. ‘going to shower you with love ‘n affection.. promise to be there for ya, to teach ya and guide ya. mama and daddy’re a team, ‘n we'll be the best parents we can be, just for you,”

your husband paused for a moment, allowing the love in his words to resonate before continuing. ".. ‘can't wait t’hear your first cry, ‘feel ya in my arms, kiss your forehead. mama and i love ya more than anythin’ else in this world. so.. for now, jus’ keep growin’ healthy and strong, okay?"

boothill reached over, taking your hand in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze as his thumb brushed over your knuckles. your husband gazed back up at you, offering you a small smile as he spoke to the little girl, puckering his lips to leave a gentle peck to your belly. “heh.. jus’ so ya know, s’ your daddy, babygirl. can’t wait t’squeeze those chubby cheeks, roll you up in a marshmallow usin’ daddy’s good-old red scarf.. i can’t wait t’love ya. love ya as much as the universe. y’know why, darlin’?” he paused, nuzzling his nose against the warmth of your belly, “because you’re my star, sweetie. the star that lit up mommy and daddy’s life,”

“my star, my daughter.”

[imastrangeone98]

Homecoming

(A/N: boothill my cyborg my love my life my everything-)

WARNING: fem!reader, SMUT SMUT FRESH OFF THE PLATE MINORS GTFO ILL WHOOP YO BUTTS, probably ooc!boothill but whatever it's fine lmao, his exact birth name isn't known so I didn't put a name for him- if there is one I'll replace it; but I found some X art that called his baby girl "cherry" and I really liked it so I'll use that, and way too much plot as always

"Well, hello there! What'cha lookin' at, sweetie?" You bend down to the little girl's eye level, peeking at where the child's gaze is locked on, then smiling in understanding. "You like those ones? They're moon lilies; they're flowers that are really special!"

"Pe... shal?" the little girl babbles, and you laugh.

"Yes, dear. Special." You pluck one of the flowers, beautiful with light blue petals and golden pollen, and offer it to her. "They mean loyalty, and undying devotion, because they only grow in places they like, and they won't grow anywhere else."

"Loya..." the girl mumbles. You chuckle and pick her up, carefully tucking the flower behind her ear.

"Now, where's your mama? Or your papa? I'm sure they're worried sick about-"

"Cherry! Sweet pea, where ya at?!"

Your ears prick, and the girl giggles and claps at the sound. "Well, I guess we found him."

You maneuver through the crowd until you find the source of the call: a man, tall and lean, with flowing black-and-white hair and piercing gray eyes.

Oh. He's beautiful.

The little girl squeals with delight at the sight of her father, and his head whips towards your direction. He sprints over to you and takes the child in his arms, pressing her close to his chest.

"There ya are, ya little rascal! What'd I tell ya about runnin' off?! Ya had me worried sick!" He kisses her forehead, then looks at you. "Thanks, I would've lost her without ya."

"Of course!" You wave it off, hoping he doesn't notice your hot cheeks. "I will say, she has good taste in flowers! If you'd ever like to buy a bouquet, you should bring her along!"

"Flowers? Oh..." He looks at his daughter, finally noticing the moon lily tucked in her hair. His cheeks flush a bright red. "Aw, man, I'm sorry for the trouble, I can pay for it-"

"Oh, don't worry about it, it's on the house! But I do hope this won't be the last time I see her!" You wave at her, and she giggles.

The man laughs at that. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind." He then stretches out his hand to you. "I'm [???]."

"(Y/N)."

He repeats your name slowly, thoughtfully, then smirks. "Guess I'll be seeing you around, lady."

"I'll be looking forward to it, cowboy."

Your eyes crack open.

Instead of a bustling marketplace, you're in a small shack in the middle of nowhere.

Just a memory.

You rise, body aching with fatigue and heartache, but you force yourself to push it to the side.

There's work to be done. You grab your phone and send a message.

ML: The USB is ready. I'll leave it at the usual place.

BH: ca nt maek it cme her

You stare at the coordinates your contact sent you with a groan.

You don't do face-to-face, too much risk. And the information you collected is time-sensitive; you're not sure if you'll be able to make it to the abandoned planet of Mavorosa in time for it to still be valuable, and your spaceship isn't one meant for such great lengths.

But this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity: Oswaldo Schneider is likely to make an appearance at the upcoming IPC Centennial Gala, and BH has proven themself capable of terminating that sick bastard.

You know you're not strong enough to do it yourself, but BH is. And anyone capable of taking down the son of a bitch who destroyed your home, your planet, your lover, is worthy of your trust.

So you bite your lip and bear it. You'll work something out.

ML: ok. I'll be there tomorrow @ 18:00, don't be late.

BH: k

You roll your eyes. Never mind.

With a heavy sigh, you carefully take out the picture/ only one you have of him. With your little girl in one arm and the other wrapped around your waist, he stares back at you with a grin. Bright, beautiful, alive.

"Don't worry, darling," you whisper, tracing the lines of his cheek and hair on the photograph. "We're one step closer to our goal. That bastard's a dead man walking now that we got BH on the case. They're good; strong and capable, I know they'll get the job done for us."

You gently press your lips over his image. And for a brief moment, you let yourself pretend that the paper is a good replacement for his callous skin.

"Once everything's done, I'll go over and join you and our girl. We'll be together again, I'm sure."

He smiles eternally at you, and you find yourself smiling back.

"Wish me luck, darling. Help me be strong."

[...]

His little girl adores you.

Each time he comes by the market, the first thing she whines for is to see the flowers. And you always indulge her, lifting her in your arms so you can show her all the pretty little blooms you have in your small cart. You give names to each one, tell her what they mean as though she understands you.

And you laugh. And he finds himself thinking that his little girl is a good judge of character, because he's starting to adore you too.

And it's becoming obvious, since Nick and Gray give him the occasional nab and jab, wondering out loud when they're going to see him get married and give them another grandchild. His siblings too, always cackling and yapping about how he might be the first to hang up his boots and settle down.

He rolls his eyes, but he's not too displeased by the idea. You're soft and sweet, with a kick of spice to match- the thought of settling down with you and Cherry on the farm is surprisingly sweet.

So he leaves Cherry to her loving grandparents and invites you out on a moonlit stroll through the hillside meadow, the one with the perfect view of the blooming moon lilies and the spring lake that reflects the starry night sky.

"I've never been here before," you gasp in awe, eyes aglow as you absorb the scenery. "It's beautiful."

"Yeah," he murmurs, gaze fixated on you and the moonlight in your eyes. "You are."

You turn your head, and your eyes meet. "Huh? Did you say something?"

"N- nothin'!" He faces the lake, and hopes you don't notice his red cheeks. "Said nothin'."

You laugh, and god, he melts at the sound. Then you rub the back of your head, and turn away, blushing. "I... I think you're very beautiful too."

His brain short-circuits. "Pretty... you think I'm..." Then he gasps dramatically. "So you did hear that! You sneaky mouse!"

He playfully tackles you, and you both laugh and chortle as you wrestle one another to the ground. But then he opens his eyes and finds himself on top of you, hands intertwined, faces so close he can feel your breath, smell your moon lily scent.

The moonlight bathes you in silver, and god, he wants to kiss you. He wants to kiss you senseless, run his callous hands on your soft skin, wrap your plush thighs around his hips and-

"Can I...?" he whispers, weak and wanting. "Just... just a taste, I swear..."

You stare up at him, eyes so big and wide that he swears the moon itself disappeared to light up your gaze, that he doesn't notice you untangling your hands from his until you wrap your arms around his neck.

"Just a taste, cowboy?" you tease. "You don't wanna try... anything else?"

You raise your hips and grind on his pelvis, and he moans and kisses you, hard.

Eager hands dart across skin, tearing off clothes. He runs his hands over your plush tummy, hooks your thighs around his hips and moans when he finally enters you.

He'll never forget this moment. Even if he were to die and be reborn, he'll never forget you. Your pleasured moans as he slides himself inside your tight heat, your teary smile as you open your arms to let him press his chest against yours, your starry eyes so full of love and desire that mirror his own.

You make love for hours, the stars and moon lilies your only witnesses.

"-hill. Boothill."

His eyes crack open.

Instead of a blooming moon lily meadow, he's in the underground repair shop.

Just a memory.

He rises with a groan, mechanical joints creaking from the lack of use. "Done already? I was havin' quite the nice dream."

The mechanic rolls her eyes. "Yeah, I can tell. Anyway, speed upgrades are done; the rest of your body is the same- sensory receptors are good, memory chip still intact, et cetera."

She rambles on and on; he's used to tuning her out at this point. As long as his body is in peak condition, he doesn't need to know what else extra she's stacked on him.

"-and the dick. Make sure to test it out at some point."

He blinks. "What'd ya say?"

She groans. "The dick, Boothill. Make sure to test it."

"What dick are ya talking about? If you're trying to say I'm a piece of shi-"

"I added a dick attachment to your body, dumbass." She points towards his crotch. "I had an extra one that I really need to get rid of, so I'm giving it to you. Use it, rip it up and toss it, I don't care- just get it off my back!"

And with no further explanation, the mechanic practically throws him out the store, slamming the door with extra ferocity. Boothill lies on the ground, blinking a few times in shock, before checking his pants, and lo and behold, there is a silicone dick attachment. Sensory receptors and everything, he hisses when he pokes lightly at it, the wires in his body jittering at the unfamiliar sensation.

Doe eyes and a teary smile flash in the back of his mind.

He suddenly jumps to his feet with a vengeance and slams on the door. "You cheating, deceitful shirt-bag! Take this fudging thing off right now! You hear me, woman?! Take this shirt off right now!"

He's no doubt starting a commotion, a crowd drawing in to witness his rage-induced ranting and raving. But then his phone dings, and he's forced to put a pin in it, taking out the shitty device to hear the alarm: Meeting with ML @ 18:00! Meeting with ML @ 18:00! Be there or be square!

Ah, shit.

He can't miss this meeting, not even to blow a hole right between that shitty mechanic's eyebrows. ML is too valuable to lose, having provided him with incredibly detailed information on Oswaldo Schneider and the IPC time and again. Almost as if they have an agenda against that sick bastard as well.

Well. The enemy of an enemy is a friend, right? He'll take what he can get. And if they end up turning their back, well, he's sure his bullet is faster than their legs.

So he leans to the door, whispers a deadly "I'll be back for you, baby," and dashes to his spaceship to head over to Mavorosa.

And as he's prepping for flight, he looks over at the picture on the dashboard.

It's the only one Boothill has of you. The three of you, together- him holding little Cherry in one arm and your waist in the other, you wrapping your arms around him and your baby girl with your sweet smile and moon lily eyes.

He brushes a metal fingertip over your face.

"Just hang in there, moon lily," he whispers, a clump in his throat. "We're one step closer; ML's got some good intel on the son of a nice lady that destroyed our planet- our home. That destroyed you."

Boothill lost the ability to cry long ago, but the corners of his eyes itch all the same. He gnaws on his lip so hard, drops of blue blood trickle down his chin.

"I swear to you, darlin', I'm gonna get our revenge against that beautiful bench. He'll wish he never set his filthy sights on our home once I'm through with him." He gently picks up the photo and presses his lips to your image. "And then I'll come home. To Cherry, Nick and Gray, my siblings. I'll come home to you. We'll get started on that house we talked about, maybe some runts so Cherry can be a big sister..."

He swallows, then carefully puts the photo back on the dashboard. The lump doesn't disappear, so once the spaceship is cruising through the stars to Mavorosa, he sets it on autopilot and descends into the belly to go to his chest of valuables. He opens it up and delicately takes out the moon lily crown.

The one he was working on for you, a promise of his undying devotion. Before the world exploded in fire and ash. Before the IPC decimated his family, the moon lily meadow... decimated you.

He closes his eyes and raises it to his face. Even preserved, the petals are still soft to the touch, and smell just as lovely.

Just like you.

He won't let your death be in vain. He won't.

The lump in his metal chest morphs into rage.

Boothill opens his eyes.

[...]

If not for the Stellaron, Mavorosa would be a wonderful planet. A once lively city now stands abandoned, its skyscrapers and glass structures being embraced by nature once again.

You stand on the rooftop, mask and voice synthesizer on, fidgeting with the USB, simply observing everything when-

"So this is what you look like. I thought you'd be bigger," a male voice calls behind you.

Your body freezes. That voice... it sounds like...

No. You must be wrong. Maybe you've been so lonely that every male voice just starts to sound like your deceased lover.

"I thought you'd be here earlier," you reply with your warped voice. "Time is precious to you and me both, BH."

"Sorry, had to wrap up some... personal stuff on my end. I'm here now, ain't I?" The oh-so-familiar yet distant voice chuckles. "Well. Business ain't gonna settle itself. Where's the drive?"

"Where's the payment? We both know I don't work free."

He huffs. "Yeah, yeah, I hear ya. Don't worry, I got your cash. Just fork over the drive, no need to make things difficult, not after everything, yeah? Haven't I earned your trust by now?"

"You realize how difficult face-to-face is? It takes a substantial amount of effort to get this intel, not to mention the possibility of being-" You turn around in your exasperation-

And you drop the USB.

Tall and metal. Flowing black-and-white hair. Piercing gray-and-red eyes. Sharp teeth.

"Y'know, I've always wanted to be a gunslinger, just like Nick," [???] cackled, whipping out his revolver and making dramatic poses with it. "Maybe be one of those boothills of legend."

"I'd rather you not," you murmured as you brushed off some dirt off of his shirt. "Those boothills always died on their feet. I'd rather you not die at all."

He softened, and with a smile, he put down his gun and sidled up to you, bringing you in his embrace, warm and strong. You breathed in his comforting scent and sighed happily.

"Don't you worry about that, hun." He kissed your cheek, then square on your mouth. "I ain't goin' nowhere. You can't get rid of me that easy!"

BH. Boothill.

How could you not notice earlier?

Your mouth dries. You can't move a muscle.

It's him. Mechanical, but very much alive.

"Hey, watch the merchandise!" he hisses, pointing at the fallen USB. "I need that, don't you forget it!"

"How are you..." you weakly gasp, then you grab the USB. "Here. Take it. Forget the money."

You slide it over to him, and he stops it with his foot. But his eyes narrow at you.

"Whaddaya mean, 'How are you,' huh?" He walks towards you, slow and leisurely, like a coyote cornering its helpless prey. "You say that like you're shocked I'm still around. What'd ya do, huh? Sell me off to the IPC?"

"No!" you cry, shocked. "I would never-!"

"Why so jittery, partner? What are you hiding?" He smirks, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "How about a show of trust, huh? You take off that cute little mask of yours, I don't shoot you dead, and we keep our little arrangement goin'. Sound fair?"

You turn around, eyes searching for an escape route.

Aeons above, you need to leave. You can't show him your face. You can't remind him of everything he lost, the people he couldn't save. You can't hurt him any more than you already have. You're afraid. You want to hide. You're selfish. You want to tell him. You're in love.

You want to die. You want the ground to swallow you alive. You want to hole away in your shack and wallow in your grief, descend into a spiral of what-ifs: what if you tried harder to find him? What if you searched the whole IPC ship you snuck on trying to resolve things peacefully until you found him? What if you ran out earlier and tried to bring him with you? What if, what if, what if-

"Now that you got some measure of my grit," he whispers in your ear, suddenly standing behind you, "I'm sure you know how this ends, yeah? C'mon now, take it off."

You pant heavily, head dizzy with his close proximity- god, even with the metal, he still smells the same. "I- I can't-"

"Feelin' shy? Alright, I'll do it for you."

"No! Please, no!" You swat at his hands and try to break free of his iron grip, but he grabs you hard and pulls you against his chest.

He cackles, metallic and bitter. "And here I thought I finally had an ally, but no- you're just like the rest of 'em shirt-bags." He whips out his revolver and raises it to your head. "Take. It. Off. Now."

You want to cry. You don't want to hurt him.

Slowly, with trembling hands, you take off your mask...

And his gun falls to the floor.

Doe eyes. Soft cheeks. Scars. Floral scent.

"What made you wanna be a florist?" he asked you once, helping you water the rainbow roses. "They're pretty and all, don't get me wrong. But don't you want somethin' more exciting?"

"On the contrary, I think they're very exciting," you explained. "They all have their unique personality; some need lots of love and care, and others don't mind if you go missing for a week or two. There's flowers that only stay with you for so long, and there are others that will love you for as long as you'll let them."

He grunted. "Sounds like you'd do just fine without me."

"Oh, please." You put down your watering can and embraced him from behind. And just as planned, he melted at your touch. "Moon lilies love the moon, but they need the sun to grow. And that's exactly what you are to me."

"The moon?"

"The sun."

ML. Moon lily.

It's so obvious, how did he not realize it sooner?

He lets you go. You immediately stumble away from him, hands covering your face in shame.

Boothill has no lungs, yet he feels his chest collapse.

"(Y/N)?" he calls to you, weak and desperate. "Moon lily? That's really you, right?" He reaches out, hand shaking. But when he grazes your shoulder, you hunch further into yourself. "I- I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to scare ya. Please..."

Boothill willingly let go of his humanity. But right here, right now, he wishes he still had his skin.

"Please, darlin'... turn around? Let me see you, please."

You shiver, tears spilling down your cheeks, and slap a hand over your mouth. You can't hurt him, you'll never hurt him. "I can't... I can't see you."

His body wants to collapse. He wants to grab you by your shoulders and kiss you senseless, look at you from head to toe and sing praises to Lan for protecting you and keeping you safe.

But you won't see him. You won't turn around.

"Why?" he whines, like a pleading child. "Why not?"

"Because I'm not the same anymore!" you sob. "I'm not your moon lily anymore! I don't want to remind you of everything you lost! I don't want to hurt you anymore! You don't know the things I've done, the blood I spilled, all to destroy the IPC!" You sink to the floor in despair, echoes of the dead haunting you, swarming your mind. "I can't bear to see you hate me for being alive when everyone else died. I already hate myself so much, hated myself because I couldn't save anyone else! I thought I lost you, but now I realize I didn't search for you at all! I didn't even try to find you, I..."

You cry and sob and scream. You pound the floor with your fists. You pull at your hair, your clothes, your skin, so hard that drops of blood water the cement.

Boothill's eyes itch with tears that will never spill. His chest burns with a profound grief that will never truly be his own.

"You think I don't feel that way about myself?" he finally whispers. Bravely, he takes a step closer to you. "From the moment the bombs fell, I was never the same. I changed too much to be that man you met at the market- hell, I don't even have the body anymore." He sits just behind you, close to touch but not close enough. "The blood I spilled would be enough to fill oceans. But I'm still here. I still remember everything. I still remember you." His hand, feather-light, brushes your arm. You don't pull away. "I thought I lost you. When I went back to the ranch and couldn't find anyone there, I thought you were one of the piles of ashes on the ground." He chokes as he speaks, but he pushes on. "I never hated myself more. I failed to save them; I failed to save you."

You shake your head, but he gently rests his head on your back, right between your shoulder blades. He breathes you in- dust, machine oil, and moon lilies.

You smell so alive.

"How could you think I'd ever hate you," he whimpers, "when there's no one I hate more than myself? No, sweetheart, I could never hate you. I never will. Nothing you do could ever make me hate you. So please, turn around..." He grabs a fistful of your shirt and tugs. "I'm begging you. Let me see your face, please."

Your heart breaks. You couldn't fathom how much he suffered, how lonely he must have felt, the self-loathing that coursed through his wires every time he looked in the mirror.

Just like you.

"Don't hate yourself," you sniffle, rubbing your eyes. "Nothing you do could ever make me hate you either. What happened wasn't your fault; you didn't know what the IPC was going to do until it happened."

He lets out a small huff. "I could easily say the same about you. It wasn't your fault either- neither of us could've known until it was too late."

You exhale shakily. "Do you really mean it? Not hating me?"

Boothill smiles. "Every word."

For a moment, you're afraid. What if he doesn't like what he sees? You know he's not a superficial man, but you're still not the sweet florist he remembers anymore.

You suck in a deep breath. He's not the same man you remember, but he's still your cowboy, your Boothill.

Slowly, you turn around, and...

Oh. His face is just how you remember. His beautiful silky hair, the red targets in his eyes still framed within familiar stormy gray. When you reach out with trembling hands to cup his smooth cheeks, he melts in your touch just how he always did.

And melt he does. He nearly moans at your soft touch, pressing his cheek into your palms to keep your focus on him. He drinks up every detail of your face and commits it to memory- your beautiful moony eyes and the dark circles under them, the faintest hint of a scar curling from the edge of your jawline into your neck, your soft hair that smells of moon lilies.

You're still you, the sweet florist he fell in love with all those years ago. And now you've returned to him, and this time, he'll never let you go.

He sits you on his lap and embraces you, nuzzling into the crook of your neck and savoring your scent. You wrap your legs around his waist and make yourself comfortable, admiring his metal body, tracing patterns into the steel.

"I love you," he whispers with a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "I never stopped loving you, not for one second."

"I'm sorry I didn't look for you," you confess. "But I kept you in my heart every day. Even when we weren't together, you were always a part of me."

"I'm here now." He pulls away to admire you, his thumb brushing your bottom lip as he gazes at you with what you could only describe as reverence. "I'm right here with you. I'm not leaving you ever again."

Boothill didn't realize how much his world lacked color until he kisses you, but now he swears he can see every color in the spectrum flash before his eyes. You taste just how he remembers, sweet and salty with your tears. When you pull away for air, he dives back in to reclaim your lips, hooking a hand around your neck to keep you in place.

He won't let you slip from his fingers again. And you clearly feel the same way, because you tangle your hands with his hair and tug him closer, pulling him on top of you.

"Please don't be a dream," you cry in his shoulder, and it damn near breaks his heart. "I don't want to wake up if it is."

"Darlin', those dreams are better off in Penacony; I'm right here. Does this," he kisses your cheek, "or this," he squeezes your ass and relishes in your squeal, "or this..." He grinds into you, and you gasp, squeezing his shoulders with a whimper. And fuck, maybe he was a bit too harsh with that mechanic, he should send her flowers or something, because your face contorted in shock and a hint of reawakened pleasure is a drug he will happily become addicted to. He nibbles on your ear and whispers, "Any of that feel like a dream to you?"

"...No." You stare at him, moon lily eyes abloom with hearts and love and fuck, he wants you, he needs you.

And your eyes are reflected in his, because you're so captivated by how the targets in his gaze morph into blood red hearts that drip with love and devotion. You want to give him everything, bring him under your skin and into your heart so you'll never be separated again.

"I love you." You smile and open your arms for him. "Let's never be apart again."

Boothill's brain short-circuits. He can only remember the minutiae of what happens next- tearing off your clothes, your hands running across his metallic chest, his sensors working in overdrive to let him process your touch, your smell, your taste, as he kisses, nibbles and sucks his way across the canvas of your body to reach your core.

But just as he's about to taste your liquid gold, you tug on his hair. He immediately moves up to your face, nuzzling into your neck to comfort you.

"What's wrong, moon lily? I'll be gentle, I promise," he reassures you, but you bite your lip and shake your head.

"I know. But I don't want that right now; I want you to fuck me."

You spread your legs, once again revealing your soaking pussy to his hungry eyes, and fuck, his mouth goes dry at the exquisite feast before him. And his new dick feels the same way, as the electricity in his body jolts it to life, straining against his pants.

He swallows. "Yeah, baby. I want you too, but I gotta prep ya, or it's gonna hurt."

"Don't care!" you whine, and on Lan's Arrow, you're so cute with your pouting and wailing. "I need you, Hillie, I need it, I need it-!"

Ah, fuck. He can't say no to you, and he won't start now.

So he rips off his pants, and after a few quick pumps of his new cock (yeah, he'll send some flowers to the mechanic as a thank-you), he grabs hold on your hips and thrusts forward.

You shriek at the burning sensation, scrambling for grip on his shoulders as he penetrates deeper and deeper. Fuck, it's been so long since you had sex of any kind, and it shows. You moan loudly, shamelessly, so sensitive to the buttons his cock presses perfectly against your walls, that you cum instantly when he bottoms out, hips meeting yours with a soft thud.

"Fuuudge," Boothill groans, each syllable drawn out in pleasure, "you're so tight, sugar~ I can't even move..."

His brain might just melt from the overload of sensations. Your pussy's so tight, so wet, he's damn sure he near ascended to aeonhood. And your face is so adorable when cumming, he makes sure to engrave every part of it into his neurochip and brush the hair out of your eyes, moving his hips in slow, shallow thrusts, guiding you out of the afterglow.

When you finally blink the stars out of your eyes, you see Boothill hovering above you, rubbing your cheek with hearts in his eyes.

"God, you're so fudgin' gorgeous." He grins, sharp teeth glinting in the dim light, and a shiver of excitement runs down your spine. "Think you got another for me?"

You whine, "Still sensi- AH!"

He immediately sets a vigorous pace, hips slamming against yours in a hypnotic rhythm. He fixates on your breasts, and leans over to take a hard nipple in his mouth to suck and lick and nibble. You squeal and pull on his hair. He bites your skin in retaliation.

"Easy, moon lily," he moans, quickly stifling it with a kiss. "Hold on to me."

He grabs under your arms and lifts you onto his lap. His cock sinks impossibly deeper inside you, the tip nudging at your cervix. With a shriek, you bite his neck to try and ease the discomfort, but it only excites him more. With a guttural groan, he thrusts up into your sopping hole, bouncing you up and down with rough hands to set an even rougher pace.

You're still so sensitive; too much, too fast, and his cock fits so snugly inside you that you're already spiraling towards another release. But you don't want to make that journey alone, you want Boothill beside you.

So you grab his face and devour his mouth, pressing your tongue against his to savor his metallic taste. He moans against your lips, hips stuttering in an effort to keep up with you.

"Wanna make you feel good," you pant heavily. You carefully slide up and down on his thick cock, head thrown back as it hits your sweet spot. "Wanna... wanna cum with you!"

"Y- you are, baby," he groans against your neck, each word punctuated with a deep thrust. "You're makin' me feel so- darn- good-"

You're so close, you can see the faintest glimmer of stars again. Or maybe that was the sparks from his body as it overworks to keep his sensors running, so he can keep feeling you, tasting you, fucking you.

"Hillie," you gasp when the stars start to overwhelm you. "Hillie, I-"

"I know, baby, let go, I'm right with ya." He kisses you, over and over, thrusts sloppy as he chases his high, sensors working overdrive, wires sparking to further push him over the edge. "I'm- fudge, fudge, fudge-!"

He chokes, and you both come undone together, chasing that relentless wave of pleasure side by side. Stars collide and burst in showers of gold and silver, and your strength all but fails you, so you collapse in Boothill's arms, rubbing your cheek on his cool chest.

He catches his breath, letting his sensors rest as he basks in that afterglow. His wires are probably fried after such an intense sensory overload, but he can't bring himself to give a damn. Not when you're sitting so pretty in his arms, eyes just barely able to stay open.

You're so cute when you're sleepy, it's hard to not bite your cheek like he used to do. But tonight, he'll be generous and resist the temptation; you need your rest.

He runs a hand through your hair, and he once again finds himself wishing he still had his skin. But he sets that aside, preferring to be lost in your sleepy smile instead.

"Love you, Hillie," you coo drowsily, head nodding off.

"I love you more, moon lily," he whispers back with a kiss to your forehead.

In a moment, he'll bring you on his spaceship and clean you up, then tuck you in the spare bunk next to his charging port. He'll have to look at that USB you painstakingly put together for him sooner or later.

But for now, right here, he's not going anywhere.

His moon lily came back to him.

Boothill has finally returned home.

[Post-Credit]

"What the actual hell is this..." the mechanic sighs as she stares at the large bouquet of blue flowers.

She wonders if she should toss them out before she notices the card.

Thanks for the added bonus, Doc! - BH & ML

Her eyebrows raise. The handwriting's too nice and legible to be that Galaxy Ranger's, so...

She chuckles. "I figured it'd come in handy sooner or later."

She sets the bouquet on her desk and continues on with her work.

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A/N: holy shirtballs BOOOTHILL MY LOVE AAAAAAAHSHDHDBSK I LOVE HIM SO MUCH LIKE I NEVER LOVED A CHARACTER BEFORE

...if only he loved me back just the slightest, cuz I lost 50/50 and went hard pity to get him. But I did win his lightcone so I guess it's even...?

[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Autistic Anime Girls Group 3 Match 29

SUBMISSION PROPAGANDA:

Himiko -

"She likes to drink blood (special interest) and make friends, but the two don't work out :( she is still very cool and sweet about it tho!"

Bulma -

"Has an absolute brain blast realizing this. At the start of the series, she was introduced as a rich inventor girl with no friends at school who found a magic ball and decided to build a radar for its unique energy signature and go on an adventure to collect the rest so that she could make a wish. Her original idea was to just wish for a boyfriend, but then she settled on wishing for an unlimited supply of strawberries.

Generally, Bulma does a lot of things that indicate a lessened level of empathy for others or a lack of social skills, such as enslaving Oolong with a whistle-activated diarrhea pill, or accusing Yamcha of cheating just for looking at other girls. Bulma's a bitch, and I love her for that. She might also be bipolar, but that's a separate conversation. But also, she doesn't really seem to have any friends, all of her friends and connections (like Chi-Chi, Vegeta, Android 18, Yamcha, Krillin, Piccolo) actually come from Goku's sphere of influence. She can put on a mask of professionalism when it comes to business talk, but it does seem like a mask.

She's an absolute genius, arguably the smartest character in the whole Dragon Ball franchise. Able to invent a radar for sensing magic energy, invent a shrink-watch for more convenient adventuring, learn Namekian in a month, analyze the blueprints of biomechanical cyborgs and construct a shut-down remote for them, and a future version of her even built a time machine. But all of these things take time for her to do, we see that she's able to dedicate and hyperfocus on one project for several hours at a time.

Miscellaneous thoughts that might be related: When Frieza returned to Earth, she came to the battleground just because she didn't see him on Namek. TWICE. Her best idea for keeping the Dragon Balls out of the hands of evildoers is to constantly make wishes for little cosmetic changes to her body."

[rubykgrant]

Do you think Simmons and Lopez and Church and Tex (and any other characters with robot parts) have ever tried swapping parts? (I originally just thought Simmons and Lopez trying something for fun but now my mind is going to Church and Tex swapping parts for specific kinds of fun since we know Tex is dom and Church is sub ajsjsjdjdjdjdj)

Pfff I am the worst person to ask questions when it comes to "sexy fun times", because I'm mostly boring with my own thoughts (I'm not uncomfortable with the subject, it just isn't much of a focus for me haha). I definitely don't want to rain on anybody's shipping-parade (y'all have fun with every combination of characters, keep putting them in situations~), but if I had to pretend to be "practical" and answer seriously...

Early on, Church was a little indignant about being in a robot body (it was Epsilon who made the joke about how "no girl wants to get it on with Optimus Prime". dude, first of all, I think the amount of girls who are into Optimus Prime would ASTOUND you. second, Tex is REALLY into vehicles. she would be down with it). He was just entirely too frustrated and repressed to actually DO anything (as much as that may have helped). Similarly, Lopez was so ticked-off at EVERYBODY for ignoring him, and they keep using HIS spare robot parts! If anybody wanted to have "fun" with that, he'd be so insulted. HOWEVER. I think Church irritates him the least (at least on a regular basis). One could imagine that, perhaps Church asked a genuine question about his new robot body, and since Sarge hadn't up-dated any recent kill-the-Blues orders, Lopez was able to chit-chat for a while. Maybe things lead to things!

Simmons, on the other hand, keeps annoying Lopez, and Lopez intentionally ignores him when he asks about anything regarding his robot parts (also, Simmons is even MORE frustrated and repressed than Church. if Church hadn't been such a big bully during Simmons' Blue Phase, that could have had some potential for both of them to maybe work through some stuff... but they can't be nice until they think they "won" an argument, so nobody was having a fun time). Tex scares everybody except Church. I mean, she scares him TOO, but he's into it. Again, between all the nonsense everybody kept getting into, I doubt that "realistically" they had time for much fun.

That isn't to say they WOULDN'T have fun; Church is very OK with Tex being a little rough, and in turn, he can tell when she needs more tender attention (when Church can get over his own pissy attitude, he's actually incredibly caring and indulgent). They also understand each other in very unique ways, so being intimate has a special depth (I'd also like to imagine that, after a conversation regarding the Epsilon memory iteration with dude-Tex, which any version of Church is attracted to, Tex thinks about what girl-Church would be like. oh no, she's such a mean little princess brat, and Tex, uh, is also OK with it. if they talk about that, they'd both realize, hey- their genders are NOT binary at all, so. that's a thing. personally, I imagine both Tex and Church as bi and nonbinary, Church also figuring out he's genderfluid, and Tex being genderqueer. they don't really present any different most of the time, but oh well. the difference matters to THEM. they also are a little more fluid with dom/sub dynamics)

In a situation where everybody has a chance to CALM DOWN, they could have more fun together... I personally don't picture Simmons being especially interested in his cyborg parts/other robots when it comes to that, and he's going to need... SO MUCH coaxing. I actually feel like maybe Church and Simmons could be a thing together first, and maybe that opens up to more options (again, Church is capable of being very tender, and Simmons would thrive on the right kind of attention/compliments. Simmons would just be too intimidated to join in with a group right away, and he needs to chill before Tex and Lopez are interested. Church and Lopez would also probably have fun as a duo, before Tex getting in there, etc. oh no, Church is the one who was to seduce everybody. he probably could if he can just NOT be an a-hole for a few minutes, but once he succeeds, he will be SO insufferable. he'll never stop bragging about it)

All of this to say, they are all mostly too busy with their bonkers lives, or too busy being jerks, to have robot sexy fun time... it CAN happen, though. I'm sure a lot of people have made art/written fics that involve all this and more, in a thousand different scenarios. I'm just BORING, because I can't not imagine so much plot, and the plot usually gets in the way, and nobody does anything haha. In NOT sexy situations, when Simmons is better at communicating and appreciating Lopez, I think they would finally bond over both being Mr Fix-Its, and it would open up a new dynamic with them being able to complain about things other people just don't totally get. Also, not to be a perpetual Grif and Simmons shipper, but if anybody wants half a chance of fooling around with Simmons, he needs some time with Grif first, they have to RESOLVE that TENSION, and then Grif probably needs to come along for the ride (also, he wants everybody to sign an agreement to NEVER mention this to Kai; she'd call him a hypocrite, and he can't deal with that). Again, I'M BORING haha

[spaceboisstuff]

I quote so many random things like this

"ugh claymation"

"so what's they game?"

"me and the voices in my head have made up our collective mind"

"it's better than drugs, Jeremy; it's from Japan"

"my sweet submissive subject"

"he never told you, I did not think you would've lied"

"if he be Mr Hyde then I shall be Mr seek"

"casually trampled over the child"

"my country men! Ugh"

"no voice to cry suffering"

"I'm not complex, I'm a lawyer!"

"YOU SIX INCH IDIOT!-"

"show me your insides!"

"just a little touch, right here, in your stomach"

"either this is hell or this is madness! It is neither it is knowledge"

"sort of a (not) kid-friendly Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde"

"'you've been a naughty boy' you don't know the half of it"

"it's an army and a cult."

"not me the other me!"

"♫ do you want to get inside my mother's car? ♪"

"what makes you so special?"

"I don't want cyborg baby"

"I'm not a boy or girl, but a superior robot"

"banned! B-A-N-Q-E-D!"

"the LG-TV community!"

"good job you have earned your autistic(artistic) license"

"woo woo woo"

"knowing Victorian standards it could be anything from cannibalizing orphans to doing drag"

"Lord Devere as well, he's as queer as hell, and bi-sexuelle, likes to switch, delicious"

"casualdejekyll"

"a very small gentleman"

"silence speaks loud and clear. LOUD AND CLEAR!"

"There was more humanity in that flea."

"I may be a dwarf but I have a big gun. The gun's actually pretty small"

"There was something queer about that gentleman"

"God knows; I am careless"

[oceanwithouthermoon]

i know i JUST did this with the pony au but.. been thimking of.. saiki k spidersonas.. head in hands..

let me give u my ideas😋

this is just a brainstorm dont judge if its cringe

chiyo- love bite

pink+orange suit

HEAVY on the mask eyeliner

suit has a cute lil skirt, both cuz its just cute and fun and cuz she was insecure about the way the skintight suit looked

"i stained my mask with lipstick.. why did i do that..." (continues doing it)

eventually she just makes a mask that doesnt cover her mouth and realizes she shouldve just done that in the first place cuz one of her powers is her sharp ass venomous teeth😭(venom only deadly if she bites for a REALLY long time)

also for some reason i think one of her powers would be like an ABSOLUTELY EAR SPLITTING SHRIEK.. not bad enough to make people go deaf, but it seriously disorientates them and makes their ears ring

shun- jet black widow

blue+black (+red accents? maybe yellow to go with his whole thunder thing)

bat wings on his suit.. can he fly?? prob not.. sure can glide though!!

aren- the demon killer ??? (just his gang alias, idk what else to name him)

purple+black (+red accents?) ((matching with shun?🤔)

i feel like his only power would be super strength (but like.. SUPER super strength.. bros crazy strong already so...) and he would have to manually create a suit that gives him more spider-like capabilities.. why did he need to become a spider-person instead of just being a regular superhero?? um cuz its cool and his friends were doing it obviously..

kokomi- heart slinger

blue+white

her suit also has a cute lil skirt, mostly cuz she didnt want annoying guys to be weird about the skintight suit

y'all know miss heed from villainous??? she prob has powers like that but yk.. less evil

i also imagine one of her powers being that shes somewhat indestructible.. like thats exaggerative ofc but it probably takes a LOT for her to bruise or bleed and she can take a lot of pain.. it just feels right to me, fitting for her perfect girl thing..

mikoto- tiger spider

BRIGHT pink+animal print

COVERED in what looks like stickers but is actually just cute little images embroidered on the suit

can obv still see the future like in canon.. cant decide if she has other powers naturally too

i kind of imagine her just updating kusuo on the sidelines or something but that might make her seem like too much of a sidekick and i dont like that so maybe she stays with him and does her predictions right there

maybe shes like aren and just has the one power but has special suit technology.. kusuo prob helps her, which i'll talk about in a second

ALTERNATIVELY she could be like peni parker and have a robo suit (covered in stickers and very decorated..) where she can safely do her predictions while controlling the suit.. she could use both interchangeably or either one idk

BIG social media following.. posts EVERYTHING.. pisses kusuo tf off

kusuo- cyborg spider man / psi bug

the media calls him the first name because its a running bit and hes PISSED about it

was thinking he'd just be plain spiderman but there has to be at least some sort of theme to go with his limiters sticking tf out the mask

despite already being the most powerful, his suit is the most technologically advanced.. hes just seriously really extra, bro prob made big spider legs sticking out the suit even though he can fly and defy gravity already.. he doesnt need them.. but it sure does look cool..

helps the others make advancements in their suits too

he'd prob have different limiters in this au too, like ones that limit in different amounts so he can fight efficiently

fyi he did NOT want to be a spider person cuz ew spiders but after a power reveal to his friends and them all having some weird accident or something and getting these superpowers snd THIS was the gimmick they went with.. he didnt have much of a choice

anywayyyyyyy most of them prob have secret identities and dont wanna be public (for various reasons) but miko would definitely just tell everyone who she is.. kusuo would constantly be having to protect her from stalkers and the like when shes just trying to live her life

kokomi prob tried to be secret at first just to prevent having MORE stalkers and general crazy people surrounding her every day life, but she would def be the first person to be exposed by the public because.. well, the media would be OBSESSED with her but also, shes just really obvious and doesnt realize shes not being subtle at all.. prob has all her long blue hair out of her suit and everything.. eventually she prob decided against having a mask at all (or just having one around her eyes) cuz being pretty and perfect adds to her whole thing

kusuo is pissed at both of them cuz he seriously cant handle hanging out with them in public now.. like if it was bad before, its terrible now

alsooo i was thinking about whether or not all his friends knew each others secret identities from the start or not and i started considering like if they didnt at first, yumehara would have a crush on kaido or the jet black widow and i was thinking theyd team up or something and she'd be like ugh i cant crush on this guy, i have kaido !!! and then i realized, this is just miraculous, i was making yumekai miraculous 😭😭

is kusuke a supervillain? ehhhh, probably nottt, he'd prob be similar to how he is in canon.. jealous and obsessive over his brother but doesnt really care about anything or anyone else enough to really be evil, he prob creates crazy supervillain esque tech that could rival the heroes easily but only uses it in private against kusuo cuz he wants to prove he can beat him.. kusuo comes back from his brothers place absolutely BATTERED and bloody and the others are like "?!?!? did u battle someone and not tell us???" and hes like nah i was just hanging out with my brother

just a thought!! i didnt do everyone but with some of the others, i wasnt sure whether i would want them to be spider people in this au or not, like maybe theyd have some other role ?? would not be opposed to it though if anyone else has ideas for it or if i think of something..

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Samuraiden Valentine's Day

Femboy Raiden was requested so I decided to turn it into a Valentie's Day special. Warning: highly cursed smut. Expect to never listen to Snake Eater again

Raiden posed seductively on his bed. He had invited Sam over for the evening and was getting ready to give said Brazilian a strip tease. "Bonito, how can we do this if you're mostly metal?" The cyborg then placed a clawed finger over the mans lips. "Just let me do this or I swear that I'm going to fucking gag you!" Sam then felt something begin to rise and it wasn't a metal gear ray.

Anyway back to Jack. Raiden had decided to pick a special outfit for tonight. He had doktor cutosmize his body so that his chest now resembled a lacey red bra and his crotch plate was now a matching set of panties. He had dyed his hair a light pink and put on some white cat ears. Also included were his usual pumps but in hot red. The cyborg then started posing Bayonetta style, giving high kicks to the air as he rested. "Would you fuck me? I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me HARD!"

"Jack, we can do your little movie questionnaires tomorrow. Right now I'm gonna show you the difference between a tool and a sword." Raiden then pushed Sam on to the bed and waved his finger. "Not until I've finished my dance." He then started grinding on top of Samuel. "Oh good. Why that's very good! Yes I like that!" the Brazilian moaned. They began to share a passionate kiss only for Raiden to bite too hard, nearly ripping off the mans lip in the process. This was the price one would pay for frenching a jaw made of steel but he was hardly complaining.

"Sorry..." the cyborg said. "I'm not quite used to this body yet." Sam laughed. "Nevermind it blondie. Better yet, I encourage it!" Raiden paused. "What are you saying!?" Sam then smacked the cyborgs ass like a drum. "More. Hurt me MORE!" Just like that and he was turned on. By that I mean the switch to let Jack out had been hit. "I think it's time I give you a demonstration..."

Jack then pulled out l' étranger and used it's whip form on the man beneath him. He hit each cheek in rythmn to hollaback girl. "Had enough yet puta?" Sam groaned. "That's Spanish, not Portuguese. You better show me a good time Jack!" Crap. It seemed like he did something wrong. "On to plan B then." Jack thought. "I think I'll show you what I learned after finishing off Vamp. Let's just say I'm very skilled in the art of being a snake eater."

Jack then shredded Sam's pants with his razor sharp claws until he found what he was looking for. He then said "It's Metal Gear Rising time!" and began to pump Sam's errect cock. Before he could let Sam become a snake beater, he unhinged his jaw and removed the metal plating. He then swallowed his penis whole like he had some strange vore fetish. Soon Sam climaxed and cried "THERE WILL BE CUM, SHED!"

Jack then swallowed because he knew this would be his only source of electrolytes for the night. He then crawled on the bed next to his lover and said "boowomp". Sam was just getting started though. "Let's dance!"  He tore off the lingerie and felt Jacks pecks. He tried to see if his nipples were hard and felt around. He then heard a click and released that his boyfriend was coming apart at the seams.

Sam noticed a small section of wires poking out. He began to gently press his finger into the crease and heard Jack begin to moan. He took this as a sign to continue and started penetrating deeper with his finger. Jack then rolled his head around and let out a loud "MEEEEOOOOOOWWWW". The screen quickly shifts to their next door neighbour Adam. Loud Russian cursing could be heard and it was then that he decided that tonight was when he was going to call animal control.

Sam felt a jolt pass through his finger and pulled his hand back. It probably wasn't the smartest idea to use his metal hand. He then made a mental note to ask Monsoon about how electricity works. Now it was time for him to reach third base. He spread the cyborgs thighs and took out some lube, only to find that Raiden had no sort of entrance. He was like Ken but instead of being moulded plastic it was steel.

"Where is it!?" Sam searched frantically but the only brown eyes he could find were his own two that were looking downward. "What's taking so long Sam?" The Brazilian wasn't sure how to phrase this. "Erm Jack, where is-, how do you-, I can't fin-". The cyborg tried to calm him down. "What's wrong. This is never a problem with Rose." Sam just started at him. "Who?"

"My wife but she isn't relevant to this story. What she does is give me a strap-on and then that's how we do it." Sam was shocked. "But- but... that gorgeous ass. Why would such a pretty boy have one if he wasn't going go use it?" Now it was Raiden's turn to laugh. "Sam, this is a metal gear game. Everyone has enough cake for a bakery."

"That's it! Shut it off!" Sam turned off his VR headset. He thought he could at least be with blondie like this but virtual reality was cruel. He then turned on Titanic and let his hair down. He was wearing a women's business dress. "Why can't I be the Rose to your Jack?!" He then began to sob while Bladewolf prayed that if a god did exist then he would take away his hearing abilities.

[wooglebear]

Remember that TETOCU Roleswap AU I posted about yesterday. Well, I'm working on the next chapter on ACIT, but I've had pretty bad writers block. So this will help the writer's block down.

The 6 OCS from the Roleswap AU!

Eleanor White is the art teacher. She is generous, lovable, loyal, and a natural problem solver. She loves drawing. Sometimes Eleanor draws a picture and her daughter Rosalie adds color! Eleanor is such a kindly girl, even the jerks George and Harold think she's adorable! She is aroace, like my ACIT OC Hazel (remember her?).

Esther is Eleanor's oldest daughter. Esther knows the truth about what makes a real friend. She has zero tolerance for anything or anyone unkind or with ill intentions. She is very protective of her sisters and will stand up for them, even if it means getting violent. Sometimes, Esther struggles to keep his cool. To blow off steam, she reads books. Esther can sometimes be a bit shy, but it doesn't stop her from being a brilliant friend.

Mariana is trans, and the Middle Sister/Brother. She’s female presenting but has male genitalia. She loves tennis. She also has a soft side for cooking. When she was little, Mariana didn't know how to swim! Eleanor taught her how. Mariana's outgoing personality pairs perfectly with Esther's shy composure.

"Mikado Sannoji; awesome antagonist, amazing fangame, but I hate that guy as a person."

The youngest sister, Rosalie is so kind and sweet. The problem is, not everyone is as nice as her! As a result, she's sometimes accused of looking at the world through rose-colored lenses. Along with being a bit of a dirt, Rosalie has two left feet and can almost always be found tripping over something or falling flat on her face. She uses painting to show her emotion and feelings.

Rosalie loves anything creative and is very artsy. She played a certain visual novel once. Rosalie sometimes likes to make her friends laugh by doing a silly dance move with her trusty paintbrush.

School nurse. Clare is a college student, and not quite a teacher. She has heterochromia. She can commune with animals, both gaining information from them and using them as allies. Yes, animals include Pokémon ;) Clare is friends with Esther, Rosalie and Mariana. When asked about it, Clare says it wouldn't really matter anyway since she's not included in Eleanor's family. Her bow tie is expressive! Clare doesn't have a best friend. She likes all people equally. Yes, this includes George and Harold, the jerks no one likes. Every day, in a special notebook, Clare writes down one thing that has made her smile that day. This mostly includes adventures with the trio, but other things too.

Cy-Eleanor is Eleanor's future self, and Melvinborg's girlfriend. She and her boyfriend were involved in the same car accident. They swear that the age gap when dating is good for them! I took all of the traits that Eleanor had, and gave a contrasting trait to Cy-Eleanor. Generous? Try greedy. Loveable, loyal and a natural problem solver? Cy-Eleanor is cruel, conniving, and powerful. Aroace? Try a person who will do anything, no matter how depraved, to help her beloved cyborg, even if he doesn't want anything to do with her! She appears in season 2. And yes, the gray bits are meant to be her cyborg half.

[anthuan0]

I recently finished Psycho Dream from the SNES and I wanna talk about it

Premise

So I believe that the premise of the game is actually extremely strong, especially for a game that isn't story heavy at all. A young girl has fallen deep into a coma after using a "D-Movie," which is an extremely immersing virtual reality experience to escape from her life. It's your job to enter her mind and save her. I probably explained that poorly, but this my blog gosh darn it.

Gameplay

I will not lie to y'all. The game play isn't anything special. It's a very simple action platformer. You get to pick between two characters, Ryo and Maria, each of which has a unique melee weapon and gun. You can upgrade each of these weapons through little crystals, enemies drop, and after collecting enough upgrades, you upgrade your body. Ryo turns into a cool cyborg who shoots bouncing lasers across the screen, and Maria(My Queen) turns into this cool fairy who is completely busted since her attacks home in on enemies. It's not really special, I will admit, but due to the games short length playing in its favor, I didn't really get tired of it, but I wasn't impressed. However, I did find it extremely satisfying as Maria since when you reach her final form since you destroy everything. I don't know sometimes a game doesn't need to be the hardest to be fun.

Visuals

This is where I believe the game truly shines. All the enemies are these truly strange little creatures . The artists behind this game were truly talented, and I wonder if they worked on anything. The world is strange with it morphing and changing, and being again covered with these strange dare, I say it, little guys. But the enemies that stood out the most were the bosses their all so weird, I would love an art of this game.

The Ending

I wanna touch on the ending, real quick since I really liked it. After defeating one of the most frustrating final bosses ever (it's actually very easy, I'm just bad). The girl you were going to save, whose name is Yuki Sakaya, turns away from you, but as if overwhelmed with emotions, she runs to you for a hug. Which is very beautiful and such a genuine moment of pathos in such a silly game.

[rotten-hearts-sharp-teeth]

do you have a favorite oc or one you relate to the most? :)

Thank you for the ask anon! You probably were not expecting this, but I actually have a MASSIVE catalogue of OCs. Tumblr allows 10 images so that's what I narrowed it down to. All images are labeled for the creator, but the characters belong to me.

OK! First up is my most well known OC. I made Sabine for my Alone Wolf Hellsing AU. If you've read the first story, then you know that she (spoiler) didn't make it to the end. I grew to love the character so much and the demand was so high that I started an alt end AU for my AU. If that isn't love then I don't know what is. Her son, Barrett hasn't been born yet in the story (new chapter is coming I promise) but I have big plans for him.

*art for an ask created by @crooked-incisors*

Next up is my cyberpunk cyborg Kade Pax. I just love their personality and design so much. Their story is tragic but has a happy end. I think. I really relate to Kade because of I also suffer body dysmorphic disorder

*ref by crooked for our closed universe*

Marianne Dubois is my plus sized, French Canadian final girl. I plan to write her story 'Road Kill' once I finish my Alone Wolf sequels.

*The art is mine. Slasher BF Steven Locke belongs to crooked*

Next up is another pair for the Slasher fandom. Flora and Veronica Galindo are WOC slasher twins. Flora is evil and manipulates Vero in the worst ways. I have a story for them that I would also like to write one day.

*art by crooked for our closed AU where they both get a happy ending*

*design of Veronica's Slasher look, Santa Muerte. Old art created by me*

One last OC from the closed universe I share with crooked (even though all of them are my favorite) My little yandere bimbo Bambi Dearie. She has... quite an interesting story.

*art by crooked*

OK! Now on to my Harem OC. Vral, Scourge of Delano is a savage hare barbarian. He's interested in fighting and fucking and not much else honestly.

*ref by crooked*

Bring in the clowns!

Mad Mage Meddle started a Kings of the Wild OC. It's a great book and everyone who likes fantasy should give it a read. I've considered using him for DnD, but since he's a chaotic evil user of body transformation magic that makes it a little difficult. Honestly I could go on about him so if anyone is curious shoot me an ask!

*commission*

Delilah the deadite clown is a very special OC for me. She was the first one I ever created way back in July of 2018. Happy Birthday!

*commission*

Last, I have Paisley. She was never going to be an OC. I actually just picked a name for a reader x fic that involved clowns, but crooked asked for details and thus Paisley was designed. She is very near and dear to my heart because of what she brought into my life ❤️

*commission*

And that's it! Honestly, I had a hard time narrowing down the list. I put a lot of care and pieces of myself into each and every OC I design. In a way they are all my faves 😅

[violets-and-books]

So so so so I was doing some investigating for my SW AU and I have some ideas:

Kaz: Chiss

New look!! Black hair, red eyes, pale grey/blue skin. Wears all black obviously, not much for hats in SW universe though. I picture him as slightly less muscular because he's not fighting/physically working as much because he's mostly politing and running missions than actually spying, fighting, stealing, etc. He can still hold his own though, he's a touch boi.

Inej: Atoan

Looks the same but she just has some fancy internal stuff going on. She wears more jewelry in SW universe though.

Jesper: Human

Looks the same except for a little scar on his lip from his first gambling brawl he ever got in. He's still the tall lanky flirty guy we know and love.

Nina: Zeltron

Pale pink skin, dark red/brown hair, green eyes. Same style really, same body, same voice, etc. She's our girl she's just got some extra powers and fancy skin.

Matthias: Arkanian

Deeply pale, white ass hair (long ofc), and white(ish blue) ass eyes. He only has three fingers and his thumb, and he has a few fancy new abilities. He's still really tall, really strong, he's just gotten a little makeover and he's got some special supervision shit going on. He wears so much navy and IT MAKES HIM LOOK EVEN PALER AND IT'S DRIVING NINA INSANE-

Wylan: Cyborg

Still a worried little guy but he's a worried little guy that will fuck you up. He has his eyes and hair and face and everything intact, but he has a replacement lung, a robotic hand (his non dominant one), and then he has a whole leg that's cybernetic. He also has some metal on his stomach that runs along the bones in his ribs. He wears goggles and a jacket and stuff because he's the ✨mechanic✨

BESTIE, OMG

Okay, okay, I've got to reply to all these individually

Kaz: We love our Chiss pilot man!! Touch boi???? 👀 👀 What dyou mean by that 👀👀. Love that he can still hold his own because of course he can! Even if he wasn't as strong, I still wouldn't want to go for a 1v1 against Kaz

Inej: Awesome! Inej deserves more jewelry as well

Jesper: Why change him when he's already perfect? BUT SCAR THE MAN, YES, HA HAHAHA (I'm just kidding, Jesper, I love you. I just love seeing you hurt more)

Nina: Oooooh, very fancy! She'd rock pink skin. And new powers? 👀👀 Do tell

Matthias: NOT THE NAVY- Sounds like the perfect race for him though, just bright fricking white everywhere

Wylan: MY CYBORG BOI!!!! Cyborg Wylan is just top tier. Damn, you really went full on with the replacement lung! (I say as someone who replaced Wylan's vocal cords but shhh) And the cybre 👏 netic 👏 leg 👏. Love it!!!

[canon-can-fight-me]

Fornax, Lepus, and Serpens for Human-Cyborg Relations!

@askthelovenest

Thank you for the ask!!

Fornax - How do you both keep the spark in your relationship going? What do you do for each other that no other person can?

Ooh, so Kaiyo is mainly in charge of that. She always gets a lot of new ideas for dates, and regularly surprises him at the resistance base. (In the sequel trilogies only, as they both work for the resistance but often in different locations. Prequels-OG Kaiyo has a variety of different jobs but that’s a story for another time.) You might think this is only a newly dating thing, but they both actively work to maintain their relationship and there’s always something new! As for the second question, Kaiyo treats him like a human, not an object (which by the way everyone should do, but sadly it seems like canon prefers treating him like garbage). She also reminds him of his worth and loves him wholeheartedly, as well as giving him the encouragement to grow to be someone beyond what his programming limits him to. On the other hands, Three.pio is always a safe place for her that no one else really is. Even though they weren’t always on good terms like they are now, he is loyal to her and makes her feel like the most special girl in the galaxy.

Lepus - What pace do both of you move? Is one of you faster than the other? Slower? Explain!

Their paces couldn’t be more different. The only time Kaiyo walks slowly is when she’s low on energy. Otherwise, she tends to walk at a brisk pace when in public. On the other hand, you can imagine that 3.po is significantly slower considering that to my knowledge, he can’t run. Best he can do is a fast little walk. Often times Kaiyo isn’t even aware of how fast she walks.

Serpens - Have either or you ever told the other a lie? What was it and why?

Three.pio has been known to be unable to keep secrets, but I think if he really wants to, he can. Part of Kaiyo’s job is deception (sequels), so she’s very good at it. However, they don’t lie to each other often. Maybe little white lies, but nothing major. I will say, in a similar vein to my answer for Ye.lan, that a lie he’s told her was before they started dating. He said that the idea of romance was foreign to him and that, being a dro.id, he doubted that knowledge of romance was something he cared about. However, this was actually a way to convince himself that what he felt for her wasn’t romantic. If it was, who knew what consequences that would have? After all, she was human. And there was no way a human would ever have feelings for a dro.id…right?

[moonlightreal]

The Lyrical Nanoha post

Today on “what to watch while waiting for season nine,” here’s my post on Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha, one of my favorite magical girl series.

So what’s marvelous in Lyrical Nanoha? The worldbuilding. There’s so much stuff in this show! Magical girls, magical girls in sports, magical girls in organized strike teams, magical girls in the government. Magic jewels, magic staffs, magic guns, magic plushies, magic rollerblades, upgrade devices (that look like tiny cute anime girls) magic circles, shapeshifters, cyborgs (that also look like cute anime girls) ancient weapons (that look like cute anime girls too) reincarnation, cloning, dimension ships, different worlds, ancient empires, and dragons.

I love that the devices talk and change shape. The visuals are wonderful. The transformation sequences are great and the attacks are cool. The stories are heartfelt and all the characters are fun, even if there are sometimes too many to keep straight. And Nanoha is one of the few magical girl series that has a whole magical world that the girls visit and eventually move to permanently.

Some parts of all-things-lyrical are available streaming on Prime but other parts are unlicensed so you can sail the seven seas guilt-free. There’s a site called “nyaa” where I have in the past gotten my hands on unlicensed anime. You can read the manga here, but the manga has 1)fanservice, including of underage characters, which the anime does not have and 2)a lot of characters who kind of all look the same which makes it less fun to read than some.

The series is also special because it shifts genre as the franchise goes on, starting as a traditional magical girl story, turning into a kind of technomagical war story, then unexpectedly morphing into a sports anime.

And, ooh look, I can link all the openings.

Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha

Your standard magical girl plot. Young Nanoha meets a magical ferret who gives her a transformation device because he needs her help to collect “jewel seeds” that can turn things into monsters. The ferret is actually a boy, an archaeologist who was transporting the magical items when an accident stranded him on earth. But a mysterious blonde girl with magic of her own is trying to get the jewel seeds too! Nanoha sees sadness in her rival’s eyes and resolves to save her, even as authorities from the magic dimension come to help get the situation under control.

And here begins the strange theme of the series: our heroines make friends by defeating them, in combat! It’s really very odd.

Nanoha A’s

Nanoha and Fate make a new friend, a wheelchair user named Hayate. Little do they know their new friend has magic of her own. Hayate’s health is deteriorating and her three magical guardians are desperate to save her at any cost. Nanoha and Fate can only help them by… defeating them in combat!

Nanoha Strikers

The third series is 26 episodes and jumps ahead to when the girls are in their twenties. They’ve moved to the magic dimension of Midchilda where they work for the government as professional magical girls responding to disasters. They’ve also become teachers. Nanoha’s two proteges Subaru and Tiana and Fate’s two proteges Erio and Caro learn to use their magical items and soon the whole gang is faced with an emergency! A villain has created a bunch of minions, who need to be befriended by defeating them in combat. He’s also created a clone of an ancient queen in the form of a little girl and, more than just befriending her, Nanoha adopts her.

StrikerS is a good series, it has loads of worldbuilding, new characters, epic battles, all kinds of good stuff. But having your magical girls be adult professionals who have military ranks is a big change from schoolgirls on Earth so it may weird your magical girl vibe.

Nanoha Vivid

Changes the vibe again. Now it’s a sports anime! With no enemies attacking, Nanoha and Fate’s daughter Vivio only needs to use her magic to compete in transformed martial arts. Vivio is the clone of an ancient queen, and she meets a cool emotionless girl who is the reincarnation of a friend of that queen and is driven by her ancestral memories to become the strongest fighter. She needs befriending through defeat! I do quite like that aspect: Einhart turns up driven by her past life memories to become the strongest and gets told quite matter-of-factly to join a gym and channel her mystical urges productively!

Vivid is a sports anime with transformation sequences. (in which the little girls become adults and body parts inflate like balloons.) The world of Midchilda seems less magical than it did in StrikerS; Vivio and her friends train at a gym that’s pretty much like a gym in our world and Vivio’s magic item doesn’t talk or change shape. The anime of Vivid also comes after some audio dramas and animates a small part of a manga, so the anime has a bunch of characters that are just there with no explanation of who they are, and it doesn’t end at the end. The manga is very long and is more about putting the characters in a series of cute costumes than actually having a story. I mean there is a story but boy do they spend a lot of time in swimsuits and Chinese dresses and maid outfits and more swimsuits...

Vivid Strike

Nanoha has moved on from her own series. The new heroine is a girl named Fuuka who has become estranged from her friend Rinne after Rinne experienced bullying and became a cold and closed-off person. How can Fuuka break through her friend’s shell and restore their relationship? Maybe her new friend Vivio can help!

Vivid Strike is a spinoff story that stars Fuuka with Vivio and her friends as side characters. The anime is a complete story arc and it’s a good show. But Midchilda has become even less magical; it now has normal non-flying cars and Fuuka gets in a fight with some gangstas. I’m pretty sure the government we saw in StrikerS wouldn’t let there be gangstas in the city!

[caffeine-and-computers]

WIPs

Clashing Obsessions

Genres: sci-fi, cyberpunk, YA

Status: complete

Blurb:

A tech-saavy cyborg with too much time on her hands. A quick-thinking detective with a fascinating new case. A mad scientist on the verge of a groundbreaking advancement. A young girl wants nothing more than to lead an interesting life, but is constantly faced with empty time and incessant boredom. When she turns to computers to pass the time, she quickly finds herself entangled in a world of less-than-legal programming, soon earning a reputation as an exceptional hacker. When she discovers someone else with a mind like hers, it doesn't take long for her to become preoccupied by the mystery of him, and she longs to find out his identity. Unfortunately, a clever international detective is a little too determined to track her down, and a scientist with a disregard for ethics has other plans for her, involving an experiment that he believes could revolutionize humanity, but at what cost?

Three people, three stories, three obsessions, intertwined in this sci-fi tale set in a cyberpunk-inspired world in the year 2120.

What do teenage hacker Kalix Raven, UNBI Agent Rachel Cassanova, and Dr. Rovart Blayne all have in common?

They're all a little obsessed.

Crossing Infamy

Genres: sci-fi, cyberpunk, YA

Status: in progress

Sequel to Clashing Obsessions.

Sanguis Ardenti

Genres: urban fantasy, short story, crime, sci-fi-ish (maybe also horror or body horror, sort of depends how you define that)

Status: complete

Blurb:

Venena is a Rarity. Born with a unique supernatural ability, she was supposed to be special, a wonder, but her so-called power only made her a menace. She couldn't control it, hurting those around her and leaving a path of destruction in her wake until she eventually gave up on other people altogether. For a long time, she isolated herself to keep everyone else safe.

Until she met a team of criminals, a close-knit group that carried out daring burglaries together and brought some of the city's powerful people to their knees. Swept up in the thrill of leader Felicity's adventures, Venena starts to wonder if maybe friends might be in the cards for her after all.

But first, a break-in to a corrupt billionaire's impenetrable vault...

NOTE: I'm in the process of re-writing this into a full-length novel called Ardenti, stay tuned for that :)

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