#boost has a brain

[ashintheairlikesnow]

"I/You made a mess." - five line prompt for boost lol.

CW: BBU, pet whump, institutionalized whump, dehumanizing language, aftermath of dubcon

Boost's Stuff

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Handler Thompson - Clint - never even takes his pants all the way off. He lays there panting afterwards with them off his hips, his black uniform shirt rucked up to show a flash of stomach paler than his arms and his face and his neck, the only bits Boost usually ever sees.

"Good boy," Clint says, breathy, leaning down to nuzzle along the angle of his jaw. Boost shivers, eyes wide, staring with his head tipped back because he can see the blue sky.

Outside smells like cut grass and rain. Smells he can't remember but knows anyway. The air is humid and hot, the pavement parking lot drying after the storm passed. The sky is so, so blue.

He hadn't realized it would be so incredibly blue. He hadn't understood that it would seem so immense, so far overhead. He hadn't known it would be frightening, like it could crash down any second, cracks in a ceiling larger than his imagination had ever been able to grasp.

Clint chuckles, warm air against his ear, and Boost shivers again. Instinctively, his arms go up. Bizarrely, Clint leans into it, shifting so Boost can hold onto him as if fighting for an anchor to keep him close to earth. "Hey. You made a mess, did you notice?"

Boost blinks, briefly confused, and then realizes what the handler means. His stomach is marked, sticky, familiar only from his own hand in the showers or those brief times he is utterly alone.

But this time...

"I've never... with someone else before," He whispers. He doesn't know if his body ever has, but he hasn't. Not from someone else's hand, someone else's moving hips, someone else's stinging pain and wavelike pleasures. His skin itches. Messes are bad, and must be cleaned.

But Clint is heavy, and the sky through the window, where he lays on his back on the backseat of Clint's beautiful shining car, is so so blue.

"Yeah, I guess we don't usually give a fuck if you have fun or not," Clint says, careless. He doesn't sound guilty or regretful. Just stating a fact. His fingers graze down Boost's side until he shivers again, tightening around the softening fullness inside him, making Clint groan and lean even more heavily on him. The closure for a seatbelt digs into his other side, down near his hip. The leather sticks to his back. The door handle jams into the top of his head, aching after the rocking rhythm they kept up for so long.

"You really like it out here," Clint says, thoughtfully. "Don't you? You like fucking me out here."

I like the sky, Boost thinks. I don't care about you. I just want more of the sky.

"Yeah," He says, trying to think of how the Romantics do this. Flirty smiles and batting eyelashes don't feel right. But he softens his voice a little, shifts his legs apart as if urging Clint to do it again, what he just did, what they do twice a week now. "I do like it. A lot. Will you bring me out here more often?"

"Sure. You're a fun time." Clint, to his surprise, kisses him. A full on kiss on the lips, and Boost stills but then, clumsily, tries to kiss back. "Next week. I have a long weekend out of town. But next week, huh? You, me, condoms, and a good time had by all."

Boost swallows, and gently kisses Clint. "Yeah, please, Handler Clint. Thank you, sir." He keeps his voice low.

A few more weeks of this and he'll ask to get fast food somewhere. French fries. He smells them sometimes when handlers bring in outside food as treats for the good pets who did well in training.

Weeks of being good, getting food and drink. Maybe things he can sneak back to the others. Then ask to see the handler's apartment. Get off of WRU property, away from those walls topped with razor wire and spotlights. Get somewhere with more grass and trees. Spend some time making Clint think they're so good together. Boost is a good maintenance worker even if he's a failed pet.

Boost can be so, so, so good.

Until Clint thinks he'd never try to run. Until he is trusted and believed and has his chance. Then, he'll have all the blue sky he wants.

But he feels bad about what he'll do to Clint to get it. Just not bad enough to stop.

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

A cozy, good bug because my pal said he’s got oversized sweater energy.

Mayflies are warm-weather bugs and it's gotta be chilly in the caves under Gokkan so Jeramie spins him a bunch waahah! I think if Rita saw Gerojim in a white sweater they might mistake him for Moffun...

[kuwdora]

hellooooo. It's time to clear out my closet and take care of summer expenses while I continue my excruciating job hunt. It's an art sale post! 🎨 I have 20 original pieces of art for sale. This includes 5" wood cuts and small canvases that are 6x6 and go up to 12x12. Price: I have name-your-own-price on many canvases because I want people to have pretty things! Other canvases and woodcuts are $30-$100. Have a look and see if anything strikes your fancy! Currently shipping US only unless otherwise discussed - please DM me on tumblr or discord if you're outside the US and find something of interest and we can work out shipping. -> ko-fi gallery 🖼️

-> my redbubble store has all of my previous artwork if you're in the mood for stickers or notebooks.

Reblogs and tips are greatly appreciated. ❤️ ko-fi | redbubble | @snowpinecone | #artdora

[undefeatablesin]

Watch out ya'll, Sin's sketching Bloodborne comics again! 💀

[pro-crastinate17]

You are the h

👍

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PIENDISH????????

[leadendeath]

fellow adhd people (or people who get extremely excited about something for other ND reasons, i'm gonna let u in too for this one):

what do YOU call it when you're vibrating with enthusiasm/love for something/thinking rlly hard about stuff that makes u extreme happy and u gotta wiggle about it?

there is electricity inside ur body and u need to scream on the internet about it or smth or u will be overcharged battery explosion &fire ????? this u when:

i could call it ecstatic. that does not quite cover it. there is so much energy. too much for one word.

[aang-whore]

[tvrningout]

tldr for the below post/vent is i may or may not be away for a few more days! we’ll just see, and thank you for being patient with me as always 💜

maybe i’ll wait a few more days till i really come back? i dunno if that’s really the solution bc i just feel a weird distance from everyone rn, and that’ll just get worse if i stay away, i feel like. but i can also tell i’m probably at my worst as far as hormonal mood spirals go, and i really don’t wanna subject myself or y’all to that. it’s a rock and a hard place bc no matter what, i’m gonna feel bad to some extent — just if i stay away, i can maybe manage it a lil better. i really don’t know, so we’ll just see how the next few days go.

sorry to be so up and down, and thank you for being patient with me ;v; i really do hope all of you are taking care of yourselves and having good days!!

[radiantaerynsvn]

tv series that have audio commentaries with the actors i love you

[sevenyeargap]

practicing gratitude about this past year tonight and it IS actually helping?? a lot????????? unbelievable

[ashintheairlikesnow]

🧽 cleaning them up after for boost

(Me: for once, writes a one-off character. Readers: MORE GIVE US MORE)

You can see the only time Boost has ever appeared before right here

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CW: Aftermath of noncon, pet whump, Facility whump, BBU, caretaker

"This is the third time in a week." Her voice is rough, but not unkind, as she leans against the doorframe. Boost doesn't look directly at her lathering himself with the rough soap. It smells like false oranges, and the scent clings to his skin for hours after. But it's better than what he'd smell like otherwise.

"I know." He leans over, letting the hot water soak into his hair, all mussed up from the handler's fingers. His mouth hurts, jaw aching. He's not made for this. It takes effort and thought, not like the mindless seductions the Romantics fall into, the effortless way they arch their back just so, lock legs around a trainer's back, cry out in ecstasy everyone involved knows they're not really feeling.

Boost doesn't know how to sound like that. But the handler doesn't seem to mind.

"It's dangerous," She says, crossing her arms. 909 is one of the oldest here, and he'd ask her just how old she is, but he knows she doesn't know either. But she cleans up in the office side, walks around accounting all day. They call her Lili up there. Boost thinks Lili is a pretty name, but she drops it the second the elevator brings her back down here.

I won't take their little nicknames that let them think I'm paid, she says. She moves like someone who had power, once, before it was taken from her along with everything else.

"It's not that dangerous. He doesn't hurt me."

It's true. Each time the handler crooks a finger and Boost follows him, it feels a little better. It hurts a little less. And the handler gets a little sweeter. Gives him extra food, slips him things. Last month, he'd gotten a bag of potato chips he'd hidden underneath the trash bag in the bin he'd been pushing around. He'd pulled it out when he came back into the dorm and every single maintenance pet had been able to share a potato chip, salty and crunching between their teeth.

He'd given the handler his best the next time he'd been pulled aside, and now that gifts were turning into bigger things. A milkshake that tasted like real vanilla, whipped cream and cherry on top. An extra blanket made of something impossibly soft (one of the others had stolen it immediately, but now they had decided to share it, every pet taking one night with it at a time).

"I don't think it's dangerous because of what the handler might do. It's against the rules. You're not supposed to fuck them."

Boost ignores her, rinsing the shampoo out of his hair with his eyes closed, hot water pounding against his cheeks, washing away the last of what the handler had left there.

I read on the internet that it's good for your skin, some giggly girl's voice says, deep down within him, and he winces at the spike of pain that follows.

"Hey. Are you even listening to me?"

"I'm trying not to, but you're being really annoying about it."

She sighs, so loud he can hear her over the shower. He turns the water off and walks over to the folded towels, drying off his hair and then working on his body. He has scars from all his failed training, from how they'd used him for Guard Dog bait for a few weeks before moving him to maintenance, knowing he'd be grateful for the mercy.

"Please." Her voice softens a little, and he looks up then, pulling on a new pair of the flat black pants he wears, the long-sleeved white t-shirt. Same colors as trainees, more skin covered. It's a mercy, too.

He inhales, and then lets it out in a drawn-out exhale. "It's... something to look forward to. Okay? That's all. It's just nice to get some things, sometimes."

"You'll be punished, if the Maintenance Head gets bugged about it. Not him, you."

"I know."

"Then why?"

"Because it's going to happen, 909. I might as well get to control who it happens with. Since Handler Thompson started taking me aside, none of the others even look at me. He told them to leave me alone, and they do. Do you understand? If I-... it makes it better for all of us. Next time, he says, he'll take me out with him for a smoke break."

She hitches in a breath, and he watches her put a hand out to steady herself against the doorframe. "He... outside?"

"Yeah." He smiles, lopsided, a little faint. "Outside. I don't even remember what outside looks like, just what we see on TV. I want to go outside, 909. I want to see what it looks like out there."

He wants to get a look at how high the fences are, and decide if he could climb them fast enough.

"Well... be careful." She gathers his dirtied towels up for him and dumps them into the hamper, while he finishes drying his hair. He smells like oranges. He can feel the handler's touch still on his skin, fingers in his hair.

But when he'd whispered, please, call me Boost, Handler Thompson...

The handler had whispered back, if I'm calling you Boost, you should call me Clint.

And that's something new.

[pileofpigeons]

I’m so horn neigh neigh

[the-ashenstreaked-doctor]

I should make a death card for doc…

[hecksupremechips]

Btw I’ve started playing the funny stars and time game. The the one about the loopty loop and the white diamond ass shit

[steakout-05]

Jetpack Joyride headcanon: Professor Brains named his cat "Spot" after the cat that Data had in Star Trek, and much like Data's cat, his cat is also a female orange tabby :)

[bacon-sandwich-of-dionysus]

I have had my first encounter with a Bloodborne boss.

The Cleric Beast made me almost shit out my spine.

My dad was having the time of his life watching me scream, then cackle nervously, only to scream once more as the Cleric Beast's fist came crashing down.

I was just rolling around on the bridge and trying to bite its ankles.

Absolutely terrifying.