#ive missed it dearly

[notesbynor]

Was having a bad day (overstimulated and stressed from everything) and decided to watch the London Time Quangle episode

I could not stop smiling throughout the entire thing.

It's been a while since i've properly followed D20 because i've been busy, i haven't seen anything after the last episode of NSBU

And man

Time Quangle just reminded me of how much i love this show, and how much it makes me happy

The chaos, the friendship, the rolls, the utter insanity of everything, the heart

I need to get watching again

[officialmiintee]

wind breaker / captain and vice captains

[newttxt]

one thing about me: i am first and foremost a haikyuu enjoyer

[conjuring-ghouls]

We're hiding here inside a dream and all our doubts are now destroyed (x)

[to00fu]

good bye to this possibly 10 year old tablet

[copias-juicebox]

I’m a sucker for this fit! x

[tiger-balm]

and in net... | marlies @ rockets | feb 23rd 2024

[princington]

all at once

[percexe]

pls tell me im the first person who thought of this

HELPPPP THE THREE GENDERS

[lunarscript]

OPPOSITE ENDS

SCENARIO : boothill and reader bumping into each other + having a brief interaction under unwell circumstances.

PAIRING: boothill x gn!reader

ⓘ — angst(? if it could count as that), mentions of drinking alcohol + boothill’s backstory, ambiguous ending about reader , reader also has a supposed accent , + references to the IPC + death.

He thinks about you a lot. Perhaps too much. On days he finds himself trying to drink his sorrows away, he cant help but feel worse than before. At least when hes sober, he can change what he’s thinking about.

Now, all he can think about is how he misses you.

The shape of you, the touch of you, the sweet gaze you gave him whenever he came running back with his, your daughter—so full of love and warmth. Whatever happened to that beautiful partner he loved so much? That family he built, he cherished? His entire life? Those damn IPC folk, that’s what.

He wholeheartedly believed you to be dead, with the rest of his family. His love. His world. The mechanized man took another swig of beer before he slammed it back into the table with a huff and walked off, a few coins finding their place on it. His hand finds its place running across his face in irritation. He slowly stumbles away from the bar and all it's blinding lights.

Despite his actions, the alcohol never actually buzzed his gears, but it provided relief when things were stressful. His mind proved just a little hazy when he mistakenly ran into another person.

“Watch it, cowboy!” they snapped. Boothill instantly turned his head with reddened cheeks and scowled, his sharp teeth grinding.

“You’re one to forkin talk!” he yelled, eyes finally adjusting and focussing on the person in front of him.

Black cap, black uniform, maroon tie, and a badge to boot. The sight made him sick, but the face he saw made him sicker.

He blinks a few times before staring at the worker. He had to be seeing things. Usually these IPC officers would wear masks… But this one looked exactly like you, just older.

The same height, build, and your eyes… Aeons, those beautiful eyes he could get lost in were right there. Right there in front of him.

His face grew slack. Astonished, he took several steps back. It was like seeing a ghost. A ghost he longed for, trying his best to never forget that perfect smile or laugh. He slowly took his hat off and pushed it to his chest. his breath hitches, waiting with baited breath for your next words. His imagination might've gotten his hopes up.

“Sorry... That might’ve been a tad too brash of me.” you say awkwardly after a few moments of silence. All he can do is stare. He cant tell if its the alcohol or not, but fudge, it sounds just like you. It hurts him; it sounds like you’re trying to cover up your accent.

You purse your lips and make a face you usually make when something’s gone sour—he would know. You dust your shoulder off, where the two of you collided. Your beautiful face finally calms as you put on a nice smile and ask, “Say, have we met somewhere before?”

The phrase hits him like a pile of bricks. or rather like the entire Astral Express. The wind is suddenly knocked out of him and his eyebrows furrow. His metal fingers become tense, his mechanical knuckles strained, clenching on his hat. It's almost as if he's become a statue, forever staring at your stupid face.

Moreover, his heart is beating so fast and it pinches almost. There's a burning sensation around his eyes but nothing comes out.

There was never really a time where he wished his human body was back but this encounter, this moment, sure made him want to change that. He wished he could cry, have hot tears slowly stream down his cheeks so you could see he missed you. He wished he could reach out with a warm hand so you could remember his touch. To be human again just to lay in bed with you, burrowing his face in the crook of your neck as you both fall asleep in each others warmth and embrace.

So that you could remember the man you loved without all the mechanized parts.

“You seem. Familiar.” You hit him with a soft laugh that wrecks his mechanical heart, your hand on your hip as you tilted your head slightly to the side. The sight breaks his heart.

“You too, sugar.” he quickly responded, putting his hat back on his head with a swift motion. The cowboy cleared his throat as he forced his hat downward. “A mighty fine pleasure to meet’cha though.”

But the alcohol must be getting huge run through his system. After all, there’s no chance of you being alive. And even less of a chance that you joined the corrupt IPC. As much as it hurts to walk away, he does.

His outfit clicks and pings with all the metals hooked onto it. Every click of his heel echoing in his head. Each step feels so heavy, but he must continue.

Last you two spoke, it was about how if anything happens, you would never go into the IPC and you would stand your ground—protect your home. He knows you would never break your promise. He’s put too much trust on your love for you to break the last promise you’ve made with him. For you to betray him like this, no. not like this.

He walks away because you becoming the thing hes sought to destroy and hate is much worse than you dying a horrible death. Supporting the corporation that took everything away from the both of you was unimaginable.

There just couldnt be any other way. You had to be dead.

He had to be seeing things with his perfect, fixed vision.

Besides, there’s just no way he’s staying more then five minutes with a member of the IPC. He can’t risk getting caught now. He’s a wanted man, after all.

And you’ve already gone the opposite way.

[defiledtomb]

*regarding the post about getting set up for a date* yknow the saying in for a penny in for a pounding or however it goes

(no but I’m really happy to see your excited, hope everything goes well)

LMAO

[watobu]

i dont go into the sdmp territory anymore but i still think yahi and joko needa kiss like rlly bad. i think yaoitrio as a poly is fire. make those 3 kiss and hold hands. can we throw wuna in there with them

[artist-rat]

this is unlike the stuff i usually post, but wanted to share. it's from a project i started a few days ago. (i've felt like testing sth like this for a longer while—just some loose lines, little critters i love, and warm words.) 🧡

unrelated and not, our beloved cat passed away yesterday morning. i'd just happened to draw this the day before we said goodbye. so i feel like it's for her. ❤️

[basilacademia]

Before I go to bed, I wanted to post an update on the looks of how I draw these two!

[o-sachi]

It’s officially that time of the evening for me to start missing him

[gaygrimoires]

the Shinjigang enjoyed this so I figured I'd post it