#my babygrill
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@legacyshenanigans I don’t think Ophelia will go on a date with me after this.
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lunfio · 1 year ago
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hes doing serious detective work (calling his boyfriend)
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blinkus-blonkus · 5 months ago
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save me teddy SAVE MEE
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breezysuffers · 10 months ago
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Slight EA Spoilers?
The way I’ve been religiousy checking Patreon like I have money and I see THAT HUSH IS COMING BACK RAAHHHHH
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dontmindmefriend · 2 months ago
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I painted all day guys I have homework and stuff (its really fun) but enjoy day 18 (drive)
I should not be allowed to drive, plummeting to my death in halo is my favourite activity
Also kat from halo:reach my favourite babygrill <3, my blorbo, my beloved
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ozymandien · 2 years ago
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my favorite thing is fan artists consistently drawing wei wuxian like this!!!! i love it!!!! he's just my little guy
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obsessive-clown · 29 days ago
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I LOVE HIS ANGRY EXPRESSIONS SO MUCH AND I DONT KNOW WHY
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I like his face here. He wasn't smiling or anything. Just cold. It pissed him off so much that Tara was kicking his ass that he's like alright bitch that's enough the fun is over. No smile no fun just darkness. That's all that's really there and all he really is.
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endrae · 1 month ago
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babygirl
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hermitcraftx · 28 days ago
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im gonna be sick like actually
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subzeroparade · 3 months ago
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goodnight, travel well
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lavendermin · 3 days ago
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disasterology | boothill
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boothill x reader, mad scientist reader
wc | 1.7k
genre | light banter, ambiguous relationship
warnings | nsfw, artificial cyborg guts, suggestive, body horror, love bug (literally via data transfer), mentions of giving boothill a womb, boothill bluescreens
note | my piece as part of the autumn festival collab hosted by @owlespresso ^^ I’ll probably make a part two to this to squeeze in more banter and get some actual freaky stuff in
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“You’re back at my lab… A little soon, no?” The question is thrown at Boothill without a spared glance as you are engrossed in several tasks at once. The Galaxy Ranger makes his way over to your mess of screens and tools by your main work desk, his strides reminiscent of someone a little too comfortable in your bubble.
“Annual checkup. Don’t tell me you forgot already, doc?” Boothill teases with feigned hurt, sharp teeth flashing with his playful grin.
“Not a doctor,” you correct him flatly.
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A holo-screen appears before his face, stopping him from nearing your concentrated form. A flurry of data scrolls by and a pop-up appears with a few dates.
With a few final taps you swivel toward him and the screen. “According to your record in my data bank, you’re not due for your checkup for another nine weeks,” you state matter-of-factly. With a few taps and a swipe, the screen is gone and you meet Boothill’s gaze for the first time. “So, what’s the actual reason you’re here? Surely not just a friendly visit to the resident witch or whatever they’re calling me these days on this planet.”
“Recent scrap didn’t end too well. Leg’s been acting up.”
Your eyes scan him briefly, humming in thought as you enter new data and access his file.
“I definitely noticed a few new scratches to your outer shell armor,” you note, speaking more to yourself as you log the new data. “I’ll run some tests and analyze further.”
You roll back in your chair near him, gathering a few tools here and there and holding an emesis basin in front of him. Boothill squints at you in confusion, a frown pulling down his lips in a glimmer of dangerous, sharp teeth.
“Here. Spit them out���all the ammo you have. Now.”
His eyes sharpen, but he relents with a grunt. The metal of the bullets hitting the basin is all that fills the silence as you return to some screens and rummage through rows of drawers and drawers that line the walls.
It’s a chaotically organized yet unorganized lab, to say the least.
“There’s an empty box near you. Go ahead and remove all of your outerwear and any other weapons so we can get started,” you instruct as you prepare a table nearby.
Boothill begins to protest. “Doc, it’s just my leg. I don’t need–”
When he turns back to your desk you’re gone from sight. It unnerves him and you appear behind him seemingly from thin air.
“Hey–!”
You plug several chords into a few outlets on his hip. The feeling of the data processing through multiple base drives makes his entire body feel like numbing static courses through it.
Your face is close. Too close.
“Let's get a base-read on what’s going on here for now. I’ll leave the room so you can get undressed if you’re modest like that.” Your eyes flit down and you smirk. “Not like I haven’t seen your full model before.”
His face flushes a bright crimson and he sputters, shoving you away. You laugh out loud, unsettling and loose as you go back to your screens. It’s become more apparent with each visit that you aren’t entirely sound of mind.
“I still wonder why your face flushes red when your synthetic blood is blue. Perhaps I’ll find out today,” you grin, looking up and being met with a metallic click and the barrel of a gun between your eyes.
There’s a fierceness in Boothill’s glare, red cheeks betraying his threat. Though his hand is steady, your monitors signal increased levels of core maintenance and adrenaline. He doesn’t know how to handle your teasing— never will.
“I don’t have time to be yer forkin’ lab rat,” he sneers.
Your expression remains calm, unbothered as a lazy smile makes way to your lips. It’s an irksome sureness that makes the ranger’s eye twitch and teeth grit. Perhaps that’s simply your insanity creeping into him as well.
It draws him in like a moth to a flame. And he convinces himself that he hates it.
“You wouldn’t hurt me.”
“And what makes you think I wouldn’t put a bullet in yer head for crossing me?”
“Plenty of reasons. But really I only need one.”
“Yeah? And what’s that, sweets?” He scoffs, patience running thin.
You gently tap a knuckle over his heart core, the area making a soft metal clank as you do so. Boothill falls silent for a moment as you say nothing more. The mental gears turn a little harder than usual and suddenly his face is hot. Too hot.
“Wh– What– Who ever said I liked ya like that?! A ranger doesn’t get wrapped up in those feelings, ya hear?!”
And you fucking smirk.
“I’m not sure what you’re insinuating. All I meant was that you wouldn’t get rid of your one and only mechanic on this side of the galaxy, would you? Who else would be stupid enough to take all your last minute tuning appointments and repair jobs after reckless battles? You need me, ranger.” You pause and shift your gaze directly at him. “No reason to get so defensive. Unless… you have feelings for me?”
“Negative feelings,” he seethes.
But you’ve seen right through him. It’s an act of pity that you just chuckle and resume your work on diagnosing some of the sensors around his midriff. Still enough to keep the cowboy grumbling and red in the face.
“Feelings nonetheless,” you chuckle under your breath as you swivel back to the flurry of incoming data. “I’ll head to the back to grab a few things I’ll need and see if a few spare parts are lying around that are similar to some of your fractured hip joints. Do not touch anything.”
Once you’re out of sight, Boothill grumbles and removes his hat and jacket. The bright industrial lights only serve to irk him more— never was one to like hospital settings.
It’s a bit more of a predicament when the wires attached to his hip get in the way of removing his bottoms. He clicks his tongue and listens as your fumbling in the distance remains constant.
Whatever. Damn cables are in the way. What is he to do? He yanks them off and removes the last of his articles, shoving them in the box off to the side you left for him.
“Fork me,” he grumbles. There’s an unruly mess of cables on the floor, most of which look the same and range in color. Naturally, none are labeled.
Just his luck.
One of your monitors beeps and a few pop ups come up as the data flow abruptly ends. In a panic, Boothill grabs a red and a black cable and plugs them in. He clicks a few of the pop ups to make them go away and resume whatever they asked. He didn’t have time to read whatever jargon it said, not that he would have understood it anyway.
He’s seated and on the examination table by the time you walk back in with a few boxes stacked in your arms.
A warm hum settles in his core with his data processor kicking in. It’s pleasant, albeit an odd sensation.
You set down the boxes and glance at the screens, humming with thought. The pause is a beat too long and Boothill can only hope you don’t prod. You tap a few things on the screen and approach him with a smile.
“Alright. Pain receptors are off and your maintenance mode is on. Let’s get started.”
Only about forty minutes have passed but it’s becoming increasingly clear to Boothill that something is clearly wrong. He’s used to certain processes being shut off while you work on him— that part is normal.
Right now, he can’t seem to take his eyes off you. And you won’t spare him a glance as you work, much too engrossed in his guts— literally. He huffs and you don’t bother looking at him. It pisses him off.
“If you’re feeling discomfort use your words, ranger,” you mutter without missing a beat. “If your pain processors kicked in due to something that went wrong I need to know before you blow up on me.”
Your tug at a particular wire makes him gasp, his grip on the edge of the table warping the metal.
“Fork– Watch it!” His breath shakes with a gasp, face flushed.
“You didn’t exactly come with a manual.”
“Please don’t say that while yer hands are in my guts.”
You snicker, ignoring his glare as you continue to work methodically.
“I could always give you new insides if I mess these up,” you tease smoothly, fingers deeper still in his abdominal cavity. “Would you like it if I gave you a womb?”
Boothill huffs with a shiver as you tug at that same wire again, his back arching slightly off the cold, metal table. His mouth hangs open, unable to say a word. It’s overwhelming, an intense sensation that he feels in every artificial nerve end.
You call his name once more— so sweet and full of concern. The auditory hallucinations have begun from the wrong dataset he hooked himself up to earlier. Your voice in actuality is much more nonchalant than he processes.
“Booth? Ranger? Are you still with me?” You tap his cheek, his eyes darting shakily around the room. Red hearts for irises replace his usual programmed eye setup when he blinks to glance at you. You sigh. “I told you not to touch anything didn’t I?”
“Yer… my soulmate.”
“No,” you deadpan, flicking your wrist to bring up a holo-screen before you. Seems the neuro-processors couldn’t sort the wide range of the artificial emotion dataset and developed a love bug. “Boothill, if you can still understand me beyond the love bug, I’ll be turning on your standby function for a few minutes to finish.”
You’re not sure if he heard you at all, watching as whatever he heard in his bugged brain makes him red in the face and shiver.
Then, he blue-screens and all is quiet after his metal body clangs against the table.
You heave a sigh, a smile still on your lips. “Only your soulmate would put up with a ranger this obtuse.”
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emerald-dream · 10 months ago
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I'm going INSANE!!!
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tadc-harlequin-au · 6 months ago
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lemme just *steals jax so i can kiss him even though i know im gonna die*
Give my husband BACK he's MY MANWHORE
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chiropteracupola · 2 months ago
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So come fill up your glasses of brandy and wine / Whatever it costs I will pay / So be easy and free, when you're drinking with me / I'm a man you don't meet every day...
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ineverywhere · 2 months ago
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old piece of false fanart from last year :D its been midterms so i havent been drawing as much but i love to postttt
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sheebadukiiiii · 9 months ago
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OH OH ALMOST FORGOT. TRADITIONAL TRIGUN SKETCHES
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hehehhehahahgehgshgagehe... i lvoe them... a normal amoutnt/... i hate knives outfit btw more than i hate his brothers i dont know . im making him wear something else soon
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