#why is boothill so squishy

[authormorganlawson]

watching me play genshin is just watching me run through the desert being mad that i have trouble seeing sand pupas and also just me yelling, "whERE'S ALHAITHAM AND KAVEH???" or just me exploring somewhere i absolutely should not be yet

watching me play hsr is just watching me kick my feet and giggle as ratio, aventurine, and moze get stuck in an endless follow-up loop, before i start screaming at boothill to stop dying every ten seconds

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"my sincere apologies if this is a rude question, but might i ask? you are ... constructed of metal, are you not?" sculpted like the titankin, or something other? castorice tilts her head aside and immediately seems to decide that it was, in fact, rude to ask. "you need not answer if you prefer." / for boothill!

Unprompted Asks ★ @starspurn ★ Accepting

Sincere apologies? He bit back the bitter urge to scoff. Such formality and kindness were beyond what he deemed himself worthy of by now. Blood that ceaselessly stained his hands, gun smoke immortalized in his hair, both proved that notion true. Too marred by his misdeeds, fragile body transformed into a instrument of cold iron and brutality. Metal like the very revolver he held so dear. A weapon it was, so why not turn his entire self into one. It was better that way. Or so he forced himself to believe from the moment he entered that room all those years ago. He had to.

Squishy, soft, all too human. Not enough. An act of desperation leading to a life-changing trade; his humanity for the path of no return. Vengeance. Handing himself over to the path of The Hunt without so much as a second or even first thought. After all, what else did he have now? Other than to spend the rest of his days relentlessly hunting down and watching the vitality drain from those he held so, so, so much hatred for.

Laughter tinged by faint distortion left him, teeth spread in a grin. "Well, ain't you as sweet as a flower in spring!" Rude? Nah, he'd hard way worse remarks slung his way than simply asking about his body. He understood why, though. It certainly wasn't every day someone laid eyes on a being made of metal, dressed from a bygone time. "But, aye. All nice, cold iron from the head down. Cyborg, if ya wanna get all technical."