𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑺𝑲𝑬𝑻 is an indie blog featuring 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗟 from 𝙃𝑶𝙉𝑲𝘼𝑰 𝑺𝙏𝑨𝙍 𝙍𝑨𝙄𝑳 as portrayed by 𝗕𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗬. DUE TO THE CHARACTER BEING IN A PRE-RELEASE PHASE, Consider this blog CANON DIVERGENT, as I am SURE Mihoyo may invalidate my entire portrayal in the next update(/lh). MUTUALS ONLY, HIGHLY SELECTIVE, MUN IS 21+ so MINORS DNI. NSFW themes may also be present due to Boothill's characterization as a rough-and-tumble cowboy. PERSONALS WILL BE BLOCKED. Blog is Crossover & OC friendly! PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS PINNED POST
AN EXPLORATION IN HUNTING TO THE POINT OF OBSESSION. You are 𝔸ℍ𝔸𝔹, fighting against the tide to chase your 𝑊𝘏𝐼𝘛𝐸 𝑊𝘏𝐴𝘓𝐸. The pursuit has cost you nothing, and yet it feels like it's taken everything from you. It has caused you to become rabid. Walking down the path of the hunt has shown you all parts of yourself. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴, and even 𝑻𝙝𝒆 𝑼𝙜𝒍𝙮 𝙥𝒂𝙧𝒕𝙨.
Rules under the cut!!
!!𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄!!
*subject to heavy changes
𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡// TBA.
𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡// TBA.
TO THE ACHERON WRITERS: Via the subtext provided throughout the game (which I cover more of in my about) I portray Boothill as very much Ahab-coded when it comes to his side of the implied-relationship/rivalry he has with Acheron. Mostly in the sense that he views her as a Proverbial White Whale/Moby Dick. The reason for this stems mostly from the fact that I like to think that they've met numerous times before what we'll see in 2.2. Some of this is implied based on the way he speaks about Acheron to Black Swan, seemingly indicating that he knows more things about her then others do. Any kind of rivalry I headcanon will of course most likely be changed/disproven/invalidated by a future update. Regardless, I encourage you to give the headcanon a read before plotting. I can always disregard this facet of their relationship for something more simple, just be sure to let me know during plotting!! ^^
5/7/2024 addendum: Following 2.2 and the plot drops revealed regarding their relationship, this above rule and a lot of my headcanons and characterization are a bit null-and-void regarding Acheron and Boothill. I'm going to keep this rule up until I finish my revamp of his backstory, but I want it to be known that I'm a sucker for the Cowboy vs Samurai rivalry trope and am interested in plotting that kind of dynamic even if it's canon divergent.
SPOILERS WILL BE PRESENT ON THIS BLOG!! I will try to tag them, but as of this current moment I am midway through 2.1 and plan on being caught up very soon. This is your only warning.
FOLLOWING + UNFOLLOWING: First things first. As mentioned in the pin— I am 22 as of (4/25/2024) as such, this blog will hardblock any muns who are under the age of 18+ I am genuinely not interested in interacting with Minors. No disrespect to young writers, I just like to curate my space to the best of my ability. In terms of people I follow: If I follow you, it means I do have plans on interacting. I do try to reach out first and put some feelers out. I tend to soft-block if I think we won't be interacting at all, and this is usually after several attempts at interaction are made without any reciprocation. I always welcome refollows, especially if we just didn't get around to plotting because life got busy, but if it ends up becoming a pattern— I'll probably end up blocking respectfully. WHEN UNFOLLOWING ME, please softblock. As I very well may refollow by accident.
I’m mutuals only. Non-mutuals are free to send in anonymous asks and like my posts, but please do not reblog my threads and promos or like my starter calls, unless we’re mutuals. PERSONALS & MINORS WILL BE HARD BLOCKED (shot) ON SIGHT. I am NOT A MEME SOURCE!! DO NOT REBLOG MEMES FROM ME UNLESS WE’RE MUTUALS + AND YOU’VE SENT ME ONE!
IC =/= OOC. Boothill is a mean son of a bitch. He is also a killer. He has no qualms with shooting his enemies dead on the spot if they get on his bad side. He's also not the most respectful when it comes to people in general. He's not going to be a vile ferocious bastard during every interaction, but he can be prone to violent outbursts depending on the situation. Use common sense. If I have Boothill call your muse a bitch, it's not personal.
DESPITE MY DNI: I don’t want to be involved in any drama. I will share callouts for people in the RPC when it comes to actual problematic occurrences or people within the RPC who need to be called out. Otherwise, private things like miscommunication, disagreements, etc. Need to be handled by the people in question and I will block anyone who vagues or gossips. I also trust that anyone who has an issue with me or needs to hash something out will reach out. I am neurodivergent and have issues reading subtlety (as such I try to use TONE INDICATORS where applicable). If I have made a mistake, please explain it to me so that I can correct it.
I’m a HEAVY NOVELLA writer and like to put a lot of detail into my responses and starters. You ARE NOT REQUIRED TO MATCH LENGTH WITH ME, but I encourage you to give me enough to work with.
Please don’t hesitate to reach out to me in Tumblr IM’s with questions, ideas, plots, or conversational topics- I do not bite and all I want to do at the end of the day is have fun and write with some cool people. I’m here for those 2012 Tumblr rpc vibes. I want people to write with me and I will put the work in to maintain the friendship, respect, and engagement required for a roleplay partnership to be fun for both of us- all I ask is you do the same, and reach out if you feel you have any questions or concerns! ^^
I, as an adult writer, do enjoy writing smut. However, I probably won’t be writing any on Dash. I occasionally indulge in the NSFW meme or two for sinday, but those are tagged as TW // NSFW and stuff. I try to keep that stuff off of Dash. If I see a dynamic that has the potential for spice, I’ll talk it out with a partner and see how they want to approach it. I generally just prefer to do my smut threads off of Dash.
All assets were made by yours truly!! However, the PSD was made by @vonerde//@metrictita!! Otherwise known as Vee!! Mah BESTEST FRIEND IN DA WHOLE WIDE WORLD!!
Blood debt will also be used as a psd here and there.
DO NOT INTERACT: If you interact with the following muns. You can feel free to either soft block or hard block me. I don’t care which.
I am steadily working on a blog that will feature the following Honkai Muses- but work is kicking my ass and making a carrd is hard-- but of the following muses- I will feature.
Hey guys, so. My PC totally shit itself this week, but it's in for repairs and stuff. So I'm good. But, that means I've gotta post a low activity notice until it's fully fixed. Huge apologies to anyone I owe replies too.
I am slowly and steadily working on getting back into an active cycle. New job and tight schedule makes activity hard, and juggling this with discord is a bit hard. My musing for Boothill has wained a bit, tho, until I pulled him ofc :p so!! Expect a slow creep in activity.
Hey guys, so. My PC totally shit itself this week, but it's in for repairs and stuff. So I'm good. But, that means I've gotta post a low activity notice until it's fully fixed. Huge apologies to anyone I owe replies too.
Hey guys, so. My PC totally shit itself this week, but it's in for repairs and stuff. So I'm good. But, that means I've gotta post a low activity notice until it's fully fixed. Huge apologies to anyone I owe replies too.
The Cowboy raises an eyebrow at that. It doesn't take him long before his teeth flash into somewhat of a grin. He chuckles quietly when he hears her say that. His finger is spinning around the rim of a whiskey glass. Boothill watches her through target retinas. Part of him wonders if she's a little DRUNK. That comes out of nowhere. At least, he thinks it does, anyways. He truthfully doesn't know Robin's full story. Though he's surpsired to see such determination painted across her eatures. He chuckles, resting his chin under a mechanical palm.
"AIN'T ya already doin' that?" The Cowboy asks, a bit pointedly. His gaze narrows at her. This is Penacony's favorite Songbird— The Dreamscape's Diamond Robin. Her voice does somethin' or other involvin' the Harmony. Either way, she's a universally known Pop Star, ain't she? Maybe this is one of those situations where she feels like she ain't got the influence she really wants. Heck, he can understand that. Knocking his glass of whiskey back after adjusting his posture into a more upright position, Boothill looks down at her. The whiskey goes down smooth, it always does on Penacony. He cracks his neck afterward, letting out a refreshed exhale afterward.
"Is that you talkin'?" He asks, "Or yer brother?" He asks before speaking further, "Way I see it, yer already doin' that with yer singin' and dancin'... heck... I've even heard of ya." The Ranger acknowledges before getting his second whiskey glass from the bar, proceeding to lean against the bar table before placing his finger against the rim and dragging metal across glass quietly.
"What'cha tryna really change, Songbird? The world? Or yerself?"
With a playful smile, Black Swan ghosts over the gunslinger’s tall shoulder. She floats with half her body coming out of the wall. “You look bored, Mr. Boothill.” She teases by his ear. “I can fix that~”
THE COWBOY lets out a YELP at the sudden surprise contact. He's never prepared for the MEMOKEEPER's odd pop ups. The Cowboy exhales through his nostrils, pulling his hat down below his eyes to hide the surefire blush that spreads across his cheeks. When someone can pop out from behind you at any time without much of a warnin', it's sure to give anyone a mighty jump. He had his back against a wall! She's cheatin'! How's that fair?
Letting out a somewhat-defeated sigh (he doesn't like being snuck up on) the cowboy keeps his hands on his belt and continues to remain leaned against the wall. This gives her the ample opportunity to rest her hands over his shoulders, but he'll look "pissed" about it. If the cowboy has anything, it's a proper RBF. He gives the Memokeeper his snarkiest tone when he speaks.
"Sneakin' up on me ain't the best solution to that." He quips, pushing his hat up with his finger, "Tryna give me a system failure, Swannie?"
communication is a valid key in ship dynamics as humans have yet to develop the ability to read minds ! honesty & talking go a far , far way ! sometimes you may feel a ship that i haven’t thought too much about , and that’s fair ! tell me , and we’ll see what happens ! other times you may no longer feel a ship , and that’s always okay ! tell me , and we’ll work it out !
She's speaking with her chest out. This rarely happens. A scenario in which she's cornered him for once. They have a friendly little "game" of chase, one that's been going on for awhile. During said chase, a lot's happened. Such is the nature of a relationship as strange and as unique as theirs. The Cowboy, who's leaning against a wall having just lit up a cigarette, pushes himself off of it with his foot. Walking out toward her, his spurs clink quietly. It doesn't take very long before he's standing before her. Boothill never backs down from Acheron. If anything, he'll always bare his fangs at her in an attempt to ruffle her feathers.
That's exactly what's happening here.
"Yeah?" The Gunslinger begins once he's close enough for her to hear him when he speaks in a low growl-like tone. He takes a long drag off of his cigarette, his retina like lenses flickering with a sharp crimson as he stares into her predator-like pupils. They have a history, the Ronin & the Gunslinger. Her telling him she remembers something doesn't exactly narrow it down, but remembering everything? Well... that's certainly different. He grins when he pulls the cigarette away from his lips, the two stand in an alley cut off from prying eyes. They have a lot of private moments, but this one seems far more different then all the others.
Cigarette smoke flutters from his lips, blown toward her direction. Her pallet is unique, from what he remembers, ayways. Perhaps he wants to see if she'll react to cigarette smoke in her face, or perhaps he's being an rude baskethead. It don't really matter, because he chuckles after and leans close to her. His hat is tipped up, allow him to come face to face with her... semi-invading her personal space as he flashes those sharp fangs towards her.
Shucks. Where'd she come from? He feels a sudden breath running along the back of his ear. His eye twitches softly, teeth bite at the inside of his cheek. The way she's able to so easily sneak up on him— Gosh dang is it frustratin'. He doesn't even realize how it's possible that she's able to elicit such reactions out of his synthetic frame, but she does. He can feel her fingertips running up along his abdomen while she crept up towards the back of his ear. The trails left by her fingertips cause his metallic frame to heat up. Almost as if she's eliciting some blush from him.
Then he hears the voice in the back of his ear. He has to move to pull his hat down below the front of his face. It hides his steadily reddening synthetic flesh, but gives the memokeeper unrestricted access to his ear, which she seems to take full advantage of. She doesn't even whisper anything of major significance. Just sweet remarks. Filthy as fudge remarks, but sweet nontheless. It's enough to get this cowboy purrin' in more then just a few ways. It seems during their frequent exposure toward one another, that The Memokeeper has learned just what it is that makes the gunslinger buckle. A nasty little thing, she is. He'll find a way to get back at her.
When she finally lets him get a moment of peace away from her hypnotic-yet-soothing voice, The Cowboy removes the hat away from his face and places it over her still lingering hands. His head turns to meet her mysterious gaze, his tongue traces lightly over his fangs, which he shows to her by biting the edge of his lip softly and smirking softly afterward.
"Why Swannie~" The Cowboy coos softly, "That was awfully romantic of ya~" Romantic, he says. That elicits a tiny little chuckle from him. It's anything but that. His cybernetic fingers move to gently take her chin, not breaking away from her hold at all. "You gettin all soft on me, Darlin?" He teases softly before his thumb traces at her bottom lip before he exhales through the nostrils, slowly smirking again.
𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀 👀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒
(a collection of spicy prompts with various contexts. They were left vague to match varying levels of spice and situations.)
→ add + reverse to reverse the roles!
[OFFICE]: sender and receiver are making out in receiver's office
[CAR]: sender and receiver are making out in receiver's car
[BITE]: while kissing, sender bites receiver's lips
[PULL]: sender pulls on receiver's hair to expose their neck
[PINNED]: sender pins receiver against a wall
[LAP]: sender pulls receiver onto their lap
[ELEVATOR]: sender and receiver are making out in an elevator
[FLIRT]: sender flirts with receiver to make them blush
[CHOKE]: sender grabs receiver by the throat
[KNIFE]: sender uses a knife to rip receiver's clothes
[GROWL]: sender growls in receiver's ears
[QUIET]: sender orders receiver to be more quiet
[COLLAR]: sender grabs receiver by the collar to pull them closer
[WRESTLE]: sender wrestles receiver, pinning them on the floor
[WHISPER]: sender whispers sweet nothings into receiver's ears
[KNOCK]: sender walks into a room without knocking only to find receiver in their underwear
[HALLWAY]: after inviting receiver into their flat, sender and receiver start making out in the hallway
[INJURY]: sender gently tends to receiver's wounds, which leads to them kissing
[MUFFLE]: sender puts their hand over receiver's mouth to keep them quiet
[PUBLIC]: sender and receiver are making out in a secluded but public place
[TABLE]: sender touches receiver's thigh under the table at a restaurant or a dinner party
