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⠀⠀⠀ * those who've heard of me know what i'm about . ⸻⸻⸻⸻ those who haven't ... well, for the sake of your own skin, you best keep it that way .

🪦 ♯𝙶𝚁𝙰𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙴𝚁⠀﹕⠀a headcanon based, independent *𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋 written by 𝕽UE ( * 𝟹𝟶 + ˢʰᵉ / ʰᵉʳ ) ocs & crossover heavily encouraged . 𝟸𝟷+ access, NSFW content present . sporadic activity . ⭒✮⭒ ⠀⠀⠀𖥠 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 .⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𖥠 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙾 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚃 .

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𝄡 o1 ﹕ i am very open & friendly, but also very shy & nervous ──── i may not talk much ooc but i am also a yapper at the same time . i am always down to write with you despite all of my intimidating graphics, please don't feel intimidated ! 𝄡 o2 ﹕ ocs, crossovers, sonas, & etc are all accepted & encouraged ! shipping is also accepted ──── as long as the muse is of age & muse is 21 + . i am multi - ship, & Boothill has no gender preference . 𝄡 o3 ﹕ please do let me know RESPECTFULLY in my dms if i am associating with someone who has been problematic in terms of abusive ╱ bigoted behaviors . i do not tolerate any -ist or -phobic behaviors at all & you will be hardblocked if i catch sight of it. 𝄡 o4 ﹕ i work part - time, but my job requires a lot of brainpower as i essentially run my own store & run down my mental ╱ social battery as it is a mix of retail & bookkeeping . i may be slow & take time to reply . i also thrive on longform novella writing, & i don't really banter much because my autistic self can't really make sense of it . i write a lot, but never feel you have to match it to write with me ! i am just a big ol yapper . 𝄡 o5 ﹕ you are always welcome to make threads out of my answered asks! i also love to make threads out of answered asks i have sent ──── if you would prefer me not to, please let me know ! 𝄡 o6 ﹕ i am chronically bad at making coherent rules .. i'm a girlfailure unfortunately . above all else please write with me i want to write with you !!! more than half the time you can just come into my IMs & yap freely with me & i'm already considering you a friend .

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⠀⠀⠀* CONT. from @devoursleuth . 🪦

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀—— 𖦏 ⌯⁍ * several seconds go by . no movement on the screen . was it a mistake text, sent to the wrong person ? then, the bubble pops up, signifying a possible response incoming .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * 💬 : Boothill is Typing . . .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * it hovers there for a few long seconds .. only to disappear . like the person on the opposite end had written something ( * or spoken, in Boothill's case . ) before deciding against it & deleting it all . another stretch of silence & lack of movement .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * 💬 : Boothill is Typing . . .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * gone again . instantly, like he frustratingly abandons this line of thought too . silence once more, then, finally :

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ' yeah, sure thing, boss . as always, ya kick ass . sorry to be pestering ya so late at night . '

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * the other Ranger never really makes it a habit to indulge in his dreams like this any other time, nor is he much of a texter in the first place . his message is oddly vague, almost dropping the subject before it could even begin . with so much hesitation beforehand, it would make one wonder if he even meant to say what he had ended up sending to begin with . Boothill was hard to read in person, much less so over the phone .

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* rule number one : do not call me ' ANAXA ' . ⠀⠀⠀ * rule number two : never interrupt me — silence is golden . remember that .

♯ 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀⠀﹕⠀a headcanon based, independent *𝙰𝙽𝙰𝚇𝙰𝙶𝙾𝚁𝙰𝚂 from 𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙺𝙰𝙸 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁 𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙻 . studied by 𝕽UE ( * 𝟹𝟶 + ˢʰᵉ / ʰᵉʳ ) ocs & crossover heavily encouraged . 𝟸𝟷+ access .

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there's no reasoning with you bunch anymore.

[neffilin]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀—— 𖦏 ⌯⁍ * 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 & 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒⠀／⠀are stolen as 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒⠀／⠀& my mirror shows 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄⠀／⠀another place to 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 .

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻 . from @skont . 🪦

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀—— 𖦏 ⌯⁍ * Boothill was intimidating in almost every aspect, & it certainly was no help when he decides to be cross with you . metal digits tighten their hold on the edges of her desk ; ( * his stance easily encompassing its length, torso slumped forward to accentuate curve of his broad shoulders . )

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * miscommunication streaks through their connection, air thick with his intensity, his unblinking eye focused down on the meek party who struggles to corroborate stray receipts, loose papers, into some semblance of order . but upon hearing just how timid she replies, his edge wears off, settles into something a little less volatile .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ .. y'really need t' start cuttin' the old man off . man spends more money on takeout than anyone i ever met in my life . ❜ he stands up straight, ending his power struggle with a girl who was certainly not being rude .. but feeling much different feelings he wasn't immediately catching up on . his harsher words take on a much different irony when she realizes he isn't aware of exactly where all Ashveil's money actually goes ; into the pockets of families of fallen Rangers, of those in recovery, to him, to Rappa, to Hallen . it only appears that he spends frivolously, because Ashveil keeps his charity a secret .

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isabella vc: can i wear your hat mister?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀—— 𖦏 ⌯⁍ * first, his gaze is cast down to the child that looks shockingly like that banker . for a split second, it's like he feels a stark, white - hot envy branding the back of his mind . to have a child who resembles you so closely, it must feel like such a blessing . a wave of crippling, sorrowful nostalgia nearly crushes his artificial heart for a moment . Winona never looked like Boothill, an adopted girl with auburn - red hair that shone copper in the light, with hazel eyes much brighter than his own earthen hues ( * before he had his eyes plucked from his skull & replaced with weapon assisting . )

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * despite the sins of the father, a child is innocent . & thats why the Ranger crouches to her level in a friendly manner, elbows braced to his knees as he dedicates his time to Isabella fully . plucking storied brim from his own snowy hair, Boothill settles it over her much smaller head, letting out a good - natured laugh as it inevitably falls over half of her face from the difference in sizes between them .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ looks like yer gonna haf'ta grow into it a bit, ain'tcha , chickadee ? bit big fer that lil' noggin . ❜ adjusting the brim so she can see, an overwhelming fondness fills his normally empty, cavernous chest that threatens to spill over like an overflowing cup .

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻 . from @fctcdimpcct . 🪦

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀—— 𖦏 ⌯⁍ * of course, the second he's told * NOT to do something, it stirs that indignant, troublemaking urge within the Ranger . he can't help it, Anaxa is so haughty, so untouchable, he feels like it's his duty to make his life difficult . a little gun - waving isn't new territory for him, & a wide grin shows every one of those sharp, offending teeth as he's scolded like a bad dog .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * bringing his face closer, he chomps his jaws, clacking his teeth together . taunting the scholar, nose bridge wrinkling . he's gonna getcha, Naxa .

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"C'mere Cowboy."

Kaeya slowly pulls the other close to him, sighing as he nestles his head into his neck. Right now, he doesn't want to be alone and unfortunately, that means Boothill's going to be a rather comfortably cold pillow.

"It's rare we meet up, so, I figured I'd crash at your camp."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀—— 𖦏 ⌯⁍ * Kaeya is stronger than he looks, that's apparent by how he's able to scoop arms beneath solid frame & tug his companion right on over like Boothill weighed so much less . the sound earns him a small groan, likely from stirring the outlaw from his dozing nap . but he's all bark & no bite, & despite toothless complaints of being maneuvered with ease, Boothill simply encircles the smaller Ranger's neck in his steel arms, & slings a long, heavy leg over Kaeya's hip .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * now thoroughly trapped, his rumbling turns to a tired sigh ; their entanglement bringing a sense of ease . he was cool to the touch, a relief in the hotter seasons to a delicate system that threatens to overheat at any moment .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ pretty boy gracin' me with his presence, huh ? ain't i feelin' special ... ❜ murmured words into the lazy, thick air, quiet save for the singing insects in the nightscape . ❛ been wonderin' when i'd get t' holdin' you again . ❜

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻 . from @vanagander . 🪦

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀—— 𖦏 ⌯⁍ * sharp eyes turn onto his senior, a man he deeply, unendingly respected . one he would almost viciously stand up for even if Ashveil wasn't present . but he was a wild one —— one the old wolf still had yet to fully guide to a less volatile path . Boothill looks at Ashveil with an intensity that borders on intimidation, but the eldest Ranger likely knows it's no malice aimed to his person . Boothill has damage ; damage no one will ever be able to heal with condolences, no actions big enough to soothe that hatred .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ ain't no fuckin' shame fer what happened t' me . ❜ to any other individual, his tone would make them back away in submission, but this was mere barking to LA MANCHA . maybe it was the liquid burn of intoxication that brings this sudden anger out of his most unruly Ranger .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ i ain't tellin' ya 'cause i get a feeling yer gon' hold me back from doin' what needs t' be done . ❜ it was a bit uncharacteristic, this sudden display of fierce independence, like suddenly the coyote needs to puff up his fur & make himself look bigger, scarier, to the wolf .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ ain't no fuckin' use crying 'bout what's been lost t' nobody no more . it's time fer action . it's time to kill that fucker, an' i'll do it even if ya tell me not to, boss . even if it ends up with me dead. ❜

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀—— 𖦏 ⌯⁍ * walks like it's heavy ( * he doesn't have one )

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「 HOT 」 : for sender and receiver to share a heated kiss howdy pardner 🤠

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀—— 𖦏 ⌯⁍ * ❛ THINGS CERTAINLY ESCALATED . escalated to a place neither of them were truly expecting it to go . in fact, when the much, much larger creature descends upon him, despite their lack of animosity, it does give Boothill pause ; reticle - adorned eye widening as he begins to lean back . HE'S MORE THAN CAPABLE, & he's certain that if it came down to it, he could stand his ground against the other .. but in the moment that he ponders the POTENTIAL OF A GUNFIGHT, Magna has much different intentions .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * massive claws seek to still the Galaxy Ranger from fleeing . NEITHER OF THEM EXACTLY GENTLE BEINGS with the right words to say that ever make sense of how they feel, so it's no surprise that the gesture does make Boothill bristle in confusion . BEING GRABBED AT made him feel like a feral animal, baring its teeth & looking for a way out . clawed thumbs press to the sleek lines of steel, the sloping, elegant shapes of a sculpted false abdomen ; such a petite waist especially in the Dragonkin's enormous grasp . tugging him closer, making the other outlaw stumble just slightly from THE POWER in his opposite's frame .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * cold metallic comes flying down to grasp the wrists at his center, mechanical fingers not even able to fully encircle them . he felt small, though ABSOLUTELY NOT HELPLESS . in their time of bantering & general comraderie, the Ranger was certain they saw eye - to - eye, but those thoughts became less certain the more those very sharp, VERY FAMILIAR teeth fill his vision . but slowly, apprehension melts & gives way to something even more confusing as snout noses with animal curiosity into the tanned flesh of Boothill's cheek, to the sharp line of his jaw . the sound that left a throat constricting briefly with thick swallow was COMPLETELY UNDIGNIFIED, but the Ranger almost couldn't help himself .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * then, that deadly mouth covers his . makes his body arch & stiffen slightly in the firm grasp around his waist, HOLDING HIM THERE like Magna was afraid he'd bolt for it . because in the end, despite the size, the guns, the bravado of being solo, SOMETHING ELSE motivated this . Boothill doesn't pride himself on knowing how to read people, but he ain't stupid, either . this was a creature seeking companionship, in the thing he FOUND MOST FAMILIAR . it's why, despite the initial surprise, Boothill doesn't immediately break away . their lips brought together, both somehow gentle & tentative but also uncoordinated, full of teeth, ACHINGLY HUNGRY at the same time .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * someone breathes —— a hot, heavy sound, & another whines . a sound CUT OFF as their lips meet again, break, then meet even more RAVENOUS than before . Boothill doesn't even remember when their tongues began to meet, or when Magna tests his sharp teeth to tender bottom lip to encourage his mouth to open . HE NEARLY CHOKES on the size of the eager tongue, having to reach up with a firm hand to snatch the other's face in a correcting grasp . A SILENT BUT CLEAR SIGN of who was in charge here . it's to the point that Magna has Boothill leaning back, turning that cascade of white hair into a silken waterfall from his back, but Boothill DOESN'T BACK AWAY . he could at any time end this, & yet HE REMAINS .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * with a firm hand, he pulls Magna back & away by white mane purely to catch a breath, head leaning back as shining connections stretch between his glistening lips & tongue to the Dragonkin's own OVERZEALOUS MOUTH . Boothill pants, reaching up to glide his steel digits along his bottom lip bullied by teeth 'til it was as swollen as ripe fruit flesh . singular eye lidded, & he's realized with the more intense light now shining on his face, his hat has long since discarded to the ground in their frenzy . normally somwthing he'd FIGHT SOMEONE OVER, but fighting was NOT what was running through his mind right now .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ gotta gimme a second t' breathe, boy . yer gonna suffocate me with all'a that tongue . ❜ his voice heavy, growling, breath mingling as they come close again, like Magna couldn't STAND TO BE EVEN AN INCH APART .

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⠀⠀⠀ * 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋 ﹕ 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙶𝙸𝙰𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙾𝙸𝚂

* malinois have long been acknowledged as a peerless livestock herder in their native land . they were first bred by serious dog people who were primarily concerned with producing dogs of sterling working character & who spurned passing fads & fancies of pet owners . this emphasis on performance made the mal the go - to dog for sheepherders & cattlemen . the smart, confident, & versatile malinois is a world - class worker who forges an unbreakable bond with his human partner . to deny a mal activity & the pleasure of your company is to deprive him of his very reasons for being . * malinois are squarely built, proud, & alert herders standing 22 to 26 inches . strong & well - muscled, but more elegant than bulky, there's an honest, no - frills look about them, as befit dogs built to work hard for their feed . if you have ever seen a mal perform an obedience routine, you know firsthand what a smart & eager breed this is . problems set in, though, when this people - oriented dog is underemployed & neglected . exercise, & plenty of it, preferably side by side with their adored partner, is key to mal happiness .

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⸻⸻ ✶ ⵌ 𝑺𝑳𝑬𝑾𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑫 . an ind. semi - selective 𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑽𝑬𝑰𝑳 from 𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑲𝑨𝑰 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹 𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑳 . hired by ⠀𝕽𝐔𝐄 ( ³⁰ ⁺ she ╱ her )⠀21 + access .

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[38.] trying to be quiet and failing, so they clamp a hand over your mouth. / h. hey…

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀—— 𖦏 ⌯⁍ * he knew the moment that he had made that sound that he was in danger . the second a small crack appeared in his facade, that the other would exploit it to the highest degree . of course after their ROUGH & TUMBLE only a little while ago, Scaramouche would be looking to bring Boothill down a peg or two, to remember his place . & of course, as soon as they Fatui found out JUST HOW SENSITIVE that exposed charge port was at the outlaw's lower back, exploit it he certainly would .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * slender hand teases with almost TOO TENDER of touch at first . circling the silver corona with a touch he knows to be playfully malicious, toeing the line of full - blown sadism, the smaller has Boothill NEARLY SHAKING ALREADY . reaching back to snatch the offending wrist, a shaky exhale leaves the Ranger as EXASPERATION & BEGRUDGING PLEASURE combine . he refuses to make any more sounds . he won't .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * that determination leaves the scene quite fast . he forgets this one little detail, this one quality that gives Scara the upper hand in almost any POWER STRUGGLE they might encounter . prickles of electro add to the sensation, dragging UNDIGNIFIED SOUNDS from a strangled throat . teeth grit, his eyes shut, & he briefly remembers that they are in an area in which others CAN & WILL hear him if he gets too loud ⸻⸻ shaky exhale expelled through pointed nose, reticle - adorned eye glares with something too akin to HATEFUL EMBARRASSMENT at being brought so low . but his defiance only spurs his companion on further .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * hand is fast to swipe up, clamping hard over an open mouth as opposite hand takes initiative . plunging two fingers within the innermost socket meant to provide Boothill with charge, Scaramouche delivers a pointed, powerful jolt of electro directly to ULTRA- SENSTIVE PRONGS WITHIN . it has Boothill writhing, nearly crying out as the current travels to every circuit, every limb, each wire, & he was simply OVERWHELMED with the ecstasy of it all . large metal hands don't even know where to go first : to grab the other's shoulders, to yank at his wrists, or simply just trembling & clenching in the air from sheer overstimulation .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * some sort of protest builds & dies on his lips as his head is tossed forward once more, sound muffled to palm as strong, long legs nearly collapse right there . but he wasn't powerless . he'll bring a hand up behind Scara, sinking cold digits deep into inky locks, & WRAP THEM TIGHT 'round an unyeilding fist . you bite me, i bite you back .