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While I’m working on commissions have this old drawing a found of Dr Ratio and Aventurine as dragons from a while back, because their colour schemes are just fun to work with

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Aventurine is the type of bitch to kill you because you "get in the way of his work" and then kiss your dead corpse

You're a liability, a danger, the way you make his heart squeeze and the way you dull his sharp edges. A gemstone loses value when it loses its polish, it's shine, he can't afford being worth any less. There's nothing he owns but everything to lose if he slips up.

His heart isn't needed anyway, the knife cuts easily into yours once he comes to terms with that. You remind him too much that he's human, that there's something to care about, that there's someone who cares about him. A liability, a danger, a problem, that's all you've ever been.

Your corpse is still warm, though. His heart is still bleeding out. And your body feels so right when cradled in his arms, it makes him wonder if there's a world where he gets to hold you while your blood is still pumping. A universe where you reciprocate when his lips press to yours.

Dead men tell no tales, and dead bodies don't love. And Aventurine has more sense than to squeeze out affection from a life he ended himself.

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HSR LEAKS//// New Preservation Battle pass light cone

I AM ABOUT TO CRY, OH KAKAVASHA MY SWEET BOY, MY SWEETEST JOY

So he did live his mother for a time...and then his mother was k/lled by Katicans. (The line about hide and seek and lying among dead bodies)

Woke up to leaks, I was then stabbed 26 times

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It feels like his heart got wrenched out of his chest. It's lying before him, bleeding out and still faintly pulsing. His throat hurts.

"...Honey...?" Your body is limp in his arms, the warmth of life slowly leaving you. Aventurine cradles your hand, holding you like he could keep your soul from leaving, "No- no no no no-" his breath comes in gasps- the pulse beneath his fingers, pressed to your wrist, weakens.

"C- come back!" Aventurine grips your shoulders, a sob dragged from his throat as tears fall on your cheeks, a face once so warm and lifelike, "You can't leave me- you said you wouldn't! You liar! Come back!"

But shouting at a dead body doesn't do anything. Limp, like a puppet with its strings cut, you don't wake, not at command and not at his accusations. He cradles your face, rubbing his tears off of your cheeks as more and more fall down, "Come back..." His forehead comes to rest against yours, staring into your dead eyes with lightless ones of his own.

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if tumblr dies you can find me in an unnamed river town deep in the russian steppe. you should visit to meet the immortal man serving as the town patriarch

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Like two weeks late to Aventurine's birthday but whatever. The fic I started writing for it has a different opening than the one I planned, but I liked the idea I had before so I'm gonna write it out here-

This house is not his own. Dilapidated, small, wooden, the walls themselves look sick and rotting, the furniture looks like it'd splinter apart in moments. Aventurine feels an inexplicable pull to open that door, and the face that looks back from the other side is his own- "Does it feel familiar?"

It does, the sand under his feet, the visage of rolling hills and the Avgin tents before him. Home, Sigonia, sand, sister.

She's taller than him, the flowers seem to bloom from her hands, "Flowers for the birthday boy,"

"Kakavasha."

Aventurine sits up in a cold sweat, pushing off the blankets and pressing his palm to his forehead, soothing the ache. His heart races, proper breath evades him, the sheets that gather under his tensed palms barely feel real. His feet find the carpeted floor, hands flicking on the light- surely there's some work to get done at this hour.

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Welcome to this sad, sad world, Kakavasha

Bonus doodles and a version without text !

She's wearing the white dress in the actual image I just. Didn't draw it. Shhhh don't worry. Anyways

She keeps her eyes closed bc Aventurine doesn't want to think about his beautiful sister with his cursed eyes, Aventurine hates every piece of himself and loves everything about his sister, so thinking that they have the same eyes distresses him.

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Sunday x reader where reader has Sunday over for tea but they have OCD + anxiety so all the narration is their racing thoughts + getting mad at intrusive thoughts and everything seems like a mess, but Sunday seems incredibly composed

But when it swaps over to Sunday's perspective hid thoughts are similarly racing

+ reader drops cup and has a breakdown over it because they think they're being a terrible awful horrible host and Sunday helps reader clean it up (bc Sunday would feel bad if he didn't help, and also he knows reader would feel worse if the guest were to pick up after the host, so working together is the best option !)

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"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."

Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.

Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH

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To Take Care of You

Word count: 1,280

Summary: People fade from his life as fast as crops when out of season, when confronted with the fragile mortality of those he knows now, Aventurine panics. (Or, you pass out in front of him and get nursed back to health. Badly, but helped all the same.)

Tags: Mostly fluff, but it's got a sad air to it, Aventurine carries the misery with him always, the tragedy is his appeal, reader is like an irate cat who doesn't want to be held, Aventurine is trying to be silly about how much he wants to hold reader, you're not sly bitch we know you're down bad

Notes: my beta reader said it was a fun and light read, but still goes into the emotional details that I love about him. So. Have fun

Would you consider yourself a sickly person? Not by any means, no… Sure, there's an ache when you first awake, and oftentimes your joints disagree with exertion- disagree loudly. With pain. But overall, you don't suffer from anything but being lazy, truly. The tired fog is because you yearn for bed (not from a breakfast skipped days in a row. And a lunch skipped… some days you pass on dinner, too. Definitely not), sympathy should seldom be given to those who refuse to better themselves.

Aventurine chatters as you pick at your meal, paid for by the chirping peacock across. He invited you out for a bite to eat, saying he got a bonus at work and wants to spoil his dearest friend.

…You feel just a little faint, but it's brushed off easy with a bite, “...Really? Pearl voted to keep you?” You comment; something about a trial by the other Stonehearts that Aventurine had to go through after his work trip.

“Yeah- I was shocked too!” He nods, shifting up his collar. The conversation continues, Aventurine's work stories make interesting topics- though, sometimes he must be lying, an Emanator of Nihility? THEY don't gaze at anyone…

Your legs feel strangely weak as you stand, a sudden daze blurring up your vision as the table and chair become convenient supports for your stumbling body- Aventurine guides you back to the chair, hand resting on your shoulder, “Hey- hey, friend, don't stand if you can't. How about this-” the concern fades to an salesman-like voice, though his worry remains an undertone, “I could carry you back to my car! Bridal style, nice and romantic!” He teases.

You shake your head- and quickly regret the decision. Strange, dizziness like this shouldn't last too long, and you even ate something today! But, you should be in good health, therefore, you push his hand away and force yourself to stand, “I can walk-”

A statement which is quickly proven false as you eat dirt. Or… concrete. Wood? It's hard to tell what you're now laying against, but it's certainly something more solid than how you feel. Or, how you would feel, if your consciousness didn't slip as fast as your feet.

Aventurine stares down at your limp (dead?) body, frozen with a stupid smile before he crouches down, “...Friend?” He asks, mumbling a quiet apology as he presses two fingers to your pulse, the tension leaving his shoulders as he feels a consistent and steady flow of blood just under. He sighs, standing up and tapping his foot, “Oh… what to do with you, dearest troublemaker…?”

Opting to pick you up, as he suggested earlier, Aventurine leans down and scoops you into his arms, carrying you out to his car.

He stands over your bed. Sits down. Stands. Paces. Stands. He can't hold still, worry makes him sick, but he's worried over you being sick. You're hot to the touch; Aventurine replaces the towel he's set over your forehead (ignoring the fact that he did so only 3 minutes ago, his hands need to do something), wiping off his hands before he checks his phone, rereading Ratio's advice.

His eyes scan over the words from the doctor, lowering his phone to look between the text and your limp, ill body. Aventurine grits his teeth- you've been ill, but you haven't been eating. You passed out from the lack of food, a simple cold like yours won't make a person faint, but both are mixing together to make your condition much worse.

“...Skipping meals,” the hypocrite mutters to himself, “What were you thinking…” He shakes his head, standing up to go cook something.

You wake up to the smell of… soup. Soup, an utter mountain of blankets, and the walls of your room. It's a struggle to sit up, and the second you do Aventurine practically pushes you down, “No no no- stay down, it's not good for you,” he chides, “You know what is ideal for you? Liquids, salt, and actually eating a proper meal.”

You stare at him for a minute, “...How am I supposed to eat while lying down?”

…Aventurine blinks. He reaches over to tug down the blankets with a huff, “Touché. But after you finish, lie right back down- and don't forget to drink water, and stay under all of those blankets. I'm going to leave and buy some medicine for your cold.”

You swallow a spoonful of soup, chewing on a softened potato, “...I'm not dying,” you deadpan.

“You don't know that-” He toys with his gloves, tugging them down over his hands, “A common cold is much more deadly than anyone assumes. Finish that, your body needs it.”

You resent, not quite in a fighting mood. Picking through the soup, it seems to be some pre-packaged beef broth with a mix of potatoes, carrots, chicken. No noodles, though. Granted, the only kind of noodle in the house is spaghetti. You take another spoonful as Aventurine closes the door behind him.

You could've sworn you saw his hand shake for a moment.

Aventurine drops a bag near comically filled with medicines. He hands you most of the strange remedies, even child’s cough syrup and regular cough syrup- which you try to push off, before hacking up some of your own phlegm.

Sorting through his medicine, you end up taking a painkiller, the aforementioned cough syrup, and he manages to talk you into an antihistamine. Aventurine smiles, leaning back and cleaning his hands like he just finished with hard labor, “So, feeling better?”

“I just took them.” You lean over to grab your water bottle, taking another sip. Aventurine practically deflates, crossing his arms, before leaning forward to fuss with the way the blankets sit over your lap.

He brushes a gloved hand down your hair, smoothing it down, “You can't fault me for wanting my dearest friend to recover fast, can you? You wound my poor, aching heart.” He closes his eyes, clutching his own chest as though his heart were truly damaged by words alone.

“I don't need you to take care of me,” Your hands tense over the metal, head turning to the side, away from his hand, “I'll recover on my own. I don't need someone to dote on me.”

Aventurine slides his hand down to the opposite shoulder, pushing you back down to the bed. He leans down, pressing his face against your neck, down to your collar, “But isn't it nice? I bought out a whole pharmacy for you- well, not quite… But still, I'm treating you like royalty!”

Your hands push against his shoulders, “I don't want pampering, I don't want a pile of medicine I'll never use, I don't want to be treated like a hapless maiden in a tower!”

To your surprise, your pushing gets Aventurine to lift up. His expression is something you've never seen- on him that is- upset and conflicted. He blinks, stutters, stares, deciding to lean down once again, this time pressing his face to your stomach. Your strength fails you as you can barely push him off, his hands squeeze you before suddenly moving to a hug instead.

“...Just let me take care of you,” Aventurine pleads. It's weak, his voice is pathetic and small, you can feel his left hand shake as he grasps you like you'll fade into dust otherwise, “Please.”

He reaches up, interlocking fingers and- you don't have the heart to decline him further. You lightly squeeze his hand, “...Fine.”

You've recovered in due time, though… You stare at the very entertaining message from the doctor, containing an image of a poor, sickly Aventurine and text informing you that he had passed out.

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UMMM. Apparently AO3 got scraped for some gen AI bs so btw. If you use gen AI in any form (writing, music, voice covers, images) I hate you forever and you're not welcome here

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Aventurine wants you to think his love language is gift giving, considering he's constantly giving you gifts and doing things for you. He's a bold spender, 15,000 on a ring, 100,000 for a new, custom designed coat, and whatever other jaw-dropping amounts of credits he can spend on you, he will. It seems to anyone else that Aventurine really loves giving gifts, he showers you in presents more than anyone else- and he's a pretty big spender for anyone.

But, really, his love language is physical touch and quality time. Just having you near, being in your company, it's enough to make his heart skip a beat. Actually being able to touch you, have a hand against your shoulder- or waist- pulling you close enough that you're practically squished against him, whatever annoyingly couple-y stuff he can do, he will do so.

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I mean you COULD. But I feel like bluntness would scare him off. Aventurine likes to hide, and if he cannot hide then he will run. Like coaxing a cat from its hiding space, it won't leave until it feels safe enough too, trying to drag it out will only make it choose to run and hide more. To have anything remotely healthy with Aventurine you NEED to make him feel safe, or he'll run away at the first sign of trouble

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me whenever I see posts about how canon is shit and can be discarded

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(if this doesn't reblog from the right person I will explode.)

YOU GET ITTTT !! It's the reality that scares him, the vulnerability,, the fact that if someone likes him it means there's something to lose. He clutches his chips with a shaking hand for every bet, but people are more fragile than credits and assets, more fickle. He can't afford to have a genuine connection, so when he's faced with the fact that it is genuine, you do care, he does have something to lose, it's akin to a nightmare to him

Aventurine being weird about physical touch with reader......... He constantly has to have his hands on you, some part of you pressed against him, he loves to kiss anywhere that isn't your lips. Everyone thinks you two are dating but no, he's just Like That. Aventurine tries very hard to make it constantly look like an act, but it's really because being around you makes him elated. You exist and it makes him almost giddy, half the time his kisses are an impulse he just can't control.

But also the moment you try to touch him, he flinches back, pulls away. He keeps a smile on his face, but it's easy to spot when his hand is behind his back.

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hello you don't know me so sorry for the wall of text 😭 but i was scrolling and saw this and i thought you had just posted "aventurine" and that was it. that was the post. and honestly? that would've been so real. but it was your drabble about aventurine taking care of a sick reader and omg it was so sweet i really loved how you characterized him in it because it's just so... him to me. (also nice kokomi theme!!)

Don't ever apologize for sending an ask !! I never get anything in my inbox so it's nice to see this ! Also I love a good wall of text ♡

Also. It would be SO funny if I just posted "Aventurine" and that would be it....... But I'm glad you liked the drabble (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) I like writing for Aventurine,, he's such a little freak I want to crack his skull open and inspect his brain

(also........ The drabble has a further elaboration in a fic I'm kinda proud of... Just saying...)