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𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ mirr ʚɞ
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mirrology · 6 days ago
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TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!
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mirrology · 20 days ago
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blahaj :)
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mirrology · 22 days ago
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anyone else hear that ominous bell tolling???? 🤣🤣🤣 no?? just me?????? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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Temporarily Disappearing...
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mirrology · 26 days ago
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Some Art for @wolfbeestudio :)
inspired by @blackggggum’s style(and of course their au❤️)
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mirrology · 1 month ago
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blk ,, white ,, grey dividers ,,, !! ^_^
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hmm,,, check out my own pixel rentry && about me !!!
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mirrology · 2 months ago
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got something for ya
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mirrology · 3 months ago
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MUSE ❛ ❁. ━━ ( n.) a person or personified force who is the source of inspiration for a creative artist.
❛ ⟡. trailblazer, dan heng, march 7th & gender neutral reader. ━━ wc: 1.1k
❛ ⟡ ━━ strictly platonic. teen reader, the reader is an artist who prefers to sketch in a sketchbook or doodle on post-it notes. Typical Astral Express shenanigans. Reader comes from a poor planet, found family astral express!! March and reader have a lot in common when it comes to capturing memories. Reader likes giving the express drawings.
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To you, painting, sketching, doodling, and the like is a way to capture a moment. Just like taking a photograph, yet it takes more time, and it requires more skill. You know that it's faster with a camera. You've seen March snapping photos of the other express members in an instant.
But you take pride in your work. You won't let a camera blow out the flame of inspiration that is burning within you. That flame was the only thing you had left when you were on the streets, dressed in rags that could barely be considered clothes. As you gazed at the shining stars in the night sky from the window of the astral express, those memories resurfaced from the depth of your mind and dripped ink on the pages of your sketchbook The ink, over time, eventually became a silhouette of a child, buildings, and a city.
The piece of art was never shown to your astral express family. It was tucked away in a drawer in your room, never to see seen by eyes other than yours.
But…
There are pieces that you shoe your family, and all of them are gifts to preserve the memories of them and you. For one day, we will all be gone.
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❛ ��� ━━ Trailblazer
You knew their obsession with trash and trash cans, and their birthday was coming up, so you devised a plan. As an artist, art isn't just painting or drawing. It is also sculpting. The plan was… to make them a sculpture! Of what? Of them sparring with the lordly trash can, of course! So you got to work, it was many hours of grueling work, and your hands were starting to cramp up from digging them into the clay of the sculpture.
You sighed and leaned back into your seat. You stared at the finished sculpture that was sat on the table in front of you. It wasn't big, oh no, you weren't that talented, and it would be suspicious if any of the Astral Express members were to see the big statue of the trailblazer in your room.
This model can fit in your cupped hands. The details of their outfit were difficult to add, but you managed, and just in time for the big day! You turned to the cabinet that was on the side of your bed, ah! It was time! You quickly got up from your desk, grabbed the gift box that sat on your bed, and stuffed the sculpture inside. You tied the ribbon on top into a bow. You were ready! Let's hope they like it!
(And they definitely did. They thanked you almost a thousand times and declared you as their favorite)
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❛ ☆ ━━ Dan Heng
You put the cap on your pen as you finished the little doodle of Dan Heng that was on a post-it note. It depicted a chibi version of Dan Heng, sitting in the archives, while reading a book. You quietly chuckled to yourself. You got up from your desk in your room and walked down the hall to the door of the archives. You switched from walking to tiptoeing once you got close, not wanting to alarm the vidyadhara that was inside the room. Just as you were about to stick the note on the door, it slid open, revealing the man in your doodle and also leaving your hand in the air, covering Dan Heng's face from your perspective.
You quickly put your hand down and beamed at the man in front of you. He only stared back with his typical poker face, although his eyes held a certain sparkle that was only reserved for you. “Dan Heng! hold your hand out.” You briefly greet him, then gesturing for him to hold his hand out for you. Dan Heng brought his hand up, and you placed the doodle of him in the middle of his palm. “That's for you! Ihopeyoulikeit,okaybyeeeeee” you blurted out and sprinted down the hallway, the embarrassment of being caught in the middle of putting a sitcky note on his door, finally caught up to you.
A dumbfounded Dan Heng stared at your running form as he awkwardly stood in the doorway. He stared down at the little art piece in the palm of his hand. Dan Heng’s lips twitched up into an amused smile. He walked back inside the archives and placed the doodle in the pile of different drawings and paintings that you had given him. Another thing to treasure.
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❛ ☆ ━━ March 7th
“Ready?” March asked, her hands behind her back while a big grin was plastered on her face. “Ready.” You confirmed with a nod. Your hands were also behind your back. This was yours and March's monthly gift exchange, her's usually being photos of the express members and you. Yours being sketches of her or the both of you together, but today was different. For once, you decided to paint for her, it has been a while since you've had the motivation to paint but if it was for March you would paint a thousand paintings if it meant to preserve the memories of her and of course… to see her smile.
Little did you know Ms. March also had an extra special gift for you. March started counting down “Okay, 1… 2… 3!” At the count of three, the both of you held out your gifts. Your eyes lit up at the sight of the album that was held in the pink haired girl's hand and hers at the painting in yours. “Here.” You spoke gently and held out the covered canvas to her. She set down the album on the table beside her. March slowly took the canvas from you. She felt nervous, it wasn't every day that you painted. This must be really special.
The pink haired girl pulled down the cloth that was covering the painting. A small gasp left her mouth as she stared at the painting. It depicted you and her, with big smiles on your faces, hugging, while sitting in a field of pink carnations. A flower crown sat on your head, matching hers. March's lower lip wobbled as tears welled up in her eyes. They weren't of sadness, no. They were of joy.
March sniffled and brought you into a tight hug, startling you who was gazing at the album filled to the brim with moments of the Astral Expresses trailblazing adventures. “Thank you!” March's voice wobbled as she held you tightly. The warmth the she radiated, despite her having ice powers, was comforting and… oddly familiar.
You smiled warmly and wrapped your arms around her, hugging her back just as tightly.
“You're welcome”
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mirrology · 4 months ago
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Just saw that you write for genshin too!! Yay!!
I wanted to request a child reader who doesn't like talking to people but shy way- but bc she feels like there is no point in it also is a genius but doesn't go to the akademia bc of financial reasons so alhaitham adopts her? Also, kaveh and alhaitham act like parents towards her? Like kaveh scolding her for not making friends at the akademia and scolding alhaitham bc he is not a good example? Basically, kaveh being the worried mom and alhaitham being the cool dad
Sorry if this request was too long and specific 😅 I had this brainrot for a long time and wanted to share it with you
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ノ Demure .ᐟ ʚɞ
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୨୧ reserved, modest, and shy.
alhaitham, kaveh & gender neutral reader. platonic. | wc: 1.1k
tags/warnings: child reader, typical kavetham bickering, reader is considered a genius, reader has no parents, a little bit of angst regarding reader's backstory
notes: WOW THIS IS SO SO LATE!! I'M SO SORRYY, I've been having a really hard time with my mental health.
she/her pronouns were used in the ask, but the reader is gender neutral so everyone can enjoy. sorry if that's not what you wanted!
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— For as long as you can remember, you were alone. In a house that brought back nostalgia, but those memories were buried deep into your mind, and no matter how hard you tried to dig them up, they stayed hidden.
— You took up small jobs around sumeru to get by, to at least look presentable in public. Even though it was considered child labor, you didn't care. Although when it came to speaking to people, it was difficult. People could be stubborn and rude, you didn't grow up knowing social cues or ways to respond. So, the only option you had was not speaking.
— When you didn't respond to the person that was talking to you, they either assumed you were mute or that you were rude and just didn't want to speak to them.
— Once, you were out in the desert in search of materials for your employer. You had crouched down as you spotted something shining underneath the grains of sand. It was a gem, and it looked quite expensive. The next thing you knew… you were surrounded by people in outfits that you hadn't seen before. Each and every one of them had a sort of red blind fold on. They demanded that you hand it over.
— You couldn't get a response out as your body froze up in fear. Just as one of them was going to swing their weapon down, it was intercepted by a sword.
— It was a man in green, before anyone could react the man knocked out the people who were previously surrounding you. Your eyes sparkled in awe, watching as the man swiftly landed on his feet. His head turned to you, causing you to flinch at his cold eyes, but they slightly softened in something you couldn't quite put your finger on.
↳ Your mouth hung open as you stared at the man in green. He beat up the scary looking people, he… he was so cool! Your eyes sparkled and were basically radiating light. His head turned to you, his eyes were narrowed, and that made you jump and quickly close your open mouth. The man started approaching you — you, not exactly trusting him, looked around for an opening to run away. The man knelt down to your height, yet still at a comfortable distance, his eyes trailed over your face, taking in your features and searching for any injuries. A small bead of sweat ran down the side of your face, discomfort written on your face. “Do you have anywhere to go?” The green man asked. You reluctantly shook your head. Your former house — that was barely staying together - didn't really count. He offered you his hand. “Would you like to come with me?”
You stared at the hand that he held out, should you agree? I mean it's not like you have anywhere else to go, and you weren't exactly made for hard labor jobs… you put your hand on his and nodded, he stood up with your hand is his. “My name is Alhaitham.” He said while looking down at you expectantly. “I'm (Name)...” You muttered but you could tell from his nod that he heard it.
— When you went with Alhaitham, you expected to be taken to an orphanage or taken to the authorities, yet that wasn't the case. He had taken you to his house and given you clean clothes, a warm bed to sleep in and… a roommate?
— After you had taken a bath and changed, Alhaitham had sat you on the couch and explained that he wasn't the only one who lived in the house. You really hadn't expected it since he seems like the type of person to like his alone time, but you understood.
— Once Kaveh came home after a long day of dealing with indecisive clients, he was met with you, and Alhaitham engaged in a game of chess and… The former was actually losing. To Kaveh It felt like a fever dream, so his only response was to stand in the doorway. But once he realized that there was someone other than him and Alhaitham in the house, and that someone was a CHILD.
— oh boy, Kaveh is immediately asking 1000 questions per minute. How did you get here? Where are their parents? Do you even know if they have any other relatives? and so on and so forth.
— Once Kaveh and dwindled down from his flurry of questions, Alhaitham explained your situation.
↳ Kaveh put a hand on his chin as he took in the information provided by his roommate. He hummed “So… they're staying with us?” He asked Alhaitham with a raised eyebrow. “Yes, that's right.” The scribe nodded and crossed his arms, Kaveh sighed “Alright…” He trailed off and met eyes with your wide ones. “I'm Kaveh, nice to meet you, (Name)” He gave you a small smile. Your mouth turned into an ‘o’ shape ‘he's pretty’ you thought.
— As the days went by and the three of you got adjusted to living together, Alhaitham noticed something peculiar about you. You were much more perceptive than other children, often pointing out details that even some adults couldn't have seen, and you learn surprisingly quickly for a child your age.
— You also took a strange interest in the akademia. Whenever you, with either of your guardians, would pass by the akademia, your eyes would be immediately glued to the entrance doors. Alhaitham, seeing your subtle hints of interest, decided to talk with Kaveh to see if they should enroll you in the akedemia.
— and surprisingly, it didn't take much convincing to get Kaveh to agree. The both of them had acknowledged your perceptive nature, quick 5 interest in the akademia. They decided to give you a chance, since it seems that you never had a proper education. They sat you down to tell you, and once they did… you lit up, a rare but well received squeal escaped your mouth as you rapidly thanked them as you ran up to hug them. Your wholesome reaction forced a smile out of Alhaitham and a hearty laughter out of Kaveh.
— You loved your time in the akademia, learning about different plants, animals, and complicated equations that you came close to solving. The only slight problem was… that you didn't make an effort to talk to other kids your age. It was just that you went the best at talking to people, and you got really anxious when you did. It didn't help that you froze up when someone approached you.
— Alhaitham in return, assured you that you didn't need to interact with people. You just needed to focus on your studies and yourself, but Kaveh had the opposite opinion. He believed it was essential to have friends or just people to talk to. It would build up social skills and help with public speaking. At Kaveh's rambling, Alhaitham muttered a quiet "Don't listen to him”, yet Kaveh heard his remark and started to scold him for encouraging the anti-social behavior. Although you kept Kaveh’s advice in mind, you weren't planning on public speaking or speaking to people anytime soon.
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mirrology · 5 months ago
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(sorry if requests r closed, u dont have to answer if u dont want to)
Dr ratio + Child reader who has a unique habit of being clumsy and being chaotic >:D they sometimes show love (PLATONICALLY.) to ratio by giving them owl theme gifts or math themed gifts for ratio 😇
have a great day
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ノ Effervescent .ᐟ ʚɞ
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୨୧ Lively, full of energy, bubbly.
veritas ratio & gender neutral reader. platonic | wc: 1k
tags/warnings: child reader, headcanon format, reader gets hurt a lot, reader's love language is gift giving, how did these get these gifts? who knows. reader is veritas' adopted child, reader is clingy. aventurine mention, veritas calls reader owlet (name for baby owl), veritas is an amazing papa, who ever thinks otherwise is WRONG /lh
notes: rentry. | I really liked this request, I hope dr. ratio is not ooc (゜ロ゜) !
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— You're kind of a thorn in Dr. Ratio's side but in a loving way. He gets a headache every time you come home from playing outside and you have a new injury on your person. Whether it be a scrape on your knee from falling down or small cuts on the tips of your fingers because of some thorns, he always patches you up. and gives you a light scolding afterward, of course.
— To make up for your shenanigans, you started bringing him gifts. Sometimes, it's hand-made flower crowns made of common wild flowers, and sometimes it's owl or math themed trinkets. Once, as an apology, you got Veritas an owl mug with the words “Thanks for owl you do” He found it endearing, but he still doesn't know where you got it from.
↳ Veritas stared at the beige mug in his hands, a cute cartoon version of an owl stared back at him. You stood in front of him with your arms behind your back, awaiting his response. “So what do you think, Papa?” You eagerly asked him as you rocked back and forth of your heels, Veritas reached over and patted your head. “It’s a useful gift, and the design is…” He trailed off, gazing at the pun plastered on the ceramic. He cleared his throat, “...cute, I suppose.” A small blush of embarrassment graced his face, your face lit up, happy that he likes his gift.
“But, I do have a question”
“Hm?”
“Where exactly did you get this, I don't recall giving you money to buy this.”
“Hehe…”
— You also bring him random fruits and types of nuts that you found growing in bushes. Veritas can easily tell which is poisonous, so it has become a little routine where you bring fruit, and he identifies if they're safe to eat. You both make a good snack out of it.
— Whenever you do get sick, this man drops EVERYTHING. Oh, he has class scheduled? Not anymore. It's canceled. He got a call that he's needed by the intelligentsia guild? Too bad, find someone else, he has a sick child to take care of. He finds a remedy for whatever you have immediately, and if you refuse to take your medicine because it's too bitter, he finds a way to make it enjoyable. Anything to make sure you're in better health.
— You have met the flashy guy with pretty eyes. He's your papa's co-worker. At first, you found him a little weird, but because he's around Veritas most of the time, you eventually warmed up. Mr. Aventurine started giving you gifts whenever he saw you, and because you love giving gifts as well, you give him one in exchange. Even though it might not be as high quality as his gifts, he seems to appreciate it.
— Whenever you and Veritas go out, you can't stay still at all. Always running off whenever you catch a glimpse of something that interests you and losing you in crowded areas. So he opted to get one of those cute stuffed animal backpacks with a leash on it. You didn't care about the leash part as you were too focused on the cute stuffed animal.
— You're very attached to your papa, so naturally, you have to be by his side at all times. You go to school and you know that he's a teacher but not at your school, his classes are too advanced for your child mind. One time, you had snuck out of school and showed up at the university where Dr. Ratio taught at.
— You are a mastermind at mischief. You had snuck in and wandered around the university in search of your papa. He was albeit easily to find, his voice was very recognizable to you. Especially when he teaches loudly. You had sat outside his door, waiting for the class he was teaching to end. You didn't want to interrupt. You are chaotic, but you're not about to interfere with the students' class.
— Once the students started to file out as the bell rang, you snuck by and stopped in front of Veritas’ desk. His back was turned to you. It seemed he was reviewing one of the student's assignments. Your hand reached over and tugged on his pants leg. He looked surprised at the familiar feeling, as you had done this before when you had wanted to get his attention.
— Of course, once he saw you with your usual smile. In the university where he taught and NOT at school, he freaked out. Well, in his so-called “collective” way, he's genuinely worried for you, because… how did you even get here?? You got a scolding from him, but once you pouted and told him that you missed your papa, he couldn't stay angry at you. 🫶
↳ You pouted as you sat on your papa's spiny chair, him rambling on about how you could have gotten hurt or kidnapped. You know he's right but the good thing is that all that DIDN'T happen. “Now, what was the reason of… this?” He put a hand on his hip and his eyes narrowed. You pressed your lips together, shying away from his intense stare on you. “Mmm…” a bead of sweat ran down the side of your face as his glare almost burned through your face. Until you finally spilled, “Okaayyy…” you whined “I missed you, that's why I came here” your gaze flickered to the floor. Veritas stilled, he knew you were attached to him but hearing you say that you missed him, made his heart soften. He let out a sigh of defeat, his eyes softening “Hm, I did aswell.” He gave you 3 quick pats on the head and retracted his hand.
Your face lit up, you were practically shaking in excitement. You practically tackled him in a hug, your legs wrapped around him in a koala hug. Veritas quickly wrapped his arms around you to hold you up, ensuring that you wouldn't fall. “I love you, papa!” You grinned
He let out a light chuckle, “I love you too, owlet”
“Your still grounded though”
“Awe man :(“
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mirrology · 5 months ago
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Do u write for genshin impact???
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I've actually been wanting to write for genshin for a while now. I was debating on it, but now I have my answer and it's: yes, I do :D
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mirrology · 5 months ago
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hihi ! thinking about himeko and kafka being divorced parents to a teen reader that travels with himeko in the astral express!! then kafka visits the reader but himeko gets a lil overprotective of them :3
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pay your child support, hsr thoughts.
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You were a stellaron hunter. You were found by Kafka on a rogue planet. You played the part of a “distraction” aka leading people away from the other stellaron hunters. You had always followed Kafka around. She essentially acted like a parental figure.
Even though you were useful, Elio thought it was better if you had a normal life. You were still a teen, after all. After many days of debating, it was up to Kafka to lead you to your new home. It was easy to trick you. Your trust for Kafka was stronger than anyone's else’s.
So she dropped you off at the astral express, right in front of everyone. She even gave a little explanation, how nice!
But you felt betrayed. How could she just leave you here with people you didn't know?
You were weary of everyone, even though they looked like they had good intentions. The express was different from the stellaron hunters. They felt more lively, and they had freedom, something that you noticed that the stellaron hunters didn't.
Himeko was quick to welcome you, although a bit reluctantly, but she quickly learned that you meant no harm. She was comforting and motherly when she needed to be, especially when you got into shenanigans with March and the trailblazer (and dragging Dan Heng into it, too)
Himeko once got you to try her coffee and let's say that you couldn't taste anything for at least a week.
You were getting used to the life in the astral express, going on trailblazing expeditions to many different planets with the people you now considered friends and family.
But you did miss Kafka and the others, you wondered what they were up to. Just as you were lost in your thoughts, guess who showed up? Yup, it was Kafka.
Your eyes lit up once you spotted her and ran over to greet her. She claimed to be there because she missed you, you kind of didn't believe her but you still were glad that you got to see her again.
Himeko walked into the parlor car as she was searching for you for your nightly skincare routines. She spotted Kafka and demanded to know what she was doing in the express.
Kafka: Just visiting my favorite child, of course!
Himeko: You mean the one who you left with us?
Kafka: (in a teasing tone) Hm, it was for a good cause, Miss Himeko~
Himeko: (now frustrated) If you're still going to act like their guardian, then at least don't abandon them.
You: … (thinking) they act like a divorced couple…
The two women came to an agreement that Kafka would visit on the weekends, and Himeko would take care of you for the rest of the week.
You find it really funny that every time that the two interacted, they acted like two moms to you, which you didn't mind.
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notes: sorry that this took so long to answer.
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mirrology · 5 months ago
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Can I ask a boothill with an adopted child/teen reader that's hps (hyper sensitive) and also has parental trauma
(You don't have to do this if you feel uncomfortable 🐧)
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ノstar .ᐟ ʚɞ
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୨୧ No matter that love's gone, We just see it shining. We've traveled very far, I'll keep a leftover light burning. So you can keep looking up, Isn't that worth holding on? — star, mitski.
boothill & gender neutral reader. platonic | wc: 1.6k
tags/warnings: decided to go with hc's for this one since I didn't know how to write it in fic format T_T. teen reader, reader is a galaxy ranger and really well versed in technology. they can fight pretty well, reader also hates the ipc. boothill is a bad influence. mentioned child abuse, child neglect, reader has a "mom" and acts a little like blade when near her, erm character death (not reader or boothill)
notes: aaaa sorry that this is so late! Hopefully, this is what you meant by "hypersensitive." If not, then just let me know, and I'll change it, ALSO HAPPY PRIDE MONTH
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— The two of you met when you were beating up some IPC goons on a planet that they had recently wanted to take over. You had been there gathering materials to set sail to your next destination, you were on the hunt for a certain IPC employee. One who you once knew.
— You couldn't just stand back and watch those IPC scum send that planet into spiraling chaos. So, of course, you beat them up without breaking a sweat. That's where Boothill had found you, he was impressed that someone so young had such skill in combat.
↳ You huffed as the remaining IPC personnel ran away with their tails between their legs. A slow sound of applause came from behind you, causing you to turn around, a deadpan evident on your face. You were met with a man with dual colored hair and what seemed to be a metal body, “I'm not gonna lie, you've got skills, kid.” He had said, a smirk on his face.
— Once the both of you got to talking, he found out you were also a galaxy ranger and that you also absolutely hated the IPC, you both really had many things in common. You had asked him for help in getting to your destination and he agreed pretty easily, claiming that he had “some time to spare”
— Although you had spent little time together, you felt comfortable around him, he never pushed your boundaries or forced you to do things you didn't want to. Boothill’s vocabulary surprised you, instead of cursing normally his words were censored. You would have offered to try to fix his synesthesia beacon, but just the thought of touching someone made your skin crawl. The ghostly touches of people who you once considered family etched onto your skin.
— Once it came to part ways, you didn't want to do so. You shyly admitted to Boothill that the thought of not seeing him scared you a tad bit. He looked surprised but then gave you a bright smile and told you that you could join him on his adventures, and so a strong bond between the both of you was born.
— When Boothill infiltrated the IPC headquarters you're the one who hacked into their system. With your experience, it was relatively easy, although Boothill would not let you go inside with him. He couldn't risk putting you in danger, even though he knows you can put up a fight.
— When the both of you escaped the headquarters after causing absolute chaos, Boothill brought his hand up to your head as he tried to ruffle your hair. He was surprised and slightly hurt when you tensed up and quickly moved out of the way.
— Boothill thought he had made you scared of him somehow, even though you had no reason to be afraid. You noticed his downcast expression and you quickly told him that he did nothing wrong, it was just…
↳ Your heart pounded in your chest, your hands were sweating. You reached up and gripped a strand of your hair in your hand as a sheepish expression painted your face. “I'm not the best with physical touch,” You blurted out, albeit bluntly. “Whenever someone touches me — even if it's just a brush of their fingers, it feels like needles are being stuck into my skin” You huffed, clenching your fist and your eyes downcast. Boothill's expression softened, his once frown lifting into an understanding smile. “Thanks for telling me, bud.” He nodded, his fingers twitching at his side, as if wanting to reach out to you. Yet he respected your space and refrained from doing so.
— Now that Boothill knew about your hypersensitivity he made no attempts to touch you, preferring to give you gifts instead. Whenever you do something that makes him proud as a father would a child; he takes you out to get your favorite food as a treat. Of course verbal encouragement is also a thing he does, giving you a “I'm proud of ya’ kid!” and a pointy grin.
— It's canon Boothill is pretty wealthy from all of those bounties that he hunts and he doesn't exactly know what to do with it. So he definitely spoils you at every chance he gets. Want a nice Keychain you saw in a shop? He's handing it to you right now. How about a nice piece of clothing or a cultural food from the planet that you're visiting? He's got the clothing in a bag and is urging you to try the food.
— Even though you both have your moments of happiness, the both of you still have purposes you stick to. You had gotten a lead on where that person was and you were going to do everything to catch up to them and make them get what they deserved.
↳ “You.” You hissed walking towards the woman in an IPC uniform, kicking another unconscious employee away. You gripped your weapon tightly in your hand, the woman widened her eyes in terror at your sudden appearance, she fell on her bottom, scooting away from you as you approached her. As she backed away she didn't go far, her back hitting a wall not too long after. Your unhurried footsteps resonated through her ears, making her breath pick up as she clutched the dirt underneath her in an attempt to ground herself.
You stopped in front of her, eyes full of unbridled anger. “(N-name)?!” She squeaked, putting a hand out infront of her to reach out to you. “What are.. how are you-” She was cut off as the back of your weapon slapped her intruding hand away. “You don't get to say my name.” You glared at her, your tone icy cold and unforgiving. She tried to speak once more but was once again cut off, “You left me to die! If it wasn't for my quick thinking, I would have been dead by now!” You said in a firm tone and pointed your weapon straight at her, leaving her no room to move or else you would attack.
The woman tensed up and a bead of sweat ran down the side of her cheek, “Honey… I had no choice! You would only weigh me down, you have to understand!” She had the gall to call you “honey” this woman no longer had the honor of doing so. The words stung, even though you no longer felt any affection for her… they brought back memories that you would rather forget. You clenched your teeth and watched as she rambled on and on about how “it was for your own good” and that “you should try to understand her situation” before she would get another word out, you sound your weapon, officially slicing her throat.
The blood splattered onto your stoic face, you watch as she choked on her own blood, eyes wide and filled with panic as if her life was flashing before her eyes… you hope it hurts.
A set of footsteps came from behind you, judging by the jingling of metal and their heavy footsteps you could tell who it was. You reluctantly turned around to meet Boothill's concerned gaze, “Er.. ya’ okay kiddo?” He scratched the side of his face as he pointed out the tears that prickled at the corner of your eyes. You stared at the ground and slowly nodded “I don't entirely hate her, but she didn't deserve to know that… even in her last moment” You muttered as more salty tears filled your vision.
— You and Boothill headed back to your ship, all while you were still occasionally shedding tears. Boothill, seeing the state you were in, offered you a warm, fluffy blanket and a warm drink; hot chocolate.
↳ You sniffled and held the blanket that was over your shoulders to your chest. You were sat on a cushion on the floor of yours and Boothill’s ship, knees tucked towards your chest in an attempt to stop yourself from crying. “Heya kiddo, I got ya’ some hot chocolate…” Boohill plopped down next to you on a matching cushion and held out the mug that was in his robotic hand. His hand was placed below the mug so when you reached to get it, you both wouldn't accidentally brush fingers.
The both of you sat in a pregnant silence and you occasionally sipping on the warm drink provided to you. Boothill stared at you from the corner of his eye, your gaze was focused on the window, giving you the view of the vast space. “She was my mother, you know” You suddenly broke the silence with your blunt words, Boothill’s eyes widened a significant amount, yet you continued.
“Even though she claimed to love me, her actions hurt and her words even more.” You put your mug down beside you and snuggled further into the blanket. The cyborg's face softened into something different, almost sad, distraught. His teeth clenched in anger at the thought of you being hurt by that woman, something ugly bloomed in his mechanical chest.
“But now she's gone,” Boothill started, making you turn your head to look at him with a surprised expression. “She can't hurt you anymore nor anyone, not when I'm around” He grinned, his shark-like teeth out on display. Something in your chest felt warm, it was different but not unpleasant. You offered Boothill a small smile then took a deep breath and raised your pinky up, “Pinky promise?” your voice a bit shaky, but your eyes were filled with determination.
Boothill slowly brought his pinky up, gently intertwining it with yours. They were barely touching but it was progress, “Promise.” The cyborg nodded firmly.
Tears pricked at you eyes, not in sadness nor anger, but relief.
“Thank you.”
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mirrology · 6 months ago
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thinking about... being the child of dan feng and yingxing.
dan feng is fùqīn, yingxing is bàba.
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you were made from components of dan feng and yingxing, hatching from an egg like a vidyadhara. bearing the scion features of dan feng, and the eyes of yingxing.
since the day you were born from your egg, you were sheltered, away from the eyes of the preceptors. long forbid that they found out about you, since dan feng used... unconventional means to make you.
there were times when you had the gift of going outside and experiencing that xianzhou luofu, and of course, accompanied by your bàba and fùqīn. you sat happily at your favorite restaurant, gobbling down your plate of food all while getting said food all over the sides of your cheeks.
dan feng would wipe the food away with a napkin and gently tell you to slow down while eating. yingxing would chuckle, patting your head at your enthusiasm.
at times of sleep, your fùqīn would brush your hair out before bed to make sure you didn't wake up with hair too tangled to brush. bàba would tell you the most amazing bedtime stories, while fùqīn would sit beside him and listen as well.
but not all things in life are happy, dan feng committed a sin and cursed yingxing with immortality. in the process you were discovered by the preceptors and deemed a cursed child, a sin.
you were secentenced to the shackling prison alongside your fùqīn. as the years passed you didn't grow, but your mind matured, too many years passes too many to count of your hands and too many to remember.
then you were freed. freed by the general of the luofu. jing yuan, you knew this man, he was close friends with dan feng and yingxing. He gave you a place to live and a purpose... you no longer felt lost.
there were news of two wanted criminals that infiltrated the luofu, a woman and a man. you had taken a look at their wanted posters, why... did that man look familiar?
and who was this "dan heng"?
why did they look like your fùqīn and bàba?
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hello, aventurine with a teen!reader who has a similar past like his?
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ノ Oblivion .ᐟ ʚɞ
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୨୧ Oblivion: (adjective) a state of unawareness of what’s going on around you. "It's hard to understand, 'Cause when you're running by yourself, It's hard to find someone to hold your hand." — grimes
aventurine & gender neutral reader. platonic | wc: 1.3k
tags/warnings: teen reader, reader works for the IPC and under aventurine, they wear gloves, said glove(s) and go missing unexpectedly, readers hair is long enough to cover their neck, reader is a lil fucked up, they really care what aventurine thinks of them. hurt/comfort.
notes: I really love this idea, the second I saw it. IMMEDIATE BRAIN ROT. IM SO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG, i was busy with finals and I got sick with allergies T_T. Also trying new layout once more. Other than that, thank you for requesting and hope you enjoy ^^
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Your breath picked up as you looked all over your room for your gloves that were nowhere to be seen. They were given to you by your caretaker, they were special, the first gift from him. You had promised that you would take care of them, yet here you were. The missing feeling of the soft cloth around your forearms made you anxious, incomplete, Beads of sweat trickled down your face as you stood in the middle of your room and still donned your night clothes, all while processing your current situation.
The palms of your hands grew increasingly clammy and it was uncomfortable to even stand, no, you couldn't go out like this. You wouldn't go out like this, you slid down to your knees, not short after you landed on your legs with a light thump that resonated within the emptiness of your room. You brought a shaky hand up to the back side of your neck, right where a serial number was forever embedded into your skin.
 A constant reminder of the past you oh so wanted to let go of. The racing beat of your heart was prominent in your ears, your chest felt tight and it was getting hard to breathe. 
Yes, you could wear long sleeves but they would not cover the rest of your hands. They are ugly, almost mutilated by the years of torture that you had to endure. Everytime you moved your hand, the scars on your wrists seemingly burned, ached. They stretched across your skin, they stood out from the rest of you, they didn't belong. Salty tears trickled at the corners of your eyes in utter frustration.
 How could you show your face to Aventurine now? What would he think of you once he found out that you lost his most precious gift?
The deprecating thoughts raced through your mind. Your hands moved to your shoulders, hugging yourself tightly in an attempt to bring some comfort to yourself. You squeezed your eyes shut, your eyebrows furrowed. As you were lost in your mind, a series of knocks on your bedroom door brought you back to reality.
 Four fast taps, a small pause then two more followed. It was a special sequence that you came up with your caretaker. Whenever he wanted to enter your room or talk to you, he just had to knock in that order.
Your head shot up in a quick motion and your eyes widened as you registered the sound resonating from your door. You knew it was Aventurine, but he wasn't supposed to be here yet, not until later. You stayed still, staring at your door silently, hoping that he would leave as you didn't want him to see you in this state. 
“(Name)?” Aventurine's voice resonated from behind the door. “Are you there?” He asked as a slight shuffling sounded out. You jumped, thinking that he was going to open the door right then and there. You quickly stumbled up to your feet and reached up to your head, smoothing out your bed head in an attempt to make yourself more presentable.
“I-im on my way! Please wait!” You called out to the man behind the door as you almost tripped on your own feet towards him. You stopped in front of the door, your hand hovering over the knob. You’re hesitating, recalling how your hands felt bare and vulnerable to the world. Clenching your fist, you took a deep breath in and out.
You slowly swung the door open, a nervous smile plastered on your face. As soon as Aventurine saw you in the doorway his face lit up, he was donned in his usual attire with his iconic fedora and rose colored sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose. “There you are! I was sure that you were still sleeping” he teased, a playful smirk on his face. You sweatdropped at his eccentric behavior this particular morning, “My apologies, Sir Aventurine” You bowed your head towards him, eyes closed. His demeanor dampened at your action, he put a hand on his hip and raised an eyebrow. 
“You don't have to use sir when referring to me, ya know?” Aventurine's tone was soft and encouraging, your eyes shot open in embarrassment at the correction but they stayed glued to the floor in front of you. Your face flushed hot and you nodded your head, not trusting your voice enough to stay normal. Aventurine opened his mouth to speak once more but stopped when he noticed tear streaks on your cheeks, his eyes narrowed as he noticed more details that were off about you. 
Your eyes were slightly red as well as puffy, clear signs of crying, as if the tears on your cheeks didn’t give that away. The long sleeve of your sleep wear was balled in your fist, essentially dragging the cloth down to cover your hand, one that was littered in scars. The other hand was clutched against the bottom side of your pajamas as your hand shook. 
Aventurine brought a gloved hand up to your cheek, hovering right over it. You tensed up, your head slowly tilted up to meet his eyes. They were hard to read behind his glasses yet you could make out concern in his dual colored eyes. When you didn't flinch away from his hand, Aventurine pressed his thumb underneath your eye, right where a tear was slipping down.
 He flicked the tear away but didn’t retract his hand, it rested your cheek, the glove that covered his hand was surprisingly warm.
“Are you alright?” He asked, his voice quiet and gentle as if you would run away just like a startled bunny. You stayed still, tensed up from the unfamiliar touch.
 Your eyes flickered to the side, wanting to shy away from Aventurine’s gaze that was focused on your face, a little too intensely.
You bit the inside of your cheek, the one that he wasn't holding. “I lost.. my gloves, I'm sorry” You sighed, your eyebrows furrowed in distress, awaiting his response and expecting a bad one at that. He blinked, seemingly in a dazed manner as his mind was processing your words one by one. A bemused smile crossed his face, “That's what you're so worried about?” Aventurine tittered, the back of his other hand coming up to his mouth to cover up his laugh.
You let out a confused “eh?” as you managed to look him in the eyes. They were filled with amusement and understandment. This wasn't the reaction that you were expecting.
He chuckled, he moved that hand that was once holding your cheek to rest on top of your head. “It's okay to lose things'' Aventurine's hand started stroking your hair “Material things like that can be replaced, and they were getting old anyway.” He shrugged, a laid back smile now on his face.
Tears sprung up once more, his words were understanding, you don't know what you had been so afraid of.
“but…” You muttered, one of your hands coming up to wipe away the incoming waterworks. “But those were special, right?” Aventurine tilted his head, his thoughts aligned with yours as if he was reading your mind. You gave a small “mhm” and nodded your head.
“Hmm, how about this..” He removed his gloved hand from the top of your head and moved it to cupping his chin. “I'll have your new ones custom made, a replica of your old ones. To preserve the memory.” Aventurine gave you a closed eye smile, hand resting on his hip.
Your eyes widened a small fraction, “You would do that for me?” You meekly replied and clutched your fists, your eyes glossy. Aventurine raised his eyebrows in surprise “Why wouldn't I? You mean a lot to me” He reassured you, that same warm smile still present on his face. Your bottom lip quivered and in one quick motion you tackled him into a tight hug.
Aventurine tensed for just a second, then melted into your embrace, wrapping his arms around you to hug you back. 
“Thank you…” Your voice muffled from where you buried your face in his shirt. 
“Anytime” He patted your back as the both of you relished in each other's embrace.
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mirrology · 6 months ago
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Concept: Argenti with a Knight of Beauty!Child reader
Warnings: relationship between the characters and reader are STRICTLY platonic
Notes: if any information seems off, apologizes because im using google and some info i got from twitter, so a bit of spoilers
Being the youngest known Knight of Beauty, some might get concern about why a literal CHILD is looking Idrila all alone. One of those concern people is apparently Argenti himself. He offered you to travel together finding the Aeon of Beauty. You being a literal a child and Argenti...well, a pretty man in shining armor (who let him be this pretty 😔) of course you accepted his offer.
You grew up being told the great tales of Idrila, and of course their acquaintance being Argenti himself. Of course you'd want to meet him one day, the friend of your parents and your inspiration in finding Idrila. His goals added fuel to your admiration so...you may or may not had snuck out one night to find Idrila and hopefully to run into Argenti. Fortunately, you did!
Now you two are on his ship, traveling together to find the Aeon of Beauty. You once joined him to go to the Astral Express to meet the Nameless and well...lets say it went partially well?? With him barely escaping his tragic fate. Another thing he did that scared you for a bit was when he somehow went to somewhere nowhere to save an IPC member. He got the silent treatment for 5 minutes before he told you that the two of you are going to a beautiful planet for a break from all this chaos.
This planet surprisingly has many varieties of flowers and a lot of flower fields, the sky is dreamlike, and theres a few butterfly-looking creatures (rather not touch it...just in case-). You went off into the flower field looking at the pretty flowers while Argenti sat down near a tree, resting his back against the bark as he cleaned his weapon. The flowers gave you an idea to make a flower crown for him. Now the difficult part is finding which flowers could be weaved to make one.
After a few minutes of hunting for said flowers, you found a flower similar to a spray rose. No thorns and its easy to weave. You quickly tried to measure an imaginary head that might be around Argenti's size and started the flower crown. 20 minutes of trial and error you finally got it, just in time as well as you can hear Argenti calling for you. "Lets go back now, it looks like its going to be night time soon on this planet." Argenti said as you make your way over to him, the flower crown hidden behind your back.
It seems like he noticed you hiding something and decided to ask about it. "Hm? What is that you're hiding?~" You only smiled at him before showing the flower crown you made for him. "A flower crown consisting of beautiful flowers for the beautiful Knight of Beauty!" You said as you signalled him to kneel down so you could put the flower crown on him. He got the hint as he knelt down, one hand over his chestplate as he felt the flower crown on his head.
"Thank you, this is a wonderfully weaved flower crown. I will treasure this gift for as long as I live." Argenti said with his charming smile. He stood up and took your small hands in his large ones, walking back together towards his ship to continue your journey to find the Aeon of Beauty.
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mirrology · 6 months ago
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︵︵ SPACE SONG . ˛ ☆
⤷ CHARACTER: boothill, teen/child reader
Beware ! spoilers for boothills Backstory, i wrote this in like 15 mins😭
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"...Papa?"
Papa...he remembers the first time his dsughter called him that. He was the happiest man alive, and never stopped talking about it for months.
He couldnt possibly have known that those would be the last words of his dear daughter. He didnt even found her body. Not even ashes or any remains. Just...flames...flames everywhere
Flames...he cant stop thinking about that day. What if he just took his daughter along with him? Or his dads- or siblings- its his fault. He shouldnt have left them all alone...he should have-
"...father!"
You, shaking him wil tears in your eyes pulls him out of his thoughts. He was so busy being regretful over his past that he forgot to take care of his child's injury.
"..im sorry sweetheart"
is he a bad father? For thinking about his daughter while his kid is healty right in front of him? He kisses your knee, the one you made bleed by falling down a horse. He was teaching you how to ride one since you are nearly a teenager now. He loves you. He loves you so much.
"What happened father?" you asked while tucking his long black hair behind his ear with your small hands. Did you have to be that cute? Boothill just can melt on the spot.
"Nothing you need to worry, sugarplum....papa..just had a thought." He said while wrapping a bandage around your knee. The coldness of his metal hands making you hiss as they contact with your skin while he wraps those bandages.
Boothill wished that at least to find their bodies...to hold a memorable funreal for them, or at least properly bury them. He wishes that they had graves...so he can take you to visit your uncles..your grandparents...your..sister..but thats not possible.
Nothing has left of his family
The ipc took his everything
But now he has you....and hell protect you...he might failed to protect his daughter but this time he wont let anyone take you from him.
"Dont cry anymore, okay? Look papa bandaged your knee. It means its not going to hurt anymore." He coos into your ear as he picks you up and scoops you in his arms without any effort. You cling onto him like a koala. He starts humming a song in your ear, that one of his dads used to sing to him while playing his guitar when he was your age.
It makes you feel sleepy. Your father is reslly good at putting you to sleep even when you dont even feel sleepy.
"..papa please be here when i wake up.."
With that, you go start sleeping in his arms. Leaving him with a giddy smile on his face.
Hes the luckiest man alive. He doesnt know what he did right to get blessed with you.
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hello!! I simply adored your platonic aventurine fic, so if requests are still open may I ask for a scenario with him and us going shopping together? thank you in advance, have a lovely day 💓
ノ Eudaemonia .ᐟ ʚɞ
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୨୧ Eudaemonia: (adjective) The state of being lucky
ft. Aventurine, gender neutral reader, platonic. wc: 540
Content: teen reader, big brother aventurine, they go shopping in a big mall (not specified where though), reader likes taking photos, reader and march 7th are besties, all fluff no angst!! / a day at the mall with your brother!!
Notes: I tried working as fast as I could to get this posted so it might seemed rushed, but I hope you enjoy :D ! Also short.
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You snapped a photo of the giant crystal chandelier that's was hanging from the ceiling of the mall. The large crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, its many crystals and gemstones glimmering in the light. It catches the light like prisms, projecting a shimmering rainbow of light around the entire mall.
You nodded to yourself and put your phone in your pocket. "I see you're interested in that chandelier." A voice came from behind you. You twisted your head around to meet with the familiar eyes of your elder brother.
You stood there for a moment after taking the photo, your eyes glued to your phone's screen as you examined the picture you just snapped. Your eyes flicker up and down the screen, taking in every detail of the image captured on your phone. Your face lit up, the photo had captured the regal atmosphere of the chandelier pretty well! You'll have to send this to March, she had always liked things like this anyway.
In his hands were two cups of flavored boba, one for you and one for him. "Uh, duh!" You playfully scoffed as Aventurine held out your drink to you. You took the beverage from his hand. "This is the biggest one I've ever seen!" You looked back up to it, your eyes sparkling in amazement. Aventurine chuckled at your enthusiasm, "I've seen many, and I can agree. This is truly one of a kind. " He leaned on the metal railing of the central part of the mall.
You nodded your head in silent agreement. You latched onto the straw of your drink, savoring the sweet flavor and the boba gracing your tongue. You closed your eyes in content, humming in the process.
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"Well, where to now?" You asked your elder brother all while putting your hand on your hip. "Hm.." He thought for a moment, "Why don't you choose?" Aventurine flashed you a closed eyed smile. You lit up in an instant. You knew exactly which store to go to first. You grasped your brothers hand in yours and pulled him along. "Come on! I have the perfect store!"
You brought it to your chest and hugged it. "Going to build-a-bear was the best idea ever!" You exclaimed. Aventurine had gotten one of his own donned in a cute hoodie, deep blue jeans, and some sneakers. An emerald bow sat on its left wrist, matching yours.
You held up the plush in the air, the flourecent lights reflecting on its beady eyes. The teddy bear was dressed as if it's ready to attend a formal event. It's wearing a finely tailored little suit, complete with a bow-tie and polished black leather shoes on its plush feet. The teddy bear looks super fancy despite its adorable and huggable appearance. On its right wrist, a ribbon in shape of a bow of a color that you picked out.
"Thank you so much, Aven!" You grinned at him and rested your head on his shoulder. Aventurine smiled back at you and rested his head on yours. He reached over and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.
"Whatever you want, little one" He rubbed his cheek on your head like a cat.
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"Hey! You're messing up my hair!'
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