#I WANT THEM!😭

[aventurineswife]

hi i hope you're doing well 💌 before requesting anything i wanted to tell you i really like your writing and i ADMIRE the way you manage to write so quickly ! efficient and qualitative *chef's kiss*

so i wanted to ask you if it was possible to have your thoughts about what would make aventurine and sunday (and any characters you like) flustered, blush or shy !

sorry if you already have written for it, you can just delete this ask 😅 thank you for all of your works 🤗

HII HEHE!! THANK YOU SO MUCHHH AND FOR YOUR KIND WORDSS!! 🤭💖

I hope you like this! Remember, this is just my opinion on these boys!!

Given Aventurine's vanity and the care he takes in his stylish appearance, an unexpected compliment—especially one that touches on his luxurious attire, hair, or enigmatic aura—would catch him off guard. His usual charismatic facade might falter for a second, and he could brush it off with a playful laugh, though the faint blush spreading across his cheeks would betray his flustered state.

"You look... remarkably dashing today, Aventurine."

He'd tilt his head, raising an eyebrow and chuckling, but there's a subtle heat to his cheeks as he adjusts his collar or twirls a ring. "Flattery will get you everywhere... but I can't promise it'll win you the game."

Aventurine is so used to manipulating situations and masking his emotions that hearing someone speak to him with raw honesty—especially about emotions or vulnerabilities—would make him shy away from confronting his own feelings. His usual facade would crack, and he’d likely try to change the subject or deflect, his nervousness hidden behind a confident, but somewhat forced, smile.

"I... I don’t want to be alone. Not like this."

He’d hesitate, his typical bravado giving way to a flash of vulnerability. His face would momentarily betray the depth of his unease, and he’d look away, trying to mask his discomfort with a playful remark.

Despite his outward confidence and charm, Aventurine tends to shy away from close physical contact—especially if it’s unexpected. A brush of fingers or a light touch on the arm might cause him to freeze for a moment, his calm demeanor replaced by an uncharacteristic moment of hesitation.

A simple touch on his arm could make him flinch, then grin awkwardly, trying to cover it up with a chuckle. “Was that really necessary?”

Sunday’s stoic, idealistic nature can often mask his deeper need for affection and emotional connection. If someone were to show genuine care for him—perhaps a small act like holding his hand, gently resting their head on his shoulder, or giving him a tender smile—his ethereal, otherworldly composure would crack, and a soft blush would color his cheeks.

"Thank you for being here... I don’t know what I would’ve done without you."

Sunday might stiffen for a moment, his eyes widening in surprise before a faint, shy smile forms on his lips. The sight of it would be fleeting but deeply genuine, his wings fluttering nervously as he tries to collect himself.

Sunday is not accustomed to emotional intimacy, especially in a romantic sense. So, when someone expresses genuine affection or admiration for him, he’d likely get flustered and shy, his words faltering as he tries to respond without letting his vulnerability show too much.

"I care about you... more than I ever realized."

His wings might twitch, and his gaze would drop momentarily, a quiet blush creeping onto his face. He might stammer, trying to regain control of the conversation, his voice soft and uncertain. "I... I am not sure I deserve such kindness."

Sunday deeply believes in the collective good and can be hesitant to accept personal praise for it. If someone acknowledged his idealism or how his actions have positively affected others, he would be touched but also embarrassed. His self-doubt and humility would shine through, causing him to become shy or flustered.

"The way you’ve changed things... it's beautiful."

He would gaze at the person with wide eyes, caught off-guard. A faint blush would stain his cheeks as he awkwardly brushed the compliment aside, his wings folding in slightly to shield himself from the intensity of the praise. "It... it was a collective effort. I'm just part of a bigger whole."

[mroddmod]

they are like puppies. 2 me

[nipuni]

the snake of eden 🥰

[hinata-boke]

🦉vs🐈‍⬛

[tumatawa]

I think they would be the best of friends

[menwrittenbywomen]

Regulus: sitting in James’ lap, clearly upset

James: What’s the matter?

Regulus: (aggressively) My brother.

James: What about him?

Regulus: He’s over there being gross and kissing Remus.

James: And this is bad because…

Regulus: Because if I tell him to stop then he’ll call me a hypocrite and tell me to get off of you.

James: Ah, and we can’t have that.

Regulus: (snuggling closer) No, we can’t.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Do any of you remember Scott's games before FNAF?

[ruporas]

trigunned the hades or hadesed the trigun (id in alt)

[almoonds]

pink goes well with green 🩷💚

[seventh-district]

Making Incorrect H:SR Quotes Until I Run Out of (hopefully) Original Ideas - Pt. 2

[Pt. 1] [Pt. 3] [Pt. 4] [Pt. 5] [Pt. 6]

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Fic Idea where Fiddleford helps Stan rebuild the portal, but Stan finds out that Fiddleford has a wife and he's like

"You have a WIFE?? That DIDN'T marry you to steal your car and money???? What are you DOING here???"

"Yeah, well.... She's better off thinking I'm dead somewhere....."

"A WIFE. That LOVES you. Get outta here and go explain yourself, Idiot!!"

"She and our son shouldn't have to deal with--"

"YOUR SON???!!?!!??"

Anyways, so Stan helps Fiddleford reach out and explain himself to his wife, but expresses that he wants to keep being in Gravity Falls, so his wife and kid go to live with them in The Shack instead.

Blah blah blah, bonding happens, Stan bags Fiddleford AND his wife and becomes a step dad, God bless 🙏

[noornight]

Long distance besties. This definitely happened after the third movie (source: trust me bro)

Based on this

[lotus-pear]

mourning black and the death of ideals

[strawberri-draws]

Cannot wait for the Mom Team Up

[choccy-milky]

sometimes you gotta lure your overly-studious ravenclaw gf into spending time with you 🥰 📚 ( from 'Every Teardrop is a Waterfall' by Kat_12739 on ao3, GO READ IT!!! the first story is about seb falling sick and still pushing himself/not admitting he's sick until he ends up in the hospital, the second story is about the birth of seb and clora's daughter and seb's reaction to clora almost dying in childbirth, and the third is about dealing with a fussy newborn lewis😭🥹THEY'RE SO GOOD AND SWEET AND SOMEWHAT SAD (not to mention beautifully written) so go check it out!!💖💖 )

[pangur-and-grim]

Schrödinger's cat, simultaneously the saint of life and death, until you pray to it. and then it settles as one.

Tama, saint of railways, and of prosperity

Masha, saint of warmth in a cold night

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