#Star answers

[starcurtain]

To continue the Aventurine train, it still kinda lives in my head rent-free, it's been touched on a few times that it's very likely his initial plan of using his wealth and status from the IPC to help his people failed before he could try to enact it, but the lines on that are vague at times. Jade's "There are no Avgins on Sigonia" isn't "there are no Avgins" period, and then again when asked by Sunday if he's the last, Aventurine's answer is "perhaps". It kinda leaves me wondering if it's true (though for all we know, it could just be that Aventurine doesn't want to believe he's well and truly the last), if that at all factors into that struggle to find a purpose in life now that he's gotten back more of a will to live. After all, the dead can't contradict you, can't voice their thoughts on your actions or your decisions

I definitely agree this is intentional!

We know that Aventurine himself doesn't actually know the fate of his people. Since he didn't even know until he was a Stoneheart that the Avgin massacre had even been on a level of an "extinction event," he genuinely had no idea at the time of Jade's comment whether what she said was true, and there probably isn't a very reliable way to verify whether every single last Avgin in the universe is gone either.

I think this is part of the reason that Aventurine tells Sunday "Perhaps" instead of "Yes," because he's trying to come across as if he's telling the truth there, and if he says "Yes" to something he would have no demonstrable way to prove, then it would be clear that he's lying while under the Harmony's influence. Saying "Perhaps" let him dodge Sunday's notice, at least until Sunday's later questions.

But you're right, those vague statements leave the door open for the game's writers to take Aventurine's fate in either direction--it could be that he really is the last Avgin, but it could also just as easily be that, in the future, we will see him reunite with a community of Avgins who hid and survived the massacre (or who had gone somewhere else before the massacre).

I also think that there is a certain degree of "unfulfilled promise" to Aventurine's story right now. While it's still sort of in question whether Aventurine is actually-factually blessed by a goddess/aeon, we're supposed to be at least slightly convinced that his luck is indeed supernatural. Which means that his status as a "chosen one" should also, at least theoretically, be true. Therefore, I think we probably haven't seen the last of the idea of Aventurine being the one who will "lead the Avgin to prosperity again." Whether this means literally saving some remnants of the Avgin clan discovered later or just managing to get their revenge on Oswaldo Schneider, who knows, but I think we probably haven't seen the last of this idea in the story.

Regarding affecting Aventurine's will to live... Hmm, maybe! I definitely do think his actual suicidal behavior was linked at least in part to finding out that the Avgin had been wiped out. Prior to this moment, although we see him gambling with his life (like against the IPC), his goal is explicitly to win in those cases, and his bets are made to improve his situation and work towards his goal to help the Avgin. After that, he no longer has a goal to work toward, and we're immediately hit with words like "meaningless" and having "lost all worth." His bets shift from "improve my situation" to "put myself in as much danger as possible." He was always risky, but the sense of wanting it all to be over definitely only came about after finding out that he'd never be able to save or repay his people and those who helped him.

That said, I'm not sure how much impact the Avgin massacre has on his ultimate decision to stay alive. In Penacony, it's very much a personal revelation that his life has worth in and of itself, separate from his supposed destiny as a blessed chosen one. The mere act of living, even if no one else is left alive to experience that with him, gains meaning.

So I think it's more a realization that, even if nothing else remains--he remains. And that means something. It shouldn't be thrown away. It should be appreciated and treated like a miracle, and he brings the most honor to his people by embracing the years he has left and living the best life he can. (To borrow some FFXIV talk, he realizes he can't squander the legacy they've left him.)

So I think Aventurine's prognosis isn't too bad moving forward. It might be a bit "two steps forward, one step back" for a while, but I think we will see a new sense of purpose and appreciation for life from him in the future, and I think that will mostly be separate from the history of the massacre itself. Of course he will continue to carry on his family's traditions with pride, but I think that his realization is that he, quite literally, cannot remain in the shadow of nihility. He has to embrace living his life for himself if, in the end, he wants to make his family and his people proud.

[starlightsearches]

since you suggested the Eddies - 🙈 for Eddie Nashton? i know its either gonna be completely wholesome or completely unhinged XD

thx

Thanks for the suggestion, my love!!

🙈 something they’re shy about asking for

Eddie would definitely chicken out before creeping on you in public, but that doesn’t mean the idea doesn’t get him off. His near-constant masturbation fantasies have given him a Pavlovian hard-on any time you wear a skirt in public, thinking about slipping his hands up your thighs when no one would notice. He starts praying the train cars will be full while you wait together at the station, hoping you’ll be forced to stand right up against him, your ass soft and warm against his dick, even through the layers. Thinking about how he’d wrap an arm around your waist like he’s trying to keep you from falling, hope the jostle of the train and other bodies would mask the way he juts his hips against yours, grunts feathering softly through your hair. He’d like it if your ignored him, if you pretended you didn’t notice, didn’t care that he was humping you like a stray dog where anyone could see.

And maybe a seat would open up, there in the corner. Would you want to . . . sit on his lap?

Eddie never gets farther than that. The daydream ends with him dribbling cum into his palm.

emoji smut prompts

[tastefulstars]

Hi, loved your sub Billy Hargrove fics ;) could I request something similar where reader is still in control but a much softer version ? So no degradation play/kink if that makes sense. Like, I wouldn't even call it "take control", it's just her being extremely gentle with him and taking the lead and let him just be himself, get lost in the moment, show him that sex doesn't have to be performative. Passionate, affectionate, loving sex. He loves it so much that he ends up crying. And it would be great to see HIS perception of all of this. In so many smut fics the focus is on how horny reader feels, how much pleasure she is in etc, and it would be cute to focus on Billy you know. I want all the sweet details lol. This boy needs so much love. Thank you so much ;)

Im not entirely sure if this is what you wanted but here we go :))

unedited as always but so full of love for baby boy billy.

It wasn't unusual for Billy to be pinned to the bed by you. He didn't mind, liked it even, when it was you.

The first time it happened - firm hands guiding him above you with a simple demand - had his brain going quiet, his body shaking with the need to follow your orders. You had him feeling so weak and he was hopeless, he needed you like he needed air - needed you to help him settle the angry noise in his mind that sounded a lot like his father, needed you to soothe his hurts with your words.

It was only ever you who he allowed to see him like this, vulnerable and not in control.

So it wasn't unusual for him to be held down on the bed with you straddling his hips. You have that look in your eye, and Billy knows you're going to take care of him, make him feel good. Today is different, though, your hands firm but gentle, your touch a soft caress and that unnerved him more than the idea of submitting to you.

You hush him softly, fingers smoothing the confused frown away.

"I'm going to look after you, baby." You murmur, lips caressing his cheek as you speak.

"You want that, don't you? You want me to look after you? You wanna be a good boy for me?"

Billy feels like he should be ashamed at how quickly you can have him whimpering, hard, and begging for your touch, but he isn't. He can't be, not when he's hopeless for you. He lets himself go slack, lets his worries go because you'll take care of him - you always do. You're watching him, eyes soft as you take him in and the smile you produce when he nods is almost blinding.

"Close your eyes."

Billy lets his eyes slip closed, his body relaxing further into the bed at your whispered praise. His breath hitches and catches in his throat when you drag your lips across his collar bone, soft kisses are pressed against his warm skin and it has heat boiling underneath his skin.

"Gonna worship you, baby. Wanna make you feel how much I adore you, you're so good for me Billy. My good boy."

Billy's heart swells and his stomach flips, his skin feels too tight and he's not too sure if he deserves this. He wants you, needs you, so badly but he can't stop the slight tensing of his muscles - can't stop the thought that he doesn't get to have you like this. You know him too well though because you're already soothing him, hands brushing down his torso and lips caressing his skin. You hush him again.

"Baby, let me love you."

Billy can't stop the helpless whine that escapes his lips because he wants that, wants it so badly. He shudders when you press a 'good boy' against his throat before you start to make your way down his body. By the time you settle between his legs, he's so hard he's aching, almost ready to start begging you for something - anything.

You don't make him wait, your lips wrapping around his cock and sinking down on him. Billy shudders and moans at the wet heat suddenly encasing him, he can't stop the soft moans and whimpers as you work him over with your mouth - especially when you pull off him every so often to whisper softly good boy, perfect, so perfect for me.

It doesn't take you long to have him worked up and close, you pull away before he could loose himself to the bliss of his climax and he whines, thighs shaking as he pants. You give him a moment to collect himself, to let the burning fire settle back into a warm heat before you lean up and kiss him.

"Want you to come inside me, okay Baby?"

He nods, relaxing again as you settle yourself next to him. Your leg is thrown over his waist.

"Hold me," you murmur, leaning over his chest and pressing kisses onto his warm skin.

Billy's arms automatically close around you, one wrapped behind your back, his hand pressed against your spine and keeping you close to him while the other holds onto the thigh splayed over his body.

"Open your eyes."

The whispered instruction has Billy snapping his eyes open and searching for yours. He drinks you in like a man starved of thirst, like he hasn't seen you in years rather than minutes. You're leaning on your elbow, holding yourself up to lean over his chest - it would be easy for you to slide on top of him in this position, or for him to shift you onto your back and press you down into the mattress.

You reach up with your free hand and cup his cheek, thumb stroking his face gently, he keeps his eyes on yours as you shuffle impossibly closer, your hips shifting. You let go of his face and he mourns the loss for a brief moment before you're gripping his shaft and pressing yourself down. It's heaven as he slides into you, warm and made just for him. He watches as your face slackens and a shudder wracks your body. You press your forehead against his as he slides home, you whine his name.

Billy knows his hands are probably gripping you too tight but he can't make himself let go. He needs you close, as close as two people could be. His eyes burn when you start to whisper to him, rolling your hips with each praise and sighing when he gently thrusts into you - following your lead.

Your fingers cling to his chest and face and you tell him how good he is - how perfect and lovely, and strong and how much you love him - as the two of you rock into each other. His throat closes up and he can't find the stinging at the back of his eyes, he lets them fall shut and presses his face against your check. His body trembles with it, you hold him a little bit tighter and keep whispering your love to him as he falls apart.

He feels desired, loved, wanted, good.

Tears wet your skin where he's hidden himself away from your eyes and you press a hand into his hair and he sobs as you tell him to look at me, baby please look at me want to see you I love you baby come with me - he obeys, lifts his head and let's his eyes find yours again. He's already so close and when he sees the adoration, the warmth, the love, written on your face, he hurtles off the edge. Fireworks explode under his skin and he feels you shuddering against him.

The two of you cling to each other while you catch your breath, sweaty foreheads pressed against the others. Billy can still feel tears leaking from his eyes, but it doesn't matter because you're kissing them away.

"Baby, are you okay?" Your voice is soft and your hands gentle as you work to bring Billy back to himself.

He nods, unable to find his voice, but he's okay, he feels like the sun - warm and happy and loved.

[flashyfools]

Hi 😊👋 I'm a huge fan of Law too. I've just finished reading Law novel too. Maybe you want to share your thoughts on this asks:

Does Law see his crew as subordinates or friends? Would you say that Law has a weakness for people who have a trauma too? 🤔

i'm sure law sees them all as his friends.

at the start of the novel, when law asks bepo, shachi and penguin if they want to stay with him and wolf, it's not because law and wolf actually need someone that can help them with their tasks, it's just because law wants to offer them a safe place to stay, but he's not in touch with his emotions enough to admit it. when he recruits them, he even calls them his subordinates explicitly, but it's clearly just a part of his façade; again, he's not ready to admit he cares about them yet. sure enough, by the end of the first novel, he refers to them as his friends, and has matured enough to admit he loves them and realize that he can count on them. also, the fact law often seems to separate from his crew before he gets into any dangerous situation is kind of relevant to this conversation: he prefers to go solo or to form a temporary alliance with other pirate crews because he doesn't want to put his crew in danger, not because he thinks they aren't strong enough. he always tries to keep his crew safe no matter what, because they're more than allies to him, they're his friends, his family, and the only people he has left. this is also the reason the clash against the blackbeard pirates is so heartbreaking: law tried his best to protect his crew, because he didn't want to, once again, experience the loss of the people he loves most, but he couldn't do anything to prevent it.

i do think law finds himself drawn to other people with trauma, especially if their trauma is in any way related to their families. even though law always tries to hide his actions behind the "i acted on a whim" excuse, it's clear that his empathy gets the best of him when he has to choose whether to recruit someone for his crew. we've seen this with every crew member with a canon backstory: first it was bepo, who set sail to try and find his brother and found himself stranded and alone; then it was penguin and shachi, who lost their families and ended up being used and abused by the adults that should have protected them; and now, in the newest chapter, it's hakugan, who lost his parents and has to bear the responsibility of raising his little sister alone. all of them are scarred and survived multiple traumatic events. law sees his reflection in his crewmates, when he looks into their eyes he can see the little boy he once was, scared, alone and devoid of purpose. that's why he's so determined to help them, and offers them a place in his crew with no hesitation: he wants to be to them what cora was to him, even though he probably doesn't realize it.

thank you so much for your question, anon!

[littlestarbigsky]

soda sickfic for the curtis bros fic prompts 💕

back on my curtis brother’s bs gang !!!! i missed writing these hooligans💕 lol this ended up being much longer than i thought but who’s complaining there lol.

this is a few years pre-canon, i’m gonna say darry is around 15 which would put pony and soda at 9 and 11 ;)

hope this is okay🩷

“hey, pepsi, i brought you some more medicine,” mama pushed the door open, cold medicine and some water in her hands. she was in her hospital scrubs and needed to leave soon, but she wanted to see her baby first.

the flu had finally hit their home, cycling through everyone over christmas, and soda was the last to get it, and his bout was proving to be easily the worst. the boys were still on winter break from school, but their parents still needed to work, and with no sick days left, they didn’t have many options.

as she sat down next to him on the bed, she couldn’t figure out if he was asleep or not. she didn’t particularly want to wake him up, lord knows he had enough trouble falling asleep any old day. with soda being sick, ponyboy had been sleeping in darry’s room to keep the two of them from getting sick, and they always had an even harder time sleeping when they were apart.

just when she was about to leave the room to let him sleep a little longer, he stirred next to her, rolling over and blinking his glassy brown eyes up at her.

“there he is,” she smiled, smoothing his hair back, briefly pausing on his forehead to check his temperature. “how about some more medicine?”

soda didn’t give much of a response beside a big yawn and a lazy shrug. it was so strange to hear him so quiet. it made her heart ache to know how lousy he had to be feeling to not be chatting away every chance he got.

she helped him sit up in bed, giving him the medicine and his water, which he took quickly and shuddered at the taste. mama moved to sit next to him and he snuggled down into her side. he seemed to notice her scrubs, which could only mean she was going to work, and he looked up at her, panicked.

“i have to go to work today, baby,” she frowned. “but darry is gonna take care of you today. your dad and i are both gonna try so hard to get home early for you tonight, but we don’t have any more sick days until the new year.”

soda blinked sadly at her, cuddling closer for a few more minutes of his mama holding him tight to her before she had to take off.

“that’s it,” she rubbed his back and kissed his head. “go back to sleep, you’ll feel better when you wake up.”

it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, barely five minutes had gone by before she was ready to leave for work, but her baby boy was limp and fast asleep against her. she slid out and tucked the blankets back around him, kissing his feverish head quickly before leaving him to sleep.

the sun was high in the sky when soda woke up again, and at first, he couldn’t even move with how tightly he was tucked in. someone had obviously come in and readjusted his blankets while he was still out cold.

it was nice for a few minutes, before he realized how hot he was. he started squirming and trying to get himself free, but his sleep addled brain couldn’t seem to figure a way out of his predicament, so he settled to thrash around unsuccessfully until he felt someone grabbing his shoulders to settle him down. he didn’t know who it was, but he felt the blankets loosening, so he wasn’t about to start complaining.

“stay still, kiddo, let me get you out of this,” it was darry’s voice, of course it was. soda stayed put while darry untangled his arms and torso from his confines, and the second he felt free, he launched himself into darry’s arms.

“hey, sleepyhead, you sleep okay?”

soda nodded mutely into darry’s shoulder. truthfully, he hadn’t really seen darry or ponyboy in a few days while he’d been sick, their parents not wanting all three of them to be sick.

eventually, soda let go of darry and pulled back, asking sheepishly, “where’s pony?”

“he’s in the living room watching astro boy, you wanna come watch with us?” darry asked.

soda looked longingly at the door before he nodded slowly, wincing slightly from the ache in his head. darry frowned and checked the clock on the bedside table.

“it’s been long enough, do you want some more medicine?” darry asked gently, turning to grab the bottle from the dresser along with his water before soda could even answer. when he turned back around, he was met with soda’s big brown eyes full of tears.

“oh, baby,” he set the bottles down quickly and sat down next to his little brother on the bed. “mama said you took it so well this morning, what’s going on?”

“i don’t know…” soda cried, his shoulders shaking as darry pulled him close. “it just… it’s not mama…”

of the three of them, soda had always been the one who was good at taking medicine and was fondly regarded as “the easy one” when it came to being sick. for him to refuse to take medicine could only mean that he was feeling pretty nasty. darry felt like he should be hurt by soda’s words, but they made sense. he would be upset if mama wasn’t taking care of of him, how could he hold that against soda? he rubbed soda’s back, running a hand through his hair and taking deep breaths to keep him calm and grounded.

“i know i’m not mama, but could you please try to take it, honey?” darry quietly pleaded with soda. “it’ll help you feel better faster, it might help you sleep, too.”

soda sniffled, a few tears sliding down his cheeks. darry wiped them away quickly with the sleeves of his sweatshirt before turning around and grabbing the medicine and pouring him a dose. soda took a steadying breath and downed the medicine in one swig, snatching the water and gulping it down even faster.

darry watched almost as if in slow motion as his brother’s chest started to contract and he gagged and his eyes went glassy and terrified. for a moment, he really thought soda was going to be sick. darry reacted as fast as he could in the on way he knew how. he placed a hand on soda’s chest and gently blew on his face, and watched as his eyes focused, and his breathing managed to calm down.

soda took a deep breath and fell into darry’s arms, shaking and breathing heavily.

“good job, baby,” he whispered. “you did it, i’m so proud of you.”

soda curled up against darry, his face buried in his brother’s shoulder as he tried to pull himself together.

darry squeezed him gently, “you wanna go watch some tv with pony, kiddo?”

soda sniffled, “yeah…”

“okay, i think we can make that happen,” darry smiled, scooping up soda with his blanket still wrapped around him and kicking open the bedroom door, carrying his little brother down the hallway to the living room.

pony was on the couch, fully focused on his show, which had changed from astro boy to mickey mouse. he looked up when darry set soda down next to him, a smile growing on his face. without word or warning, pony crawled over and curled up next to soda the moment he was settled on the couch.

"honey, i know you missed soda, but we don't need you getting sick, too," darry tried to say, but pony just snuggled in further.

"hey, pony," soda smiled, throwing an arm over his baby brother and pulling him into the blanket.

pony looked up at darry with his big green eyes and darry knew he was helpless to separate them. pony and soda had always been two peas in a pod in a way darry had never been able to touch. before soda could get too invested in the show, darry asked quietly, "mama left some soup for you to have, you feeling up to eating something, bud?"

soda seemed to shrink slightly. he shook his head nervously, "can we try later?"

darry bit the inside of his cheek, but nodded, he had already gotten some water in him, that should be alright for a little while. what soda probably needed more than anything was rest. pony seemed to read his mind, because the moment darry was about to suggest that soda try to sleep, he reached out his hand, inviting darry onto the couch with them.

he grinned and smiled sheepishly at soda, "not sure if i can say no to him."

soda grinned and reached out his own hand, silently asking him to join them. darry sighed and fell down next to soda, letting his little brother curl up next to him. darry threw his arm over soda's shoulders, reaching to rest his hand against the back of pony's head. soda sniffled, his stomach growling loudly. he buried his face in darry's neck, breathing deeply. darry just smiled and ran a hand through soda's messy hair.

he pressed a kiss to soda's forehead and whispered, "get some sleep, kiddo."

when darry woke up, the sky had gone dark outisde and his parents were lifting both of his sleeping baby brothers off the couch.

"he feels warm..." his dad, who was cradling a sleeping ponyboy in a blanket, whispered to mama.

she frowned, readjusting soda in her arms, "he's probably just hot from laying up against this one all afternoon. i'm gonna wake him up and get some food and more medicine in him, i'll probably stay with him tonight."

he nodded, carrying ponyboy back to his room. mama stood for a moment, sadly looking at soda and brushing his hair back.

darry sat up, “mama?”

mama whipped around and smiled at him, “hi, sweetheart, you feeling okay? you have a good nap?”

“is pony sick? i’m sorry…” he mumbled, his exhausted brain not fully processing much of anything.

“oh, no, baby, he’s alright,” she leaned down and kissed his forehead. “just a little warm from being all snuggled up with soda all day. are you feeling alright?”

darry took a moment to decide if he was okay. he was tired, but that was just because he had just woken up, nothing new was hurting, nothing felt funny. he nodded.

“good,” mama smiled. “i’m gonna go get this one some food and medicine and back to bed, daddy’s getting pony to bed, if you hurry you can listen to the end of his bedtime story.”

darry smiled and rolled his eyes, it had been a long time since he’d needed a bedtime story, but he stood up from the couch and started toward his room. mama caught his arm before he could get too far, and he turned around.

“thank you for taking care of them today, honey, you didn’t have to do that.”

darry just shrugged and smiled, “they’re my brothers, i’d do anything for them.”

[heavenlikedream]

you said send asks so here i am TT honestly i’m still kinda 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ because your work is so good butttt

first time with experienced!gyu? idk i feel like the whole experiences would be a whole 180 from his usual personality, sweet and caring beomgyu immediately turning mean and cruel the second he has uou on his cock.. idk

omg please, i love personality switch gyu.. he would be so sweet wiht you. sweet loving kisses. back hugs with his arms wrapped around you as his head rested on your shoulder. leaving long kisses on your neck, he was so romantic. making sure you knew how much he loved you with the look he gave you, his long touches, and the way he spoke to you when he held you close to him.

but when you two had sex, it was a completely different person. he was so dominate in bed, throwing you onto the bed. making sure you knew you were his, calling you names. "just for me right? say it baby." "just for you, only for you." thrusting into you hard, never giving you a break. leaving marks all over your body. you've never been with anyone who knew how to treat you so well during sex. always teasing you until you couldn't handle it anymore. making you so sensitive, your orgasms never felt the same. waking up the next day with a sore throat with how much he made you scream for him..

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hope this was good :3!!!

[chatnia-starlight]

do you have any miraculous ladybug fics you'd recommend to people? fics that you love and want more people to see?

yes!! I have ao many!! where do I even begin?? so in no particular order let me link a few of my favorites:

This Distance Between Us - by @coffeebanana

Fuzzy Blanket Feelings - by @coffeebanana

A Little Push - by @emsylcatac

a hypothesis, an experiment, and a coincidence - by @peachcitt

Maintaining a Professional Distance - by @buggachat

where roses bloom - by @marimbles

so those are just a few if you want more or have a specific pairing or genre you'd like feel free to ask, I've read like +700 fics of miraculous ladybug

[starlingchildgazingatthestars]

i shipped Harry and hermione before reading the books but in the books i can't ship and don't tho it's so funny that the books made me love them way more than I ever loved them in the movies but as friends and siblings like dynamic. they're cute

What's wonderful about Harmony is I love BOTH their canon platonic relationship AND the untapped romantic potential. And while I get why people claim the films "push" the ship more, real talk: I read the first 5 books before my older sister "allowed" me to watch the films (which at the time, was only up to movie 2, Chamber of Secrets; and book 5, Order of the Phoenix was recently published), and I was hardcore shipping Harmony LONG before I watched Daniel Radcliffe and Emma Watson interact on-screen.

That's the power of "subjective interpretation" when consuming fictional media. Some people only see them as friends, and that's okay! Some people (like myself) see them as soulmates that 1000% could have been the greatest Power Couple in early 2000's YA Lit. To each their own, ship and let ship, etc ^.^

[the-galactic-catt]

Στο θέμα της Ρίνας, προσωπικά προσποιούμαι ότι το love interest της είναι he/him λεσβία

μου αρέσει ο τρόπος που σκέφτεσαι, ευχαριστώ για την υπέροχη ιδέα

the girlfriends ever ❤️

[starry-pop]

which production did you see ? How was it?!:)

Hi!! I totally didn’t see this until just now whoops

I saw the Flint Community Players! It was genuinely so awesome and unique, the set design was awesome!!

They had carnival games on the stage before the show that you could play, and I even won a couple prizes and got my fortune read by Karnak!

(All pictures taken from their Instagram: @theatrefcp )

They also added another character called the Marionette, who was basically another animatronic in the warehouse and acted as a background dancer/actor!

It was all so amazing, genuinely one of the best productions I’ve seen.

[starboy2461]

i literally love your new pfp so much btw it’s so awesomeeeee

thank youououo I was originally going to make a matching banner but I was too eepy and have art competition stuff to get to

[starcurtain]

When talking about aventurine + ratio and luck something I find hilarious is the idea that ratio could be doing an experiment or something and aventurine walks in, and ratio has to redo it if there’s anything chance related bc aventurine screws the data. Your post with the poisonous mushrooms and ratio having to wonder if it was natural or luck made me think of this!

This is hilarious.

Aventurine just out-right banned from the lab, not because he's ever done anything wrong but because he causes statistical anomalies every time he walks in the door.

Do you think Ratio might be able to actually measure the amount of statistical disruption Aventurine causes, or is it perhaps entirely random or unquantifiable, based only on what the "luckiest" outcome would be for a given situation?

Truly questions worth contemplating!

[starlightsearches]

🍷 tipsy sex headcanon and 🚨 sex that sent me to the er with Hux pleaseeee 👀

Of course, Delaney!! 😚

🍷 tipsy sex headcanon

Hux is a BITER when he's tipsy. He's already at your neck most of the time, but that lack of restraint that comes with a glass of whiskey 😮‍💨 he's got your bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at your earlobes, leaving teeth marks down your neck and across your chest. It's a pleasant, stinging pain that comes along with it, but he won't draw blood.

Unless you want him to 😏

🚨 sex that sent me to the ER

I know an iron-deficient man when I see one 👀

Hux is constantly giving 110% of himself to a whole bunch of bullshit while ignoring his personal needs as much as he possibly can. So when he gets to be with you—something he actually wants to do—he tends to overexert himself. There's just something about having you underneath him, warm skin and soft sighs, that makes him forget about anything else but the feeling of your body against his. And satisfied as he is, it takes his toll.

He doesn't expect it, rolling from the mattress and onto his feet, the way spots of light blur out his vision, the way you shriek at the sound of his head knocking against the bedside table.

He's fine of course—a private visit from a medbay doctor eased your worries—and he was thoroughly admonished for all the smoking. And not eating. And drinking too much caff. And not getting enough sleep.

Maybe it would be good for him to take care of himself a little more. It would certainly benefit his stamina 😏

Smut Emoji Prompts

[starsaver94]

Did someone ask for a crazy pretty boy?

Thank you for crazy pretty boy ☺️

(He has no right to be that pretty, but I’m glad he is)

[playingwithstarsabove]

Does honkai have antthing laios and senshi would try cooking

Maybe the legionnaires or the Memory zone memes.

[littlestarbigsky]

I have a really, really sad request... my grandfather passed away a few months ago. He was the youngest of three boys. His older brother passed away a couple of years ago. Leaving behind only the middle child.

And all I keep thinking of is Soda being the last one alive after Darry and Pony die and it's making me so sad. I want to write it myself, but can't bring myself to. But it's just so heartbreaking.

first of all, i’m so sorry to hear about your grandfather anon, i hope you’re doing alright and that you have the love and support you need🫶🏻

so here’s the thing, i wasn’t sure how i wanted to approach this one, but then one of my coworkers lost her husband on christmas and the memory of grief came so easily.. not gonna lie this one did a number on me but im so glad that you trusted me with this anon❤️‍🩹

it’s not very long but i hope this is okay🩷

when they lost pony, soda didn’t truly internalize the loss until a few weeks after the funeral. darry had been a wreck, catatonic, unable to get out of bed, much less get himself out of the house for anything other than the funeral. soda held it together reasonably well, planning a small funeral for their baby brother and using the money they had stashed away to send him to college to pay their bills for a few weeks while they tried to move through the loss.

it didn’t really hit him until soda was back at work and some kid, probably close to pony’s age, from the high school came in and bought a pepsi. steve came in to the shop half an hour later to find soda on the floor in behind the counter, shaking and sobbing because god damn it his baby brother was gone. steve held him as he cried until he couldn’t breathe, holding him like a lifeline until darry could get there from work to take him home.

“it’s okay, honey, we’re gonna be okay,” darry had said, hugging soda to him in the back seat of the truck while his little brother sobbed.

soda had screamed at him, “nothing’s okay, darry! pony’s gone!”

still, they found a way to keep going. darry slept in soda’s room more often than not. they both had trouble sleeping after losing their brother, and soda needed someone to be near him and darry needed to know that soda was okay.

none of that felt like it mattered anymore, because when it was darry’s turn to go, soda couldn’t take it. he couldn’t leave the house. he couldn’t eat or drink. the grief was all consuming and snapped him clean in two.

darry probably wouldn’t have even had a funeral if it hadn’t been for two-bit and steve, who were maybe two of the worst people in the world to plan something like that, but they knew what had to be done. they had unfortunately helped out with a few too many curtis family funerals over the years that they knew who to invite, where to hold it, to keep the casket closed.

they had to drag soda there on the day, and he stayed attached to steve the entire time. he sobbed all the way through the service, and he couldn’t stop himself from falling to his damn knees when they lowered his big brother into the ground, right next to pony, right next to their parents. it was all wrong, their parents should still have been alive, not buried with two of their sons right next to them.

he wouldn’t leave his room, but he wouldn’t let himself rest. steve had to stay with soda overnight and hold him close just to make sure he slept at all. two-bit heated up the food people had brought and sat with him while he ate just to be sure that it happened. they knew they weren’t his brothers, but they did what they could.

despite how long it took him to pull himself together again, he finally managed to make it back to work. he liked being at work, being around other people, not having to sit and wallow in how deep the wounds felt. it was almost like he could pretend that they were all still there, that he would go home and see his parents and brothers, not a hauntingly empty house.

eventually steve and two-bit moved in with him, they adopted a dog, they found a new normal. it still crushed soda’s soul to have to keep living and hit milestones that his family never would, but he made his peace with it. it was his job to make them proud. and that was worth it.

he was their last hope.