#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.

[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.

[beneatheaven]

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..

-

hope this was good :3!!!

[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.

[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

[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.

[starlightsearches]

hi! could you do "🙈 something they’re shy about asking for" for hux? thank you!

thank you, my love!! hearts for you!! ❤️💖💙💜💖💚💛💖🖤🧡💖💚���💖

🙈 something they’re shy about asking for

It's shameful—and not the kind of romantic partner he wants to be—but fuck!!! Hux wants everybody to know that you belong to him. It starts with marking—bruises and bites—but the things he really craves . . . he can't blame on a heated moment or a slip of decorum.

He dreams about it though, about leather around your neck, pulling the straps tight until you gasp, a sign to everybody that you are, and always will be, his. In his wilder fantasies, Hux imagines bringing you close with a finger slipped beneath the collar, or keeping you within arms reach . . . maybe on a leash 👀

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.

[lunar-nebulari]

One of your mutuals here hiding on anon, and I’ve really disliked parse ever since I first read the comic and am very much afraid to say anything about it on my blog. I also hate the fact that’s he’s been so popular recently :/

I love how my little blog is turning into a safe space for Parse haters. Please feel free to vent my anonymous friends.

I hate that like, I feel like the only people that are continuously making content are Parse lovers. Like when I filter out the parse content when looking at the zimbits tag on ao3, there’s like no new fics for MONTHS. Like, you guys, I’m on my hands and needs PLEASE-

[battle4urownplanet]

star can you. fly

it would be rather tragic. if you (as a star) couldnt fly

…

Comet - I hope you colapse into a black hole.

Star - :3

[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!

[thatstaroneanon]

I feel like we should maybe create a Google doc for any any sonas for this au (anons or not) and maybe personal headcannons about asker lore so we could probably smoothen this out because it's a little confusing to switch through multiple blogs at once to figure out what 😭

Of course this isn't a must have I'm just personally a bit confused with everything we are coming up with now that it's been a while of trying to develop our own lore for the AU

Oh absolutely, i don't really understand the lore so far either...

I don't know how to make a shared google doc though but if any other anons know how to do it/want to do it, please do and tag me (and beloved)!!

I think so far we're just each creating a creature but idk man(gender neutral)

[beneatheaven]

thinking about having jjunie lay on the bed and sitting on his lap to tease and play with his tip. using gauze pads and running it over his sensitive tip with him squirming and whining from the texture of the pad.

don't know if this makes sense lmao :D

oHHHH this is sooo good... he would be so whiny and sensitive. sub jjunie is so cute to me.. praising your slow movements against him. rambling so much, telling you not to stop and calling you good girl, saying please don't stop... omg..

[littlestarbigsky]

do u ship purly/papercut??

if not nevermind this!

but i js need some purly/papercut fluff REAL BAD.

in all honesty, i ship them BUT i don’t think i know enough about the shepards to adequately write a full fic abt them. however! i do have this little blurb i wrote a bit ago lol

hope this is okay🩷

“you didn’t have to hit him back, he would have just kicked you in the stomach and left if you didn’t piss him off,” curly shook his head, pouring some saline onto a cotton ball.

curly wasn’t happy. pony could tell in his voice and the way he was moving around. it wasn’t even pony’s fault, really… that one asshole soc was the one who knocked the wind out of him for no good reason.

“shut up,” pony huffed, flinching away slightly as curly came closer to his face to clean the cut across his temple.

pong seemed apprehensive for a moment before he rolled his eyes and let curly clean it with a gentleness pony didn’t know he was capable of. he sat still while curly cleaned off the blood and put two butterfly bandages in place to start it healing, and quickly cleaned up the bathroom.

“i didn’t know you knew so much about all this,” pony hopped off the bathroom sink and leaned against the doorframe as curly finished cleaning up.

curly just shrugged, “i don’t. it’s tim that knows everything, i’ve just been stupid and gotten into enough fights to know what works.”

“i’m trying to be nice to you,” pony pushed himself off the doorframe with his shoulder and walked back to curly’s room, gingerly laying down on the bed to favor his bruised ribs.

curly came in a few minutes later, “you wanna be nice to me? move over.”

pony grinned and scooted towards the wall and gave curly the space to flop down next to him and pull him into his side.

“you’re an idiot, you know that?”

“you’re a bigger idiot,” pony mumbled.

[chatnia-starlight]

Hi! Could you do #50? "Distracting you while you're trying to do something because I want attention" kiss

Thanks!

Sorry for not answering sooner anon, I was gonna and then life busy and then I thought I had answered and turns out I hadn’t anyways: 

#50 "Distracting you while you're trying to do something because I want attention" kiss

The city lights looked beautiful and the night breeze was light and nice. Ladybug was sitting on top of a building somewhere in the city, she had lacked inspiration lately for her designs and as Ladybug she had access to a beautiful view where no one could bother her. Or almost no one. 

She’d been completely absorbed into her sketchbook, captivated by the night, enjoying the breeze that she really didn’t hear him arrive. She only noticed his presence once he leaned over her shoulder. 

“Watcha doing up here?” his tail was swaying back and forth, the tip of the belt making a soft sound against the rooftop flooring. 

She continued sketching and when she lifted her pencil to look at her drawing from a bit more distance she answered. “I was just looking for some inspiration, how’d you find me?”

“I went looking for you at your place and you weren’t there” he sat beside her leaning to her side, rubbing his shoulder and side against her like an actual cat. 

She kept idly drawing, working on the details of a dress, and didn’t answer until she had to lift her pencil to erase a line she didn’t quite like. “I thought your photoshoot was gonna end late” 

“It did.” He made a pause to lean between her and her sketchbook “How long have you been out here?” He stayed there, his eyes looking to both of hers, she could see the tiny movement from side to side as he looked at one and then the other. 

His gaze was intense, it made her blush and it made it hard to breathe. She gently pushed him out of the way, as she leaned back, to gain some personal space again and looked away to recover her breath. 

“So…?”  he said looking for her face again

She looked at him but didn’t lean in, she was trying real hard to not let him get to her. “So… what?”

He chuckled at that. “Are my eyes that distracting, m’lady?” 

She opened and closed her mouth trying to answer before giving up and decided to just pout at him. 

“You look so cute when you’re flustered, you know?” he said while looking at her with that gorgeous smile and that look that always made her melt into a puddle of goo. 

Since her brain and mouth had apparently lost connection, she decided to go back to her sketchbook, maybe ignoring him was a better answer than to keep staring at his stupidly beautiful face. 

“Aww, what’s wrong my lady? Cat caught your tongue?” 

“I am trying to work on my designs, and I came up here so I wouldn’t be bothered” She added a huff at the end, to make it clear she was upset, although her smile and blushing revealed she in reality was not. 

She went back to her sketchbook hopeful that he’d let her work. For a moment all she could hear was the quiet murmur of the wind and his tail swaying against the floor. 

Until he appeared once more between her and her sketchbook. “and I, am trying to get my girlfriend to pay attention to me”

“Well I am busy”

“But you’ve been working for a while now, you should stop and pay attention to me”

“I have not” she crossed her arms.

“It’s almost midnight” he said with a deadpan face.

She squinted her eyes at him and picked up her yoyo to check the time. When she saw he was saying the truth she gasped. “I need to finish this design anyway” With that, she once again went back to her designs. 

He came closer and grabbed her face with a hand under her chin, making her look up at him. “You really are stubborn” he made a pause coming closer until she felt his breath above hers. “But I’m stubborn too, you know.” and with that she finally gave in and kissed him. 

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