#aven writes

[nerd-at-sea5]

caring girlfriends and trans royalty

kit's been wearing their binder for way to long, dysphoria sucks, and so does trauma. jade gets it, they really do, but she'd also really rather having kit not break any bones or get hurt

cw - dysphoria, minor suicidal thoughts

they/them kit, they/she jade

jade's legs go out from underneath her, back hitting the ground with a groan as a sword pokes under their chin. "again."

"kit."

"jade, please." the puppy dog eyes from their person leaves her rolling their eyes and accepting the hand, "what's going on, you've beaten me fair three times."

kit's hair falls in front of their eyes as they straighten back up, sharply exhaling "nothing."

"kit." jade repeats it, nodding up at the sun, quickly vanishing from the sky, "it's almost dark, why don't we go to bed."

the shorter of the two hesitates, and jade leans down to kiss their forehead, "come on, you need sleep."

they protest, but inevitably slot their hand into jade's as the two make their way back to the castle, shockingly silent the whole time.

jade takes notice, and in an attempt to dampen the worry they can feel creeping up their chest, she brushes it off as exhaustion.

when the two make their way back to kit's room (that at this point should be kit and jade's, based on the amount of nights jade sleeps there), having left their armor and swords in the armory, jade changes into sleeping clothing before turning to kit, who's still sitting on their bed, daywear still on. "are you-"

"you're beautiful, you know?"

jade pauses, blush flooding to their cheeks, "where's this coming from?"

kit shrugs, tilting their head to one side with a smile, growing as jade steps closer, resting her hands on kit's shoulders, "you are incredibly handsome."

kit leans up, kissing jade and simultaneously pulling the redhead on top of them, pressing up into the kiss, where jade catches herself on their elbows, letting the weight of their body press onto kit's where the smaller smiles into jade's lips.

reaching up to cup kit's face, jade's hand ghosts over their chest, stopping. "love." slight disappointment is quickly overtaken with slight fear as kit scots backward on their bed, "what?"

jade sighs, adoration for the royal constantly burning inside her-yet coupled with concern. "i'm not mad, ok?"

kit hesitates, hands twisting into their shirt, "...ok."

"how long has it been?"

another pause, a short shrug, and jade's eyes rake kit's body, quick, short breaths, like they can't inhale as much as they need to, the fidgeting hands constantly pulling their shirt away from their chest, "kit, please."

"yesterday morning."

"kit!"

they flinch and jade wants to kit herself, "i'm sorry. come here?"

kit nods and moves closer, nodding permission when jade silently touches the bottom of their shirt, gently pulling it over kit's head, "i'll turn around."

they do, and jade hears faint shuffling and the closing of a drawer before she receives a tap on her shoulder, turning back to see kit in a oversized sleep shirt jade recognizes as their own.

smiling softly, the two retreat under the covers, where jade turns to their side, "why?"

kit sighs, hands once again pulling on their shirt, "i'm not. i'm not a good princess-" and if jade wants to interrupt, wants to tell kit that it's not true, that their perfect, that their the best prince, princess, the best royalty that there ever could be, they don't. she stays quiet. "and-and it's annoying because my mom and my dad wanted a daughter, and insted they got me." they inhale sharply, tears brimming in their eyes, and jade takes one of kit's hands, "he chose her over me hundreds of times. h-he fucking died for her."

tears now falling from kit's eyes, jade easily pulls the smaller into her arms, holding them sightly, kit closing their eyes and resting onto jade's shoulder. "if that stupid troll shit taught me anything it's that my dad would've been so much happier if he got elora danan as a daughter and not me. i can't even be a daughter. maybe that's why he left. it's my fault."

jade tightens their hold on kit, "no. it's not. your dad, your dad was a treasure hunter, and many other things but that's what he was when he left. and no matter who his children were, that's what he wanted to do. it is not your fault, you can't make a mistake in being who you are.

you are kit tanthalos, you are going to be the goddamn ruler of tir asleen, you are one of the most sarcastic people i know, you are kind. you are compassionate, you are insanely protective over those you love, you are a little bit of a cocky asshole, but you are you. and i love every single thing about you, and every single part of you.

and you are my person, ok?"

they mean every word of it, maybe even more that she doesn't have the words to say, and kit exhales like their dropping a bag full of rocks. "i love you more than i knew possible."

[nerd-at-sea5]

old photographs, white splotches burning out the faces of my friends

tattered bracelets, greying threads clinging to my wrist as the people who made them slip through the cracks

hardened slime, sun bleached and locked up in your backyard shed

band aids, pulling my shirt over my head to patch the scraps along my back

trampolines, hours spent floating around with new tricks to develop

a museum of you and i;

carved into my brain with the knife you once used to show me how to cut faces into tomatoes

eight years.

the museum closed for additions eight years ago, but i still visit every night in my dreams

Museum of

[ironunderstands]

The way some of yall mischaracterize Ratio as being stoic in chill when in reality he is 24/7 resisting the urge to rip everyone around him a new one is crazy to me like. He cares so much, so much. It’s unhealthy, he loses the idgaf war every time because Ratio is the least nonchalant person ever like

He was this close to breaking character and throttling Sunday like you cannot tell me he wasn’t planning a murder in this scene. Ratio straight up calls Sunday a crazy bitch but everyone brushed it aside 😭

Honestly his entire conversation with Screwllum is just him tweaking, watch it on YouTube the VAs performance is amazing, you can here just how much He Cares

Genuinely, Aventurine is way better at concealing his true feelings that Ratio. Ratio may be acting for the sake of the plan but the way he truly feels about anything he’s doing always seeps through, it’s why he apologizes to Aventurine in 2.0 in their staged argument scene. It’s why he is as mean to Sunday as he can be. It’s why him pretending that he “hates” Aventurine makes him act so silly. Ratio can’t fully commit to the bit, he can’t force himself to not care or to be someone he isn’t, because fundamentally Ratio CARES and that is something he is incapable of hiding, alabaster bust or not.

The problem is that him expressing his care is often done in a rude and/or blunt manner which people tend to interpret as stoicism or apathy when it’s anything but. Ratio’s vial that he gives to Aventurine is short, sweet and gets straight to the point, because that’s the easiest way for Ratio to express his emotions, even if it’s often detrimental for him and anyone else around him. However Aventurine understands him quite well, and knows that although brief, Ratio telling him to “stay alive, survive this and keep on living” is how he truly feels towards Aventurine, and that’s enough to keep him going.

Underneath Ratios carefully crafted marble facade is a man who cares so much and is so bad at expressing it and I wish the community in general, especially Aventio shippers would acknowledge that more. Ratios true moments of sincerity are brief, but they are anything but stoic. Let the man be soft, it’s in character.

[humbuns]

quick commission for my dear friend @obm-avenquire 🌿

[kuniihoonii]

what about aventurine who’s bratty, selfish and demanding in bed…. just laying in bed with spread legs making u do everything, and u better do a good job fucking his brains out or he’ll get bored 🙂‍↕️ he’ll suck ur dick but only bc he likes doing it and even then he’ll finger himself… aventurine who is a bossy bottom at first but then gets put in his place perhaps crying and whimpering and bent in half 🤔🤔🤔🤔

This!! Honestly I think at first he will act all bossy but once he's getting dicked down so good to the point he's going dumb, he won't be as bossy anymore <3.

A thought I did have was him riding reader and acting like he's the one in charge but as soon as reader starts fucking up into him he'll break.. like he's about to say something bratty and then you give him a harsh thrust <3 having him collapse on you from how rough your thrust is <3. BUT since we're talking about Aventurine who'd make you do all the work, Ill focus on that <3.

He'd be laying on the bed with his legs spread telling you to hurry up already. Threatening that he'll just leave if you don't fuck him. So when you finish prepping him, thrust into him with one move, he'll get taken aback for a second but he'll put his facade back on. "Oh finally, I thought you'd never do it" he'd roll his eyes while saying that.. it's almost as if he's trying to get in your nerves just to get you to be rough with him.

Maybe you should just gag him if he keeps talking back. Or flip him over with his ass up and face in the pillow, pushing his face into the pillows by tugging his hair which would end up with his moans being muffled <3. He loves it all so fucking much. He'll finally start shutting up as he goes dumb. He might try throwing some more bratty comments so just give him a harsh thrust and he'll shut up. Oh and maybe edge him a bit <3 ruin his orgasm a couple times too as a punishment for being so impatient and selfish <3. He might (will) just end up crying and begging you to let him cum, maybe even apologise <3.

Nowww if he's sucking your cock he will tease you. Giving you kitten licks and not sucking you off properly because he finds it entertaining how you get annoyed with him. Tie his hands behind his back so he can't touch himself <3. He'll act like it doesn't affect him but it does, it turns him on even more.

Pull on his hair and have him take your dick all the way down his throat <3. He loves it so much when you handle him like this, fucking his throat so deep. And even though his hands are tied behind his back he trusts you enough that you won't actually harm him. He trusts you know his limits, how far to push him with the deepthroating.

Push him down more so his nose is touching your lower abdomen <3 hold him there for a bit before releasing his head. He'll pull back panting for air and looking up at you with teary eyes, his tongue sticking out to show that he's ready for more <3. Oh and cumming down his throat <333 he'll take it all so well, moaning at the taste and the feeling of your hot cum shooting into his mouth <3.

Do keep fucking him until he's a begging, crying mess. Then go to aftercare and clean him up <3. Give him so much love please 🙁.

[madhatter1496]

Okay, let's talk about /the hug/.

I've seen everyone saying how Wednesday hugged Enid back when she saw her crying, but imo, it wasn't just that.

Now, lets recap:

Enid is the epitome of "soft" on Wednesday's eyes. The scaredy cat that isn't able to listen to her murder theories without passing out, the one who can't wolf out and whose only proof of being a werewolf is having rainbow colored claws. So yeah, THAT same Enid that gets scared of anything remotely creepy literally jumped a Hyde, just to save her. The same Hyde that has a rep for gutting and maiming half of the population in Jericho.

So, imagine seeing that soft, sweet Enid, completely covered in blood and with her face scratched open, running to hug her. As if her only priority was making sure Wednesday was okay.

When Wednesday pushes her off, she /sees/ her bloody face that will remain permanently scarred and all she founds there is relief.

The only reason Enid didn't die was because Sheriff Galpin distracted his son by shooting him, giving her an opening to push him back. That girl put her life on the line for Wednesday without even thinking it twice, because in her words "You don't have to ask. Thats what friends do."

Those. Are not just friends. Those are best friends for life.

[marragurl]

We’ve all basically agreed that Aventurine’s boss form is a transformation, like there’s no other explanation for how our short king suddenly gains height (other than his heels of course)

BUT

Unlike fellow magical girl Childe Ajax Tartaglia, we never actually saw Aventurine’s transformation!

(WE WERE FUCKING ROBBED, YOU KNOW IT WOULD HAVE BEEN THE MOST DRAMATIC ASS TRANSFORMATION SEQUENCE, I WILL NOT BACK DOWN FROM THE AVENTURINE LIKES MAGICAL GIRLS HEADCANON)

So until they actually show us the damn thing, or give us a different Stoneheart’s transformation, I’m gonna have some fun and headcanon that no actually, it’s not a transformation. To keep up his dramatics and acts, my boy instead just lugs around a whole-ass costume to change into whenever he needs to do a quick boss fight.

(Ratio constantly nags him about why he always has so much luggage, it’s because of this. He needs all 152 costume pieces and those things take up space Ratio, let a man express himself, damn. A whole suitcase is dedicated to just the shoes since his heels hide extra stilts in them to give him the height advantage. Ratio is always silently judging him whenever he changes, but in the sense that he can’t believe that this is the love of his life and of course he’ll help zip up the back, stop whining Aventurine)

I’m just imagining him making that dramatic announcement to the Astral Express all “come and find me” and then quickly rushing to get into the outfit and make sure his hair and accessories are all in place before they show up. The whole reason he was giving that dramatic speech in 2.1 was because the crew arrived too early and he was rushing to get into those ridiculous boots of his and he needed to buy time fast. Ratio was in the back operating an out of sight crane to constantly keep Aventurine floating in the air.

So following that train of thought, headcanon that all Stoneheart boss forms are just the Stoneheart’s being dramatic as fuck for the aesthetic OR if it turns out that no one else has a cool boss form, then Aventurine is the only one who does this whole thing because he’s a dramatic king.

(HOYO better actually show us the magical girl transformation, THERE HAS TO BE A MAGICAL TRANSFORMATION, HOYO PLEASE I NEED MAGICAL GIRL AVENTURINE THAT’S ALL I’M ASKING PLEASE)

YOU CANNOT LOOK AT THIS AND NOT VIVIDLY IMAGINE HIM SWIPING HIS HAND ACROSS HIS FACE WHILE HIS MASK FORMS THAT IS SUCH A CLASSIC MAGICAL GIRL TRANSFORMATION MOVE PLEASE

[anonymous-cupcakea03]

Thinking about Ratio but he's actually really desperate for touch despite acting like he isn't and he's trying so hard to pretend he's very normal about it. Like he's pressed up to Aventurine on the couch and Aventurine's stopped petting his hair and he's just holding back tears because he can't bring himself to ask Aventurine to continue

[flower-yi]

OKAY SO…. the one where you run your fingers through their hair? aventurine 🤫 (also forgive me if it’s kinda long…)

why? because it reminds him of how a mother stokes the first few strands of their child. or how a sister brushes hair from their siblings eye when they play. aventurine as a child has this messy tussled hair— something about not being put together is so vulnerable.

anyways, as he lies their on the couch, you reading a book, your hands subconsciously running through his blond locks- he stops.

there is a poem i read by Dilruba Ahmed called ‘Phase One’ and the ending part hits so deep. I suggest you read the rest of the poem yourself!!

I forgive you. For growing

a capacity for love that is great

but matched only, perhaps, by your loneliness. For being unable

to forgive yourself first so you

could forgive others and

at last find a way to become

the love that you want in this world.

He won’t say anything, simply silence. and in those twilight hours, does he unravel and silently say ‘i love you’

13. Playing your fingers through their hair while sitting next to them on the couch. | "I forgive you, for growing a capacity for love that is great but matched only, perhaps, by your loneliness; for being unable to forgive yourself first so you could then forgive others and, at last, find a way to become the love you want in this world." — Phase One, Dilruba Ahmed

For all that he is, and for all that he wants to be (even if he is what he wants to be), Aventurine's pristine appearance buries beneath the child that is unkempt, unpolished, ragged. He wears clothes bearing the names of talented designers in the cosmos; has a watch from some pricey brand you fail to recall; is clad with shoes that touch the ground with a resounding clack, clack, clack because they are made from materials you would not see, as a regular citizen, in their lifetime.

Aventurine is always dressed to the nines, similarly strutting like a peacock with its tail raised: all thousand eyes darted and watching you, an observer, stare back.

Yet, in the arms of a beloved, the untouchable does not remain untouchable, and instead, becomes vulnerable, like shedding armor after a deadly battle. His head lays on your lap, while you idle your time away, nose buried in a book he's gotten you the other day. Time is often a luxury, and what time spent here just staring at you can be spent elsewhere making money, hungry for more, and greedy for everything, but you are here; simply unaware, or just blissfully ignorant that every second sitting here is wasted.

But you don't have that mentality, do you? You've lived life with no urgency to it. Failure falls upon you, and you decide it's okay to stumble. There is no moments where you have to sit and lap at your wounds, because there was nothing for you to get hurt from; nothing to heal from.

Your fingers course through hair normally styled, perfect, and, to you, the simple act is nothing. You've known security from the start, and he's yet to be familiar with it. Perhaps he's slowly doing so, because, when that realization comes to him, it stings.

It stings his eyes, and he turns his head away from you.

(You know more than you do. When Kakavasha turns, hot liquid staining your pajamas, you innocently swipe a thumb over his eyes to wipe away the tears. You let him weep, silently.)

[nerd-at-sea5]

it sounds cooler.

based on a discord rant idea; i can picture sorsha introducing kit to jade and the moment she leaves kit grins and goes 'call me kit. its cooler.' and jade, who shouldn't get it but they get it, nods and says 'ok kit, what do you want to do today?' and it's simple and easy and soon enough it's all they would answer too

aka. kit and jade growing up, falling in love, and ignoring events of canon bc i can :) the ages of the segments are how old kit is, jade is about 6 months to a year older in my head

cw - dysphoria, periods, unsafe binding, broken bones

they/them kit, they/she jade (also in this their both written to have adhd. :)

eight years old

jade is sparring with a straw dummy when she sees them for the first time, long brown hair tied back in a braid, curious eyes, and a smile that looked like the ones they'd read about in old books that jade can't remember the name of.

the kid looks like someone who'd get her in loads of trouble, so, naturally they shoot a grin at them and wave them over.

sadly, she dosen't get the chance to introduce herself before queen sorsha steps into the room, jade scrambles back, dropping to a knee, watching the other kid from the corner of their eye.

they've marched forward with a defeated look on their face, "hi mom." and jade almost falls off their knee.

sorsha nods to her child, and then to jade, who shakily stands, a small wave to the brunette. "jade, correct?" she nods, "this is my daughter, kathrine."

"hi kathrine."

kathrine nods at them, "hey jade." a beat of silence, and jade is about to ask kindly to go back to her room before, "wanna go play outside?"

and their mouth is forming the words "sure, why not?" faster than jade can think.

kathrine looks up at their mom, "please, please, please, pleas-"

sorsha nods, as jade stifles as laugh, she's never seen a child so happy to be able to go outside, it's nice, they think. kathrine's smile is nice, it makes jade want to smile and smile and never stop.

the queen leaves, and a small hand is extended, "call me kit. it's cooler."

maybe it's because jade can see the way their eyes flick down when called 'kathrine', maybe it's because when she thinks back on it, she's never seen the princess in anything that resembles a dress, and maybe it's because when jade made eye contact with kath-kit, for the first time, something clicked in them. they understood it, even if they didn't understand why they understood it.

there was something. a common ground, and even if thinking about it made jade's head hurt, she liked the idea of doing what she wanted. maybe having a friend.

"ok kit, what do you want to do today?"

those brown eyes practically sparkle as their hand closes around jade's, "everything, duh."

"we'd best get a move on then!"

ten years old

"kit?! did you take my book again?" jade calls out, running down the hallway of the palace before slamming into kit's bedroom door and sending it flying open, kit's hands diapering beneath the pillow. "ok, look-"

"kit tanthalos."

"oh crap."

with a laugh, jade hurls a pillow at the other, "that one is my favorite, give it back!"

kit groans, grabbing the book and gently handing it to jade, "you never want to do anything with me anymore."

jade laughs, flopping onto the bed next to kit, "that's not true, i did things with you yesterday." "yeah but that was so long ago!!"

"you've been doing things all day you know."

kit's face falls, and they roll onto a shoulder, "yeah. my mom's making me take these stupid classes to learn about how...uh" they made a vague gesture at their body, "works." kit's hands flap in discomfort as they finish.

jade shivers, scrunching up their face as they grimace. "i had to take that. not fun." "agreed, i say we ignore it. then it never happens." jade giggles, holding up her pinky, "deal."

kit's warm hands slot into her's, and jade grins before they can stop themself. "deal."

twelve years old

jade is sitting on kit's bed, toying with a small marble, when the door bursts open and kit storms in, not noticing jade before falling to the floor and hugging their knees to their chest. "kit?"

the smaller shakes their head and holds themself harder while jade tries to ignore the way their heart seems to beat faster and faster the more she watches kit cry on the floor.

"what's goin' on?"

kit's voice comes out muffled by their knees, "lift up your head."

they do so, and jade's hand finds kit's on it's own accord. she didn't put it there intentionally.

"it happened."

jade almost questions it, before their brain supplies a memory from months before, an embarrassed statement from jade, face almost as red as her hair when kit gives a hesitant congrats, before grimacing. apologizing. they remember shrugging "suffer with me in a year or so."

"never."

"oh." then they smile, "kit. you got your period, you didn't die."

"i think it's the same thing."

jade rolls her eyes, all while pulling kit closer to them, "why?"

the two are so close jade can practically feel kit's heartbeat speeding up, "i just...my mom said i'm 'posed to feel like a woman now. i just feel less like myself than i should. that doesn't make sense, does it?"

"it does-" jade's words form before they can stop, but it does make sense. all the books they read never mentioned anything about feeling like this wasn't supposed to happen. like it wasn't meant for them.

but they can't explain that, she can't tell kit that they spent hours crying after, hours trying to convince themself that it was a mistake.

nothing they did would help. the feeling of their own skin not fitting stuck and never seemed to fully escape. maybe jade was supposed to be a woman, but in some part of their brain they knew that this had just made them realize they were never going to be one.

"it makes a lot of sense. can i sleep over tonight?"

and kit was never one to say no to jade.

fourteen years old

"shit! shit, shit shit."

jade drops down onto her bed, tears tracking down her face onto the tank top like fabric they'd sown together.

the same material used for wrapping injuries, compressing them....but on a larger scale.

and realistically, jade knows they have less than thirty minutes till kit will burst in and drag them out to spar.

so, she should stop sitting shirtless on their bed, and put the cloth on. they should. stand up, and pull it over.

so they stand, suck in their breath, and finally, slip the material over their head, struggling a bit to pull over their chest-but after minimal readjusting and shifting how it lays on them, jade pulls on a loose shirt, and turns back to face her mirror.

standing sideways, even pulling the shirt taunt against their chest-you can see nothing. everything is completely flat.

jade lets out a breath they didn't realize they were holding, smiling uncontrollably as they hop up and down a few times, snapping excitedly.

it's a slight surprise at the effort it takes to inhale after, but they brush it off, not wanting to take the cloth off. it feels good. it feels like jade.

for the first time that jade can remember-kit might be beating her fair. and it's not because they've managed to best jade, but rather-jade feels like they're drowning with her feet on the stone and their head above water.

they can't pull in enough air to their lungs because the cloth is making it harder and harder to expand their chest.

jade stumbles back, and as they shift to throw up an elbow in order to defend against kit's oncoming kick, she runs out of air and sends it to high, letting kit's leg slide under their arm and slam into jade's chest.

instantly, searing pain shoots through their entire chest and jade falls onto their back, screaming in pain.

"fuck! jade, what-i'm so sorry, i'm sorry-are you okay?!"

jade barley has a moment to process how hard their crying, how stupid they must look, when kit's running away, only to return seconds later with arik, who takes one look at jade-sobbing on the floor with her arms around her chest, and gently lifts them up.

"what did you two do?!"

jade can't hear kit's response over the feeling of white hot fire being poured directly into their chest cavity.

the realization hits them as arik's lying her down in their bed, and kit's dragging ballantine into the room; this isn't good.

neither kit nor arik will leave not until ballantine is practically yelling at arik to go get a nurse, and jade can feel his hands on their back, trying to roll them over-each finger pressing onto them is like a thousand shards of glass stabbing into their skin, "stop!"

kit shoves ballantine's hands away, and looks back down at jade, the most concern and distraught expression jade's ever seen on their friend clear as day, "it's your chest right? i kicked you. i think i broke your rib."

jade can feel her face shift into shock as kit continues, "it's fine, remember when arik fell off his horse last year? same thing. but, we have to take off your shirt to see the damage, is that ok?" kit's voice is soft, scared even-and ballantine steps away and turns, allowing the kids (mainly jade) privacy, "it's going to hurt" kit comments, "so squeeze my leg, as hard as you want. alright?" jade nods, letting kit slowly undo the buttons of their training shirt, hesitantly gripping the others knee as each sends a shockwave of pain.

"you can go harder than that, i'm not as weak as you think."

jade nods, and kit pauses, locking eyes with them, "i'm so sorry."

as jade is about to shake their head, 'no, no it's alright.' but then there's a movement, and then a burst of pain so badly she punches out blindly, first connecting with something hard, and kit screams out; "OH MOTHER FUCKER GOOD GOD FUCKING MOTHER OF ELORA DANAN OW JADE. HOW ARE YOU SO STRONG."

apparently the hard thing jade's first had connected with was in fact, kit's kneecap. said kneecap was already red and by any guess based on how red kit's face was-jade had punched harder than they meant.

"i'm sorr-" "don't. payback."

jade nods, wincing slightly but smiling at the way kit grins, "i got your shirt off." and so they did.

jade's shirt is off. kit can see what they did.

"kit i-"

"i got a nurse-OH GOD."

arik spins around, clapping a hand over his eyes, and shuffles over to join ballantine in the corner, "i'm so sorry j."

"'s fine."

kit's eyebrows knit together in confusion as the nurse bends next to jade, but before she can speak, kit's eyes slip to jade's again, they've always been unnaturally good at reading her. "skip the lecture. just help."

and if jade could spin them around in thanks, they would.

the nurse sighs, "it looks like a broken rib, but in order to bandage and fix it i'd have to cut this off of you, it's much to tight to be taken off properly."

jade's cheeks color, mumbling an apology as embarrassment floods them.

of course this was a bad idea, they can't change what's set in stone. jade claymore is a girl. right?

she's supposed to be one, so why does she never fully feel like such? why is she more ok with just not. just existing?

maybe they'd never be able to explain it, but they know. at least they get it themself.

kit makes a strange motion before blushing, "i'll go stand wi-"

"bend down, take my hand and close your eyes." jade instructs, not letting the royal finish, "do what now?"

she sighs painfully, "you're staying. but i don't want you....y'know. seeing anything. so, eyes." and then they hesitate, "i'll explain later."

kit grins, closing their eyes and taking jade's hand, "you don't have to, i get it."

sixteen years old

if you asked jade to think about how long they've loved kit, you'd get 3 different answers.

the first one, given to people who's names go in one ear and out the other, over the royal dinner tables when kit is forced to talk to someone else (much to the royal's dismay) is as follows, "forever i think, we basically grew up together. they're my best friend, i've loved them as long as i've known them."

the second, for friends and family spoken hesitantly, breaking eye contact, laying under the stars with dove and gray when arik and kit we're too busy to be with them, "nine years old. the first time kit snuck into my room, they fell right onto the floor and bounced up with a giant smile and a bag full of cookies. that's when i started falling in love with them."

and the last, reserved for only kit-even though they never know, that jade's played out in thousands of impossible scenarios in their head night after night, daydream after daydream is this, "i don't care how long i've loved you, because it's to intricate to unwind, but i know that i won't go a day or night without loving you, or a moment where i won't want you by my side. i'm going to love you until i'm gone and long after that."

in reality, that never happends.

kit's warm hand is closed around jade's as the pair sprints past the tree line, laughing and almost tripping on the tall grass, they stop, and jade catches kit by their collar before they fall, pulling them back, pulling them much to close.

"sorry i-"

but kit's eyes spark in joy, and all of a sudden, jade finds themself against a tree, "spar with me?"

they freeze, blood rushing to their cheeks, as she nods, and kit grins, stepping back and letting jade throw the first punch.

it was a set up from the beginning, and it makes jade question how good they are at figuring out traps.

a kick to the back of kit's knees, the brunette landing on the ground and groaning, jade offering a hand up, kit's legs sweeping jade's out until their straddling her, leaning-hovering above them.

"i love you."

jade's breath catches in their throat, for a moment they think they might be loosing their mind-but then kit's staring at them and their staring back, "i am. and have been for some time," her voice drops, jade thinks back to all the times that they've dreamt of this, planned out what they'd say, "just...." and drops all of it, "totally, ridiculously, desperately, in love with you."

kit's face breaks into a giant smile, and jade can feel their own cheeks breaking apart as well, "yeah?"

"yeah."

kit opens their mouth, and as if jade can read their mind, "shut up and do something about it."

kit smirks, leaning down, their necklace catching on jade's lip as they blush, and finally, press a kiss to jade's lips.

[nerd-at-sea5]

think of smoke, think of campfires, think of stars you can only dream of touching, think of the body next to you, waiting for you to sit back down and hold you again

you watch them stand a little straighter, watch them harden their eyes, watch them grow a little more into their own skin in only a few months - it's starting to fit them like a comfortable hoodie.

you want to shield them from all the bad parts of you, pick them up and carry them away, run as far as you can, 'don't let them see me please, i can't, i don't want them to have to see this, they won't see me as good anymore' but all the words get caught in your throat, because the truth is easier, 'ok. stay.'

they ask you for help with themself, finding out who they are. they ask you about school, about what comes next. they ask and they ask and they ask - and you'll never stop answering them, you'll never stop sharing with them, you'll never stop.

think of younger you, think of siblings, think over and over and never stop thinking about them

my blood is not theirs. it doesn't need to be.

'i don't like people who fuck with my family.' 'family?' 'yeah, were you ever anything else?'

Can you describe someone you love? (Please do.)

[ironunderstands]

Ngl I feel like some ratiorine artists don’t like or care about Dr. Ratio at all

Like I don’t really want to shit on the reverse lane because there is appeal there and most of you guys are chill, but it’s really annoying when you’re looking for Aventio/Ratiorine fanart and like… they just don’t understand Ratio for shit.

I don’t mean minor things either, I mean making him the embodiment of this image

Idk at this point some of yall should just make OCs because I’m kinda tired of 1/2 of a ship I like getting their character microwaved because people like Aventurine significantly more than him so they just turn Ratio into some stereotypical shitty bl webtoon top because actually taking 5 seconds to make sure he’s in character doesn’t matter to people who don’t give a shit about him anyways.

I’m not really asking for a change, like do what makes you happy ig, but I’m just annoyed and laying my grievances out because goddamn is this a pattern I am sick and tired of.

Badly characterized Ratio already makes me tweak out, but when it’s your own community man 😞 like yall were supposed to get him why are we here.

Also I want to rant about how fucking gross and downright evil the slavery fetishizing content is but that’s a more serious conversation for another time.

[juilek]

I can't decide which one I like more 😅

Originals:

Edits:

[fire-lizard-ro]

Ah yes. I've come to inquire about a certain blond fellow with the pretty eyes. Aventurine

So here's my bit. Reader is going through a break up with Aventurine and then they make up. I'm writing this while attention (females perspective)is playing in my mind. Maybe you could like incorporate it into the ask. Because I'm thinking in a way that the reader is trying to get Aventurines attention whilst keeping him at a distance. Sor of cat and mouse. And he's buying into it though he's much prefer without the sneakiness.

Also I hope this asks finds you in good spirits and a joyful mood. Caio.

Okay, okay- I have no clue what attention is. A song? I’m not good at this game help-

Anyways I will try my best.

Thank you sm for the ask. 🫶

I really do love this twinky little blond man and I’m happy to be writing about him.

It’s like two in the morning rn and I’m rambling here to distract myself from things. ANY!!! WAYS!!!

No gender is mentioned for the reader.

CW: exactly one (1) 2.1 spoiler (Aventurine’s real name- It’s at the very end), break up-make up time, mild angst bc ofc there is it’s Aventurine, hurt/comfort, happy ending hehe 🫶

Writing under the cut (SFW):

You couldn’t help but smile as you saw a certain someone’s nickname flashing across your screen. Right on time.

Though you supposed he knew what you were doing. After all, Aventurine is smart. Even if he didn’t realize it right away, he had to know by now.

You picked up the phone.

“Well hello, stranger. To what do I owe the honor?” It was hard to keep the sly lilt and inflection out of your voice when you knew he was definitely gripping his phone tightly on the other end of the line.

“I’m sure you know, dear. You’re slick but not that slick. You’ll have to do better than that to outplay me,” Aventurine said, his voice still fixed in that unhurried cadence and unbothered tone like usual despite the situation.

You rested your cheek on a hand and leaned back in your seat with a smile. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. In any case, it’s a bit odd of you to call me. After all, we did break up. You remember that, I’m sure.”

You could practically hear the leather of his gloves crunching (is it crunching I forgot-) as he clenched a fist, keeping hold of his restraint.

The two of you had been dancing around each other like cat and mouse. Though at this point, who was the cat and who was the mouse was anyone’s guess.

Despite having gotten to the point of breaking up, you ended up missing him a lot. And thus you began the dance only to find his hand already waiting for you. It was unspoken that you both wanted the same thing. But every time he drew closer, you’d pull back. A frustrating back and forth that seemed to confuse him. Aventurine was sure you wanted him back. And yet you never let the cat finally catch his prey. Why? He didn’t get it.

“Oh sweetheart- Let’s not keep pretending, yes? I know you’ve been trying to catch my attention. You can’t hide your intentions.”

“Seems it’s working, then.”

It was true. You had been doing things to keep Aventurine’s eyes on you. Despite playing a game of keep away with him with how you’d draw him in and push him away, you didn’t want him looking at anyone else. At the same time, you weren’t sure if you’d truly be willing to get together again. What if the train went off the tracks again? The first time had been rough enough with the two of you waging a passive aggressive war and pointedly ignoring each other at some points.

And thus, this odd little game of yours. One that Aventurine was growing tired of it he had finally called you.

“Let’s talk in person, shall we?” “What-?”

A knock at the door. No fucking way- You opened the door to see your favorite the blond man himself.

“Hiya, darling dearest~”

“Aventurine.”

“No need to be like that. I was serious about that talk.” He then pulled a bouquet of your favorite flowers out from behind his back. “For you,” Aventurine said with that stupid charming smirk of his. You squinted at him for a moment before accepting the flowers with a huff and a faux annoyed, “Fine.”

You were a bit conflicted. You were excited that he was here. Especially because he seemed desperate enough to actually seek you out and talk to you in person. But at the same time this was not something you calculated or expected to happen.

“I know you’re glad to see me. You don’t have to pretend,” he practically purred as you shot a glare over your shoulder, still keeping up appearances. “Oh but of course- I’m absolutely just tickled pink.”

Aventurine chuckled, tipping his head down to look at you over his shades, lids low and eyes practically glowing. “You always did have a way with words, sweetheart.”

He then took off the sunglasses (and oh that was another stupid, dorky little thing about him you found oddly endearing- shades inside a building- stupid silly adorable man-) and plopped down on your couch while you put the flowers down on the counter in the kitchen. You’d deal with them later. For now you had him to deal with. You sat in the chair instead of the couch. He pouted playfully about it, but didn’t comment. “I’ll cut to the chase- I want you back. And I know you want me back, too. I just can’t figure out why you’re leading me closer and then shoving me away. I’m starting to get the feeling you just like my attention. But even so- We both know the truth. So why don’t you just give in, lovely? I know you want to,” he said, surprisingly not using the old song and dance of leading someone around to get the information he wanted. He didn’t talk in circles and didn’t even seem all that flirty despite his words. He was… oddly serious.

“And what about the reason we broke up before?” You didn’t even try to pretend anymore. Aventurine has always been able to see right through you. That ability had clearly not gone anywhere. “I can’t make promises, but we can talk. We’ll work something out. I’ll even compromise on it.” Compromise was not an Aventurine word. Any deals he made were made in his favor without the other person even knowing what they were going to lose. Your incredulity must have been showing on your face more than you thought because he laughed lightly, the sound somehow dry- tired and heavy. “I see that look. I’m serious, baby. I’m sorry I ever let you go. You’re the only one who stayed. The only one who has stuck around. I need you. I’ll give it all to you. My attention, my trust, my… my heart, even. You don’t have to play these games to make me want you.”

Now you feel a bit guilty. But at the same time, elated. Even before you broke up, he never once brought up matters of trust and love. He seemed far too uncomfortable even edging around the topic. But now Aventurine was the first one to bring it up.

You said nothing but silently stood. And his eyes dimmed, waiting for disappointment. But then you walked over and sat next to him, pulling him into a hug. “I missed you, Aven.”

He let out a shaky sigh and wrapped you up in his embrace, arms tight around you.

“Kakavasha.”

“What?”

“You should tell me, ‘I missed you, Kakavasha,’” he (Kakavasha?) said, his voice was shaky with emotion.

“I… I missed you, Kakavasha.”

“And I love you, sweetheart.”

[thatoneneuvichiliauthor]

I've made some progress on the Snake Aventurine AU today, so I thought I'd share a piece of it with all of you!

[aurae-rori]

CSM AVENTIO AU short snippet

"Doctor," Aventurine says, as they stand there on their apartment balcony together. "What is your opinions on humans?"

"Where is this coming from?" Ratio scoffs, leaning on the railings. His irises widen, almost like a cat's, adjusting to the dark. His horns peak slightly out of his hair. He yawns, and with the light that Aventurine's lighter casts on their balcony, he can catch the way Ratio's fangs glint.

"Curiosity," Aventurine replies, and pulls out his next cigarette, placing it in front of the awaiting flame. It comes to life immediately, and he inhales it, then exhales, watching the smoke from his cigarette fade away into the dying night's sky.

"If you wish to know what I have already stated multiple times," Ratio says, "I think most humans are mediocre. They do not think for themselves. Their critical thinking skills.. gone." He glances at Aventurine's cigarettes. "Stop smoking. It'll kill you, eventually."

"Ah-ah-ah," Aventurine laughs, tilting his head back when he does. He then takes another drag. "That's the point, Doc."

"You are destroying yourself," Ratio observes, his gaze analytical.

The devil hunter grins.

The fiend stares back.

"Of course I'm destroying myself," he says. "It's a key human trait."

"I take back my observation from earlier," Ratio says instead, perfectly impassive, and yet, Aventurine can see the way his teeth grind together in the dim lighting. "Most humans are mediocre, but you are a self-sacrificial idiot."

"You've got me all figured out, don't you?" Aventurine asks with a wide, wide smile. It feels fake. It's like molten plastic on his face.

"No," Ratio replies. "I will figure you out, though."

"Good luck, fiend." It feels like a challenge. This is Aventurine's bet. He is a man of good luck - his contract to the Devil of Fortune deems it so, after all. He's been doomed since he was born, a lucky, lucky child despite the fact that Misfortune was brought to everyone around him.

Ratio will be the next to fall.

He doesn't seem bothered, though.

He grins back, all sharp teeth and inhuman eyes.

"In the pursuit of knowledge," the fiend of knowledge says, "I thank you for your luck. I won't need it."

Aventurine had known that this fiend - the fiend of knoweldge, the representation of human's fear of knowledge - would be interesting. In the way that he seemed to 'propagate' his own fear by teaching others, from the way that he enjoyed giving his knowledge to others, studying things - he was much more different then what Aventurine had in mind when it had been announced that the fiend of knowledge wanted to work with Public Safety.

However, for some reason, he was also... the perfect embodiment of knowledge. He knew too much. Inspired fear with the way he stared at people.

But not Aventurine.

Aventurine was never afraid of knowledge.

It seems that Dr. Ratio isn't afraid of misfortune, either. Maybe he believes that his knowledge will allow him to navigate the situation.

However the dice rolls..

It will be interesting.

"Here's to our new partnership," the gambler says, instead, holding up another cigarette for the fiend.

Doctor Ratio rolls his eyes, and pushes Aventurine's cigarette back towards him. His hands are warm. Almost... human.

"Keep your cigarette, gambler," he says. "I'm not intent on destroying myself in my own pursuit for knowledge, or the future. I also won't bet everything when I'm trying to achieve my goals." And then, without another word, he leaves the balcony, door sliding shut behind him as he pads back into the apartment.

Aventurine stands out there, in the cold, smoke tumbling from his lit cigarette, and the unlit one still in his other hand.

This will be interesting.