#bittersweet

[yuurivoice]

If you had to pick a song that best describes each chapter of BitterSweet, what would they be! You're doing awesome YV! Keep up the great work!!

Overall: Sweet Tooth by Scott Helman

Chapter 1: The Sailor Song by Autoheart

Chapter 2: I Want To Come Back Home by Blue October

Chapter 3: Move Me by Badflower

Chapter 4: Coal by Dylan Gossett, Coal Makes Diamonds by Blue October

[sleeplessdreamer14]

me upon hearing @yuurivoice is writing chapter 4 of bittersweet

[possumeneb]

I just realized no one did fan casting for the yuurivoice boys so I decided to do some for alphonso Seth and Auron 😊

Under the cut

[violetaquadelight]

🔸️💠Don't forget me💠🔸️

[explicette]

[porcelaingrrl2000]

[sariphantom]

Rise August 2024 Day 5: Prison Dimension

That one scene in the movie that emotionally DESTROYED the entire fandom

[w3irdoartist]

The higher the stack, the greater the cowboy.

(Note: I'm finally free from uni for a bit. Les get cracking.)

[aventurineswife]

aventurine x reader, but they both worked in the IPC together, until Reader faked their death to escape it. Aventurine kinda loses himself for a bit, but is sent on another planetary mission (idk what ipc assignments are called 😔) he notices one of the citizens looks a bit too much like a previous friend

Reader realizes Aventurine found them, and feeling too scared to face him after never saying goodbye, warning or anything, they run off to a secluded area aven follows them to, and boom we get angsty argument, bittersweet love confession, and happy or sad ending up to u!!

i hope this made sense

The Gamble of Lost Hearts | Part 1

Summary: After faking your death to escape the IPC and live a quiet life, You encounters Aventurine years later on a remote planet. Desperate to avoid facing him after leaving without a word, You run, but Aventurine tracks you down to demand answers.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, angst, reunion, faked death, confrontation, bittersweet, passionate kiss, unresolved feelings, hurt/comfort, happy ending.

Warnings: Intense emotions, mention of grief and faked death, brief argument, bittersweet themes, kissing.

A/N: Thank for the request, Anon! Of course it made sense and I hope you like it!! I decided to go for a happy ending but lmk if you want a sad ending too 😇🤭

(Part 2)

The tall silhouette of the IPC headquarters still felt like a ghostly shadow looming over you, even on this remote planet. You'd spent years running from it, from him, leaving behind everything you knew to escape the endless cycles of high-stakes deals and veiled dangers. Faking your death was your only way out. A drastic choice, but one that had kept you free.

For the most part, it had worked. You’d blended into a quiet, new life here, far from the frenetic energy and luxurious intrigue of IPC. But today was different. A mission had arrived from IPC. You hadn’t realized who would be leading it—hadn’t dared to imagine he would come to this far-flung place.

And yet, here you were, ducking down behind market stalls, holding your breath every time he brushed past. His sandy-blond hair, elegant stance, and that gambler’s grin that still haunted your memories—it was all here. And with him came a flood of feelings you'd kept buried for years.

Somewhere along the winding paths of this new city, you’d slipped. He'd caught sight of you, and that glimmer in his eyes told you he knew.

You didn’t waste time running. You veered down alleyways, taking shortcuts and dodging through side streets, ignoring the heart pounding in your chest. The cliffside path outside the city led to a hidden grove where you’d often retreat to watch the waves crash far below. Maybe there, he would lose your trail.

But there was no outrunning someone like him.

“Quite the bold tactic—faking your own death,” His smooth voice sounded just as you remembered, laced with that same easy charm but edged with something new—something raw. “Did you think I wouldn’t find you?”

You took a breath before facing him, his piercing gaze pinning you down as soon as you met his eyes. He stood mere steps away, looking as striking as ever, the faint roulette motif on his overcoat catching the last of the setting sun.

“Aventurine, I…” The words failed you. How could you explain years of silence? Of leaving him to mourn?

“I grieved you, you know.” His voice was soft, nearly breaking. “I searched, hoping it was all some misstep. Until the day I accepted you were…gone.”

The ache in his words stung worse than you’d anticipated. “I didn’t have a choice...” you whispered, but your words sounded feeble, empty even to yourself.

“No choice?” Aventurine scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping him. “We were supposed to be partners, weren’t we? You could have trusted me.” He took a step forward, anger blazing in his eyes. “But instead, you turned me into a fool. For years, I mourned a ghost while you built this quiet little life on the fringes.”

“You don’t understand,” you argued, feeling that familiar pang in your chest. “It wasn’t just about leaving IPC. I couldn’t… If I stayed, I would’ve lost myself. That place…it consumed everything.”

“And you think I don’t know that?” Aventurine’s voice softened, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face, a tender gesture that held the weight of all the things left unsaid between you. “Do you think I didn’t want to leave with you?”

You swallowed hard, caught off guard by his words. The idea of Aventurine—the gambler, the thrill-seeker—longing to escape had never crossed your mind. But here he was, his eyes reflecting a deep sadness that mirrored your own.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, the sincerity in your voice mixing with the regret that had gnawed at you all these years. “But I couldn’t drag you down with me.”

“You didn’t give me the choice.” he whispered, voice barely above a murmur. His eyes searched yours, desperate to find a reason, a justification that could somehow absolve the pain he’d carried all this time. And then, with a hint of frustration, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a fierce, desperate kiss. It wasn’t gentle—it was raw, full of the emotions he’d held back, the years he’d spent believing you were lost.

The kiss stole the words from your mouth, every excuse, every apology dissolving in the intensity of that single, electric moment.

When he pulled back, his hand still lingered at the side of your face, thumb tracing the faint line of your jaw as he gazed at you with a newfound resolve. “If you run again, I’m coming with you.” he murmured, his voice steadier now.

You met his gaze, realizing he meant it. There would be no more running, no more hiding. Aventurine wouldn’t let you.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promised softly, the weight of your words sinking between you both. “Not without you.”

A flicker of a smile returned to his lips, tempered by the hurt that had yet to fully heal but brightened by the glimmer of hope that you could finally face whatever came next—together.

[yuurivoice]

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[parasolladyansy]

One Extra Guest

“I am Emmet. Thank you for allowing me to bring Ingo with us here today.”

This image has been in my head for a little while, as I approach an anniversary of when I lost someone, & when I’d consider what the twins meant to Ansy. When I first started DxP REWRITE, I really didn’t expect the twins to mean so much to Ansy (& by extension, me). They honestly feel like an extra set of brothers to her - if not now, definitely by the end of this story ;u;

So when Emmet asked if he could come in Ingo’s tux to bring his twin with him to the wedding, it only made sense that she & Ikrit would agree even if his own tux fit the wedding colors perfectly lol. Those who knew had bittersweet smiles (Elesa probably would’ve also shed a tear) but overall it was a very heartfelt gesture that made the day extra special. 🩵

This also lets me picture a more perfect wedding for Ansy than the one I had as a COVID bride who got dehydrated & almost passed out before we could cut the cake lol (pro tip: hydrate! XD). If I could do it again, it’d be at a rainy garden atrium, still have the small guest list of our nearest & dearest, & yes, we’d get to cut the cake! 🌧️

[alizera62quartz]

Charlie the Rat Pizzaboy~

🍕🐀💕

[twentytwoarts]

the sky with stars so bright

[courtneedsatoru]

satoru gojo dreamed of you that night.

it’s been four years since he’s last seen you before you let him go. he let you let him go. not without a fight, of course— gojo did not resign, never intended to lose.

that night, you stood in front of him. you weren’t smiling, and satoru wondered if he did something wrong to hurt you. you never told him, and he never asked. but he knew from the inside that whenever you saw him, you wanted to cry inside. it hurt you to look at him, because even when he was right there with you, you seemed to only miss him more.

and then there was that curious glimpse in your eyes, and finally, finally, finally, that little quirk graced upon your lips. gojo could recognize it from a thousand miles away, even without his six eyes. his shoulders visibly sagged back down— he didn’t even realize how tense they were and that he wasn’t breathing at all. he didn’t need to breathe when you were with him anyways.

you moved first. down the black and white street, a mat of haze hovering above the city. no, no, no, you were disappearing again and that’s not allowed. this was satoru’s dream, he chooses what’s allowed and not allowed, what he can and can’t, if anything, do.

his legs moved by himself without any second thought. satoru fell into stride with you. your face was smooth, not creased with tension or worry. why did you always move ahead of him? move away to somewhere out of reach? why did you never speak to him, tell him how you were doing, if you were happier now that you were set free? why after years of being apart did he simultaneously accept and reject the absence of your existence?

his fingers twitched. they were aching, physically weighing his entire arm down unless you held his hand again so he could share that weight with you. except he couldn’t reach out. the infinity he imposed upon himself did not move with him anymore. it stood firm, keeping his arms pressed by his sides. no voice, no touch, he could only coexist with the vague impression that you left him along with the fading memories he was leaving behind. he’s forced to push forward.

the sky neared closer and closer to him, heightening his keen instincts. he panted more heavily, not because of the claustrophobia, but because he knows it’s almost time.

it had only been ten minutes at most.

and he couldn’t even say goodbye to you, to end it properly, before his eyes were blinking the stinging away. he blinked again. this time, he blinked awake. the biting cold penetrated through the blankets, and another type of cold metastasized within him, deep within his bones. he wasn’t home.

every once per year when he dreamed of you, satoru gojo’s heart weighed a little heavier in his chest. he’d wait another year and the year after that if it meant getting a chance to catch a glimpse of you in his dreams. maybe next year, he’d finally break through the infinity between you.

[fiend-streak]

I lost my 1v1 duel with Orin on purpose to see if there's anything to it - seems there is. And it's even worse than accepting Bhaal. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YsncRGRyZy8 Just dialogue with Astarion. Other than that was Bhaal calling me a failure and Sceleritas mourning.