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lowpolyshadow · 1 year

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what are your thoughts on knuckles and shadows views of eachother

im punching the floor so hard bc they very rarely interact in official media but the few times they do its like weirdly opposite ends of the spectrum re: respect

in like sonic x, knuckles fights shadow hard enough that shadow takes off his inhibitors to try and finish this quickly, but it's not quick and largely ends up DECENTLY even (knuckles is STRONG!!!!!!!!!!) which garners some respect on both ends but hilariously knuckles thinks shadow is a rude bitch (true) who doesn't even say goodbye :/ like what's up with that. come on

in stuff like team sonic racing they mostly just butt heads (hilarious) but i don't rlly think it was anything personal and more just they're both competitive people, it's their whole thing it's how their things with sonic happened etc.

in archie they also largely just fight (WHOOOOO ECLIPSE OF THE HEART ARC) with like mostly no respect until the end, not because of like fighting prowess necessarily but just like. th. the parallels. also hialrious moment where they're literally beating the shit out of each other including knux throwing shadow by the quills only for them both to fall in a river and they help each other swim to shore and catch their breaths before glaring at each other and going back at it

the twitter takeover i am so fucking obsessed with the weird casual respect they had for each other . oh the giving sonic third place. oh the telling shadow he's brave for admitting he doesn't hate sonic. oh the admiration of knuckles' beautiful rock.

anyways tldr they really don't interact much at all in the actual canon games themselves, they might genuinely never fucking talk in all of sa2, i think they're the only pair up that doesn't happen in the sonic rivals games even tho they Could've .... there's the knuckles mission in shth tho i . i largely forgot how it goes it's pretty generic iirc and they're on decent enough ribbing terms there so. they probably don't rlly think about the other much bc neither of them are the type to really Think about other people like that lul but i'm sure they would nod solemnly in greeting if they passed each other in the street

#asks #studioboner #punching the FLOOR #GODDAMMIT. GODDAMMIT! FUCK! CAN YOU TWO TALK ABOUT THE WEIRD SIMILARITIES IN YOUR PATHS IN LIFE #EXCEPT FOR WILDLY DIFFERENT OUTCOMES WHERE KNUCKLES IS WAY BETTER ADJUSTED FRANKLY GOOD FOR HIM #SHADOW SHOULD TAKE SOME ADVICE FRFR (simply live in isolation for more of ur life. well i guess shadow did do that huh)#speaking

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antirepurp · 8 months

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mild problem encountered: he's too fucking tall

#soda offers you a can #i knew the tails would absolutely be an issue but this is arguably much worse of an outcome hrngh #i already scaled him down to check the proportions btw if i scale him down further those get all fucked up #i think what needs to happen is some careful adjusting in edit mode to fix the body's height #everything else /should/ work fine enough if their locations are adjusted. i hope

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dutybcrne · 2 months

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The first time Kaeya had donned Diluc's old cavalry captain uniform, he had thrown up. Seeing himself in it had felt so wrong, it repulsed him immensely. It was too big, shoulders too broad. Moving in it felt like wearing lead weights, the fabric was all wrong, too stiff, his face didn't match it the way the Pride of the Favonian Knights and Ragnvindr heir's had.

It stank horribly of old blood and rain-soaked grass.

A part of him wonders to this day if the stench he thought he'd smelled on it was in fact all in his head. If it had been lingering guilt over Diluc's disappearance and being allowed to take his place that had affected his perception of it and his appearance in the role. Though considering the harrowing sight he'd witnessed that fateful day, he wouldn't be surprised if the smell would forever remain imprinted within the fabrics, the way that final moment would lay seared into his mind for as long as he’d live.

#hc; kaeya #//Deffo had a more conservative custom outfit at first; when he’d asked Varka if he could have one #//Wanted to wear his usual (bluer) one; but also wanted smth more Distinct bc the resemblance was still too close #//So he originally opted to want smth closer to what Jean wore at the time; also served to highlight how much closer they got at the time #//Almost hurled from the sheer nerves of that alone; then had to lie down for an hour from the RELIEF when Varka agreed #//Then the more he realized how he himself could be a bargaining chip or even use his appearance to sway an outcome/get him what he wanted #//Which wasn’t pleasant at first ofc; but he pushed to get used to it for his goals. how self-destructive he was at the time helped w that #//Then he started adjusting it more and more until it became the fit he has in present day #//Felt so strange adjustingwith each change; but he was ultimately Very happy with the end result #//Regardless of the original intention he had in making it more revealing/tight-fitting #//Made him feel good abt himself and much more confident; compliments on his clothes will ALWAYS make him happy #//He can take vulgar comments or leers a lot better now than he could back then; they don’t bother him in the least anymore #//He could take disparaging remarks & hushed whispers just as easy too (even at times shoving down the gnawing feeling they caused)#//All that matters to him was that the fit ultimately helped his gender presentation in a way he liked compared to its predecessors #//And that it certainly was a FAR cry from what Diluc had once worn as Cavalry Captain—that was the most important thing of all #//And exactly what gave him the confidence to start making those changes in the first place #//If he was to be Cavalry Captain; he would be a MUCH different one/person than Luc in the role was #//Appearance; plans and all #//If only it were just as eeasy to shrug off certain memories of That day; he’d be a happy man indeed

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ratgirlcopia · 8 months

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increasingly starting to see october 7th as like, a big meeting with the boss sort of day where you've been working on a project for a few weeks now for a company that you're pretty sure sells baked beans and you can't just Stop working on the project and you really enjoy the work you're doing, but you still have a bad feeling that the boss is going to look at what you've done so far and be like "right, so, great job on this but we actually sell used carburetors."

#copiaposting #most outcomes are pretty workable.#biggest fear is not actually Death but rather something that will mean i have to make a major adjustment to how i interpret copia.#so. essentially if it was revealed that copia has been competently evil the entire time and only putting on the goofy facade.#that would briefly ruin my day. i can probably make anything else work. but oh boy.#like i can make “becomes competent” work. i'd even be into “becomes competent” in the right circumstances.#but the idea of a third-act-saw-flashback-recap sequence that reveals he knew what he was doing all along and manipulated his way thru.#THAT presents some challenges. for me.#don't care about his parentage so much because i don't think that will have too much of a practical effect on how he already sees himself.#but a retroactively-competent copia reveal would be. just. oh. that's the one that i'd probably find untenable.#i mean i say that but i'm sure seeing it in action would be different. i shan't deal in absolutes. i can only Wait and See.

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ace-with--a-mace · 1 year

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i definitely think quarantine stunted everyone under the age of like 25's growth and its detrimental to society today

#like obviously society was 'on hold' for however long people decided they wanted to quarantine for if they even did #and people were doing and saying the craziest shit wayyy before the pandemic #but i notice a lot in the younger kids in my neighborhood thay are starting middle school or are starting school in general #that they act 3 years younger and arent fully adjusted (?) to where their brains need to be for their ages #even with teens in my classes! obviously we're teens and we act immature but this like a whole other level #you have people in class stuck in 6th-7th grade and dont know what a rhyming word is #and not even like your usual handful of ppl who cheated their way thru school but like a good 5 ppl in class know the diff between #metaphors nd similes. we're reading classic literature and stories set 100 years ago when blk people were making their own communites #and you have people loudly whine that theyre pissed at the book and nobody talked like Shakespeare did in the 1500s or #nobody talked like just free black people back in early 1900s #like duh quarantine was necessary and all but i think a side effect of it was general immaturity in society #l speaks #ranting in the tags because i can #OH. i was gna mention ab online discourse too like obvi people over 30 use the internet #but you only really ever see dumb fights with insane outcomes come from people who just hit drinking age #idk i just feel like i noticed something that j think other ppl may have noticed but.

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pochapal · 2 years

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re-examined the Proposal Scene for the writeup now that the initial shock has worn off (the cringe is such a powerful anti-analysis psychic assault that was maybe done on purpose to obfuscate the scene’s true meaning) and i am deeply sorry to say that my ushiromiya george haterism has softened by a degree or two into what might actually be ushiromiya george pityism.

#umineko liveblog #not to pre-emptively talk about the writeup but i realised george is trapped in a desperate roleplay as much as shannon is in that scene #i sidestepped the critical thinking deadening vis a vis shannon/sayo but i absolutely had to re-examine george #and like. ok he still kind of sucks and the whole thing is skeevy and cringe but ALSO he has a maria-tier magical faith except for adulthood #actually the real tragedy of the scene is that these are two masks both pretending the other one is the miracle solution to their loneliness #the difference in shannon and george's levels of faith in that outcome is worth examining but i think that's the core here #jessica and battler are absolutely taking home the prize of 'most well adjusted individuals on rokkenjima' no contest. sorry to the others

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knowlesian · 2 years

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“i’m gonna ignore the point of what you said to quibble over the wording i don’t like” is one of the single most frustrating moves people do when they don’t want to actually have a conversation, they want to shut a conversation down

#in reference to venting about the issue not someone doing it #though this is the internet someone somewhere is doing this right now #many someones lbr #its like: okay if we are debating characterization #and somebody says “they don’t try”#and the point is the outcome of whatever they are not trying at #but someone else is like they DO try just not very hard #okay fair! wording can be adjusted!#but is the point being made about the level of trying or the outcome #if they’re talking outcome and you ignore it to debate a minor point #nobody feels heard in that situation and it usually comes off like derailing

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724bees · 2 years

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reading articles about codependency and taking responsibility for other people’s feelings and it’s like. ur telling me this isn’t how i’m meant to act andhdkskf

#b #ur saying that #im not supposed to try and make other people feel better 24/7?#and in fact it is probably diminishing the quality of my relationships #news 2 me girl #im Not meant to try and predict peoples reactions and adjust my actions to get the desired outcome ?#my parents should take notes on this honestly jshfhdksn #i kinda knew but. its different reading an article describing a thing you do and then saying like ‘this is wrong actually’#pikachu face……

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fire-fira · 4 months

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And speaking of ✨drama and theatrics✨:

Blue Devil #2

Hi Dan. Fabulous eyebrows sir.

#fira reads Kid Devil #Dan Cassidy #Blue Devil #I'm sure there are some body horror elements #in having had your entire physical being changed unexpectedly #and it's not like he's had any time to adjust yet #but there are worse possible outcomes

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homunculus-argument · 3 months

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Honestly the best Untranslatable Insults aren't even specific insults, but the thing where two distinct words technically mean the same thing, but the difference in nuance makes the word choice insulting. The finnish language has a different word for "again" depending on whether you are attempting something anew, with an adjusted strategy, improved circumstances, or some other way better hopes of a better outcome (uudestaan), or if you're just repeating the same thing exactly the same in the exact same circumstances (taas), so if you use "taas" in a place where one would say "uudestaan", you're implying that you have no faith in the outcome and that they're just repeating the same action and expecting different results.

There is really no way to explain to someone how calling two dudes' office argument a "territorial dispute" is funny because the specific word they used for "territory" is the zoology one for animal territory, so they're not having this argument like they're two governments disagreeing about land ownership, but specifically like two buck rabbits slapping the shit out of each other.

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senseichaos · 4 months

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"PATHETIC"

SUMMARY: Don't go into Alastor's studio if he's on air. It was that simple. But sometimes you like to be bad. (In which Alastor broadcasts your moans live as a punishment)

GENRE: PWP, Smut, small amount of angst, a lil fluff

WARNINGS: Psychopathic Alastor, sadism, masochism, bratty reader, unprotected sex (don't!), collar, handcuffs, chains, degration, exhibitionism, implied aftercare, humiliation, finger sucking, dub-con/non-con depending on how you see it, orgasm denial, leash, degration, praise, let me know if there are any more!

PART 2 (aftercare)

NOT PROOF READ (YET)

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Don't go into Alastor's studio if he's on air, it was that simple.

But you do it anyway. Out of pure bratty desires you defy Alastor because.. why not? What's the worst that could happen? Actually.. there is a lot of 'worst' that could in fact happen but I mean, he's not all bad.. is he?

With a small grin on your face you lay your hand against the door swiftly, knocking loudly to make sure you are alerting Alastor of a visitor. The anxiety you feel when you do this is far too real, from the clammy fingers to the feeling that this whole idea is a horrible mistake. You almost feel as if you could fall to the floor beneath you.

Yet it's so exhilarating.

"I'm afraid I'm busy!" You hear Alastor holler from beyond the door, his slightly fake kind tone obvious. He hates it when people interrupt his work. You almost giggle, feeling an odd nervous giddiness going through yourself at the prospect of opening this door.

With a sharp intake of breath, you swing open the door and close it softly behind yourself. Though behind him you can see Alastor pinch the space between his eyebrows with an annoyed smile.

He turns his head to look over at you, giving you an annoyed smile that makes you bite your lower lip.

"What is it you need, dear?" Alastor asks, adjusting one of the nobs on the recording equipment in front of him. "I am very sure I said I was busy," He sighs, looking over at you again with even more annoyance visible on his face.

"I just wanted to hangout,"

Alastor stands, horns growing with his annoyance as he takes a warning step towards you. You take a meek step back and gulp down a nervous glob of saliva.

"So you come into my studio, interrupting my broadcast-" he turns shifts into his full demon form as he moves towards you, until his face is completely in front of your face. An angry smile on his features. "All because you wanted to hang out?" He pulls you closer by a metal collar of his energy, his nose against your own as his hand clutch tightly onto the chain.

"What a bad pet you are.." He says darkly, pulling you harshly so you choke and fall to the ground on your hands and knees. For a couple moments he just pulls you with the leash, walking you towards the chair until he sits on it. He swivels it around to look at you, your own large and nervous ones looking into his.

He pushes your head up to look straight at him by the toe of his shoe, the coldness making your skin burn. You can't help but lean even closer towards him, so the toe of his show just barely digs into the skin there.

"Fawn, you were just here for my attention, weren't you?"

You consider lying to him, making yourself out to be more of a brat and possibly get a worse outcome than you're already gonna get.. but from the position you're in it's probably a bad idea. So with a sharp gulp and a blush across your cheeks you nod, biting your lower lip. Alastor grins, leaning down and taking his foot from your chin.

His gaze is rather soft, almost adoring as he tugs you closer by your chain leash. Slowly and intimately he pushes his thumb into your mouth, pointing finger making you look into his lidded eyes. With a burst of passion you suck onto his thumb, swirling your tongue against the red claw as he watches with amused eyes.

"My lovely fawn, perhaps you just need to be reminded who owns you," He purrs, pulling his thumb from your mouth (much to your dismay). With a sharp motion Alastor tangles his fingers into your hair, manhandling you face first into his desk so your ass faces him. You cry out at this movement, the roughness of his movements contrasting wildly to the care he gave you just moments before.

"Lovely. I'm afraid this punishment is not going to be pleasant, but you must learn from your mistakes," Alastor sighs, and with a swift motion of his hands bounding your wrists with cuffs of his magic. He keeps them bound onto the table so you are unable to move, causing a pain to go through your wrists when you flinch at Alastor's movements. Roughly, he pulls down your skirt and discards it across the room, leaving you bare besides from your thin pink panties.

"What a pretty color, they must be a favorite pair of yours.." you blush, trying to tilt your head to see him behind you; only for the collar to keep you from doing so. You feel his claws drag up the sides of your thighs until they meet the fabric of your panties, clawing rather dangerously at it.

"Yeah, i-i wore them for you.." You whimper with a stutter, wiggling your but at him to appear enticing. He chuckles, hooking his pointer fingers into your panties at each side.

"How lovely,"

With a harsh pull, he rips either side of your panties in half. You gasp at this, trying to stand up only for the cuffs around your hands and the collar around your neck to tighten. This causes you to bruise and cry out in pain.

"Alastor! I liked that pair.." You complain, kicking your legs in a sort of tantrum that Alastor tuts. With a sudden thrash Alastor aggressively pulls at your chain leash, making your head move up with a strain that is horribly painful.

"Bad fawns don't get treated with propriety, my dear," Alastor explains, twisting his hand so the chain slowly wraps around his hand. You can see his shadow loom closer and closer over your own figure.

"And bad fawns especially don't get any foreplay.."

What? No foreplay? He can't be serious..

Let's just say.. Alastor is rather large in the nether regions. And he knows this. Every single time you've ever fornicated he'd always done foreplay- just to open you up enough that you wouldn't be in horrid paid every time he stuck his cock in you. You can already feel the pain inside of you and he hasn't even pushed his tip to you.

"Alastor, no- I can't.."

"Don't forget my fawn.." He hooks his fingers into your hair again, forcing you to tilt your head as he whispers into your ear. His horns are larger than earlier, and his entire build in general is a lot more.. demonic.

"You wanted this.."

You don't want this anymore.

Tantalizing slow, Alastor drags his claws up your spine, taking in every shiver and whimper that you give him in turn. How dominating he feels, it's like nothing else to him he can tear as many people's souls to shreds but nothing will be the same as fucking you to pliancy. He can do horrid things to you, and you still come back for more.

He loves that in you, in his own way.

You feel his tip just barely twitch against your entrance, one hand holding your chain and his staff whilst the other presses harshly against your thigh. Wait. Why is he holding his staff.. that doesn't make any sense unless-

Fuck. He can't be serious, can he?

"Salutations dear listeners, ever so sorry for my break. But I have a treat just for you!" He says, his voice strong with the confidence of a person who has done this millions of times before. Shivering you let out a small whimper, he's really going to do this, isn't he? He's going to fuck you on air. You want to disappear. This is humiliating! This is.. humiliating. He can't be serious! You though he was better than this..

Shows you to think more of the radio demon.

In a swift movement you scream out, Alastor's entire length being shoved into you with a single thrust. You see stars of red, the area around you glowing a green that makes your head just slightly throb in pain. With another harsh thrust Alastor pulls in your leash, forcing you to look out the window.

He leans down and growls condescendingly.

"Watch the entirety of the pride ring as they hear me break you," he says and you cry out. He is. He is breaking you from the inside out, you can feel every thrust of his cock through your entire body with a painful wave. You can hardly see anymore. Everything is blurred with a wall of tears that fall down your cheeks.

"Fuck!" You cry in a distressful pleasure. You hate that this feels good. Why do you want him to break you? Why do you want him to fuck you from the inside out until all you can do is sit there and listen to him speak. You hate that you love this.

"That's it, little fawn. Let me break your whorish body.." He laughs, the hold on your chain leash making you lose a very small amount of air. You try to clutch at something, anything to ground you, but all you can feel is the warm chains bounding you to the desk beneath you, the chains bounding you to this terrible pleasure.

You can't describe it. Every thrust of his cock makes you moan, in an ashamed yet purely entangled tone. You can hear the passion in your voice as Alastor digs his claws so hard into you you bleed. Yet you can definitely hear the pain in your voice when the tip of his cock just barely hits your cervix.

"Such a pathetic thing, letting me take you like this.. you didn't even put up a fight,"

You see red, a weird loving anger.

"I fucking HATE you.."

Alastor laughs, and you can practically smell that shit-eating grin on his face.

"No," he thrusts "You," he thrusts "Dont~" he thrusts, punctuating his words and his teasing tone. You claw at the chains, wishing to rip their bounds so you can spit in his stupid beautiful face. Fuck. You can't stop this pleasure.

With every thrust comes another build of an orgasm inside of you, every thrust making that knot pull tighter and tighter. He isn't even doing anything to pleasure you, either- you just love this in a way you can't describe.

"Don't orgasm without my permission, dear," Alastor cackles, biting his lower lip "Or else..!" He teases, giving you a particularly harsh thrust as to solidify his words. You nod softly with a whimper, your neck aching from the way he's handling your leash.

You clench particularly hard, feeling that orgasm begging to be released.

"Alastor! Please let me cum.." You whimper, biting your lower lip as it trembles very slightly. He hums for a moment, as if to mock your display of obedience before clicking his tongue and leaning down.

"Beg for it," he says simply, thrusting even quicker making the urgency inside of you real. Crying, you babble for a moment, the pleasure inside of you becoming to much.

"Fuck! Please let me cum, I'll do anything, I'll listen to everything you say, please! Please..." You don't think you've felt more desperate your whole entire time in hell, which is even more pathetic, really. The most desperate you've felt isn't for your life, money, or soul. It's to come on the cock of a psychopathic sadist.

"Lovely. Come for me, my dear,"

You let go with an obnoxious wail, walls clenching around Alastor so tightly you could have sworn he grunted. It's like your whole body let go, your legs give out, your shoulders relax, and your eyes roll back.

"Good fawn, how good,"

With one last thrust, Alastor buries his cock deeply inside of you, emptying his seed to the point where your stomach begins to bloat. One thing you've learnt about Alastor, when he cums, he cums a lot.

"Now then," Alastor declares after a short moment, pulling his cock from your hole and stuffing it back into his pants. "Let's get you cleaned up!" Alastor says brightly, clicking his fingers so the bounds on your neck and hands release. Though this only makes your centre of gravity shift in such a way you almost fall to the ground, if it weren't for Alastor catching you and holding you bridal style. Holding you. This is a rare occurrence indeed.

"Thank you dear listeners and I'll see you next time! Perhaps you may even get another treat, Ha ha!"

Alastor turns back to you, looking at you deep in the eyes as his sclera turn a deep black.

"Will they, my dear..?"

You gulp, shrinking in his arms.

"No, Alastor,"

He turns back to normal, giving you an adoring look as he twirls on his foot, taking you from the room.

"Lovely, now let's get a bath running!"

#proship #senseichaos #antishippers dni #senseichaosdrabbles #proship fanfiction #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel smut #alastor x reader smut #hazbin alastor #alastor x reader fluff #alastor oneshot #alastor #alastor x reader angst

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azullumi · 2 months

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a scripture on having a certain pretty gambler as your boyfriend ; aventurine

summary — radiant and gleaming, dating him feels like basking under the golden glow of the sun, with the promise of the serene and starlit night ahead.

pairing — aventurine (w/ gender-neutral reader)

tags — established relationship, fluff, him as your boyfriend basically, there are no spoilers dwww, i never proofread, 1.2k words ; headcanons

note — congratulations to honkai star rail for being the only game to have aventurine!! this is day 2 of writing for this man until i have him.

Aventurine couldn’t abandon the person that he used to be so he carried him in his hands. Always hesitant, afraid, and seemingly detached from everyone he meets—this is why he seems so distant and disconnected from you at first despite being in a relationship with him. Although he lives his whole life gambling, believing that everything happens and the outcomes gained are due to luck, he’s meticulously careful and cautious just to not get too attached to you lest he gets hurt in the end (he has dealt with the sight of people’s backs as they walk away from him multiple times).

It will take time for him to completely warm up and be vulnerable to you. Although there are moments that he lets the facade slip and he lays himself bare, moments where it’s just you and him in the silence, moments where you comfort him after a nightmare that disturbs his sleep; he doesn’t ask for comfort nor assurance often but you always seem to know when he needs it.

Aventurine loves it whenever you gently comb your hand through his hair. Even if he wasn’t vocal about the matter, you’ll know from the way he immediately relaxes under your touch as you rake your fingers through his locks. It just gives him a sense of comfort, finding serenity and affection in such a small act of intimacy; it reminds him of how simple everything could be (oh, how he wishes it was) with just the loving touch of your hands.

He’s not exactly a morning person but would always wake up early, occasionally before you do. It’s either because he has to leave for work early or it just so happens that he woke up just as the sun was rising. If he has to get ready soon, he’ll take a few minutes of his time to admire you as you sleep, to trace the bridge of your nose slowly and carefully so as to not wake you, to draw and follow the outlines of your features with his eyes. But if he has no plans for today, he’ll stay in bed with you and eventually, fall asleep once more. He holds you so close and so tight (but not tight enough to suffocate you) that it’s hard to slip away from his grasp.

You feel a pair of soft lips on your forehead, the kiss lingering for a moment until you flutter your eyes open. “Are you awake now, sleepy?”

“Mmh…” You grumble, your vision adjusts to your surroundings as you blink multiple times. You could see Aventurine getting dressed, putting on his expensive tailored-coat.

“You’re leaving already? Why did you not wake me up?”

“You looked like you were having a nice dream.”

MATCHING PAJAMAS (heck yeah!!). The time when he saw you wearing one of his pajamas, it felt like something had been flipped inside of him and the thought of getting you one for your own that matches his fills each and every corner of his mind. Although all of the matching things you have with him are not just limited to pajamas—it can range from matching jewelry, matching charms, matching clothing, matching glasses, matching everything. God, he goes into a store, sees something that he likes and asks the staff if they have another one but in a different color that you like.

Perhaps you have never noticed (or maybe you have) but he never wears his glasses whenever he’s around you—when there’s only you and him. There was no need to hide anything from you, not when you adore all parts of his being. He melts whenever you compliment him (he’s a sucker for such words of affection) especially when it’s his eyes, loves the way you look at him as if he was everything you wish for.

He’ll often play games with you or initiate a bet but somehow, he has more losses than wins. “You’re cheating!” You’ll say, pointing at him as if you were an attorney from a game that objects to a statement. Aventurine, however, would stare at you in disbelief (though he’s just feigning innocence) and would answer with a raised eyebrow: “How am I the one cheating when you’re winning?” To which you’ll respond with: “That’s because you’re letting me win. You’re not playing fair, Aven.”

SPOILS YOU A LOT and when I say a lot, I mean A LOT. Everything you'll ask for or even just mention in passing, he'll provide. He randomly sends you pockets of money, a notification on your phone lighting up your screen and the text says: You have received 100, 000 credits. You have to get used to it—it’s one of the ways that he shows his affection to you. He wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer whenever he gives you something either, so, you have to take it or else you’ll have to deal with a sulky man the whole day.

Don’t worry though as he ensures that everything that he buys and gets for you is something you would like—expensive meaningless gifts will always be meaningless, he would rather give you a cheap yet beautiful charm that is of your favorite color or flower than an expensive shiny necklace made out of gold and adorned with diamonds which you’ll never wear because it’s too heavy on your neck or it’s not your preference.

On that note, he also likes seeing you wear the things he bought for you. Maybe it’s obvious, maybe it’s not, but he likes to dress you up, likes to see you put on the clothes he picks for you. Dates where he brings you to a boutique to pick clothes together (for both you and him), dress up, and ask each other if they look good is not so rare between you two. It’s silly but the two of you would end up giggling like children when the other would strike a ridiculous pose to show off what they're wearing (and also, with the intention to make one another laugh); he lives for and craves these moments with you.

Brings you together with him to casinos and lets you watch him while he plays as he regards you as his lucky charm (when he’s actually the one who is lucky here). Whenever he wins a game or a bet, he asks for a kiss from you—he taps on his cheek as an indication of his request but he will not force you if you don’t wish to express such affections in public, rather he’ll ask for something else instead like maybe a smile or ask that you hold his hand. Sometimes, if you’re curious enough, he’ll teach you the fundamentals of the game and what you can do to win. The look of pride on his face says it all as he watches you win and your opponent falls to the floor (you just put someone in debt).

The amount of endearing names that he calls you. If ever you get flustered whenever he calls you with those affectionate endearments, he’ll take the chance to tease you, to repeatedly call you with such names until you throw a pillow or any object at him—he catches it though but will apologize while laughing, saying that he won’t do it again.

You have to be understanding and gentle with him, careful as you tread the light, lest you fall into the dark and see that the tall and strong walls he built around himself is nothing compared to the broken and fragile pieces that are sewn on his skin, and he will leave (out of fear, out of anxiety, out of grief, out of self-hatred). But it’s alright, everything will be, you’ll embrace him even in the abyss and you’ll guide him back to your warmth.

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