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I'm sane (i am in fact planning to draw him every weak every SUNDAY until he gets released)
if i see that fuckass baby sunday ONE MORE TIME .
AVENTURINE CONTENT AVENTURINE CONTENT !! OH MY GODDD !
do NOT talk to me on the 16th ! 🗣️🔇🔇
OJ YM GODSDDDDDD I NEED HIM SO BAD IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE 🙏🙏🙏
AVENTURINE WANTERS WILL BE AVENTURINE HAVERS !!!! (120 wishes and a dream for him and his lc except im on the 50/50)
oh my god theres even more aventurine content holy shit UAGHGGGGHHH
IM ABOUT TO PULL FOR HIM HELPPP im scared... but if all goes wrong i DO have money on my card..! 🤓
─ Virtual Angel !
Aventurine x GN!Reader
Inspired by 'Virtual Angel' by ARTMS!
Tags: Obsessed Aventurine, Religious Imagery, Religious Symbolism, God, Angels, S*icide, Parasocial relationship (?), Aventurine hates himself, Self-hatred, Hurt No Comfort, Angst.
Word Count: 1.6k
Aventurine stood at the edge of the building. His vision is a split screen between his feet and the back alley. The sky was beautiful, bright blue with a few white clouds dotted along the view. They were so fluffy and clean. Just like Them. Their white wings were far more superior than the fake ones he wore on his back. Everyone wore them, everyone in The Gathering. It was like a show of faith. Although it was never as permanent as the tattoo that bled into his skin. A black cross. Slightly downturned arms. It paired awfully well with his neck brand.
His pupils shook as he peered down. Why? He had done this over and over again, yet he was still frightened. Not of death, no. In fact, he craved it, he wanted to die. But They scared him, every time he did this, yet he couldn’t stop.
They wouldn’t be happy, quite devastated if he jumped and died. Every other time he’d do it, They would scold him.
‘Please clean me. Please help me.’
He felt sick and twisted.
His left hand held a small white wand. A shiny Aventurine attached to the top of it. They always encouraged him to clean it often. They told him that Aventurine is beautiful and should be taken care of.
That was probably the 20th replacement They had been forgiving enough to give him after it shattered next to his lifeless body.
Here we go again, let’s die. I’m going to die because… I hate myself. I’m disgusting. No one loves me. They don’t love me. Why? Why don’t They love me? I dedicate my life to Them because I need faith. I need faith to continue. I hate my life. I hate my past. Please kill me.
Please kill him.
A glowing figure appeared in front of him, hovering in the air. Their spotless wings outstretched. White clothing adored their body, decorated with pure gold. Their eyes investigate him, a smile on Their face. Their lips opened, their voice drowning out every other sound of this world.
It was you. The one who Aventurine truly needed.
“Why is light given to him who is in misery, and life to the bitter of soul, who long for death, but it does not come, and search for it more than hidden treasures; Who rejoice exceedingly, and are glad when they can find the grave? Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, and whom God has hedged in?”
You could only deliver these sacred words to him every time he rejected life. Your heart ached. It really did hurt you. He was too insecure to believe you loved him.
Aventurine sighed and choked out a few tears.
“Why?”
“I know you are angry with God,” the words fall off your tongue. Every syllable, every pronunciation, every vowel and consonant were heavenly to his ears, “But I know you do not curse God.”
He stretched his left hand out, sending the wand to its own death. Your eyes followed it down, seeing the Aventurine shatter into bits. You look back at him. Blank face.
“Is my forgiveness not sufficient? Is my giving not feeding you? Do I not unlock my heart enough?”
The tears started flowing down his cheeks at your words. He’s only cried in front of you. No one else at The Gatherings had ever seen him truly.
“I don’t believe it.”
Your hands ghost over your chest, shutting your eyes and no longer smiling, “Yet you still pray to me, pray to God every day.”
You’re right. He still has faith; he can’t even go back home anymore. He spends nights sleeping where he sees you, where he prays for you. He only eats fruit. He feels like he shouldn’t be allowed to consume anything else.
“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.”
He must do everything to make you and your God pleased. Everything besides his frequent suicides. He was addicted. He can’t stop that, no he couldn’t!
And so, he did.
…
His fingers are shaking. His breath is fast. His heart was pumping, and he had tears down his face. The weight of the headset on his head was heavy, blocking his vision. His hands pressed against the machine and pulled it off his head, messing up his already messy hair.
His body was snug in a beanbag, covered in pillows and blankets. Gently dropping the headset beside him to not wake any of the other members of The Gathering who also slept on beanbags with the same headsets on their heads.
The pink and white plushies stared lifelessly into his eyes. They surrounded the room. The white walls painted over with the pink lighting from the neon lights hung up around the room. A few neon signs were eyes. Eyes everywhere watching them, watching him. The large light was an exact replica of the tattoo in his skin. Pointed cross, downturned arms.
The box TVs placed at the front of the room played blue static. The sound of white noise and breathing echoed in his ears.
Aventurine’s hands felt around in his lap and recognised the familiar object that had recently been placed in his hands. The wand, the same Aventurine attached to the top of it. It glowed softly as your whisper echoed from the gem.
“Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.”
Your words repeated the same words over and over again until the glow died down.
“Sleep. Rest your temple of God.”
Aventurine’s eyes fluttered open to the same room.
Everyone was gone with their headsets carefully placed on their beanbags.
The TVs stirred and the blue static distorted into a video of you. Your voice poured out of the speakers in a heavenly tone.
I’ll be there for you when your wings break.
Letting go of you that’s a heartbreak.
His pupils dilated at the sight of you and your voice. He slowly got up and crawled to the TV. Pulling his face to the screen, he could see every pixel of you. You took up his entire vision and his mind was foggy.
His fingers caressed the screen. The false wings on his back shifted from left to right and he moved impossibly close to the screen.
My feelings are complete when the moon rises.
His breath graced the screen as tears welled up in his eyes again.
Please, please, please.
O Lord.
His eyes close and lips sweetly kiss yours through the screen.
He whispers to you through the screen, “When I open my eyes at last… Please save me saviour.”
Your eyes meet his as he opens them, breaking the fourth wall. You smile at him, with a lingering feeling of sadness.
“I’m just your Virtual Angel.”
intro post!
hi im lani I use she/they and i want to start writing but I don’t know where to start.
some of my interests are genshin impact, honkai starrail, blue lock, tgswiiwagaa, bungo stray dogs, my hero academia, the case study of vanitas, and more!!
pls comment if u want to be moots!
ೃ⁀➷ DAYLIGHT ROBBERY
Gepard x Gn!Reader
Sypnosis : A renowned thief of Belobog. That’s what you were. What people didn’t know was that you actually did it for a good cause, yet they were too clouded by their sense of judgement to even think of your reason behind this. Seems a certain blonde haired Captain was no different. At each and every turn he is always there, yet at each and every turn you managed to wriggle your way out of his grasp. Whilst it visibly annoyed him, you were also unaware of the fact he appreciated a challenge. And if a challenge meant having to keep an extra eye on you at all times, well. He’d be willing to swim with sharks to do so…
WC : 1.9k
Warnings : None! The reader is a bit playful, you’ll see what I mean and there is a hint of a little crush between the two but not confirmed. Bit of Sampo is mentioned. Kind of fools in love..? Might make a part 2, only if requested to. Also, I made a minor modification, this takes place before the Stellaron was “defeated” so when the Overworld and Underworld were not yet connected.
Read part 1 || part 2 || part 2.5 || part 3
Virtuous. That was certainly one word used to describe yourself. Well, a word that people of the Overworld would use to describe you. For context, you were not a citizen of the Underworld, far from in fact. Instead, you were merely an above average person who roamed the Belobog streets. That’s what many others would say about you at a first glance and to be truthful, they were not necessarily wrong.
But they were not necessarily right either. As an Overworld being, you had privilege compared to more than average, which is why you were recognisable from a glance. While you were not really nobility per se, you were certainly rich. Your parents were involved with Cocolia quite a fair amount. They had worked underneath her wing for as long as even they could remember as she helped them climb the ranks. However, the higher they progressed, the less attention that was given to you became more frequent.
So you would typically expect for a child of such high classed parents to have strong beliefs against the Underworld and stay in that richie-rich bubble, would you not? Well, you can guess where this is leading up to. Of course you weren’t. Whilst you did grow up in luxury, many stories of the Underworldians were simply hard to believe in your eyes. So once you managed to get involved with a certain woman, who strangely enough looked quite manly and had blue-ish hair, that woman had led you down the furnace core towards the lower part of the city. Strangely enough, she had disappeared the second you stepped onto the dark slate flooring which left you to explore the place yourself.
And after delving deeper into the rumoured horror town, you had managed to learn that everything here was in fact, well, much better than that. Although a few scowls were given towards you, you were determined to learn more about the place. That was about a few months ago. Now you sat here with the children of Boulder Town as you played a game of Hide and Seek with them.
Now some people may think, what about your parents, your friends up above? Your parents were too busy to really pay attention to you which caused your early maturity. And most of your friends up above were bland and almost snobby sometimes. Apart from a few exceptions. But now you have grown to love the Underworldians more than anything, almost like family.
Which is what led to where you were today.
You were currently sat in a dainty little café, fairly hidden from the central area of Belobog. You sat with a cup of warm coffee on a small plate as you threw one of your legs to cross over the other. You flickered your gaze around the place discreetly before hearing a buzz from your pocket. Quickly fishing out the said device, you brought the phone up to your ear as you took a sip of the nearby liquid.
“You ready?” Asked a somewhat sneaky voice on the other end of the line. After gently removing the cup from your lips and placing it down, you stood up and plucked your bag from your chair and slung it across your torso.
“When am I not?” You answered, almost as teasing as the other voice. The line gets cut off as you place the phone into a secure pocket. All of a sudden, an object rolling on the floor could be heard as a few citizens turned their heads. Before anyone could register what was happening, you placed a mask onto your face as the object then exploded into a cloud of smoke.
The few people began panicking and threw themselves to the floor, covering their noses and coughing their lungs up. Your shoes clacked against the tiles, but the sound was blocked out by the terrified wails of everyone else. Quietly, you managed to make your way behind the counter after seeing the cashier make a run for it outside. You began reaching up and stuffing everything that could fit into the large bag.
Whether that be cartons of milk, as many pastries as possible, simple coffee beans, sandwiches. Quite literally anything and everything. This was all to feed the Underworldians. You would do almost anything to give those people the treatment they deserved from the beginning. But once the smoke was visibly dying down, you leaped over the counter and made a run for it, clutching the strap of the bag as tightly as humanly possible. You did your best to blend in with the few citizens who were also bolting away. As you were about to exit the door, you suddenly collided with a metal material.
Rubbing your head as you stumbled back slightly, your eyes trailed up, only to spot the Captain of the Silvermane Guards standing right there in the flesh.
Great, fantastic even! You thought to yourself. See, the Captain, Gepard, and yourself were not to be considered friends. Like, at all. If anything, people could call you arch enemies. You were a wanted criminal in the Silvermane books, which only made Gepard keep his eyes peeled for you even more. He never knew who you really were, thanks to you wearing a mask at each “incident”. But you knew he hated your guts, he hated anyone who went against the laws that Belobog had created. And of course, stealing was one of the top 3. So just to tick him off even more, you had grown aware that he disliked humorous remarks made in serious situations. Which had led to you constantly teasing him during your meet-ups.
“Captain! So great to see you again. Can I interest you in our wide range of coffees?” You questioned the shockingly tall man in an innocent sounding voice as you gestured towards the menu. Before you could make another remark, he raised his weapon, which strangely enough seemed to be a guitar case, towards you, causing you to put your hands up and beside your head as you grew a shocked expression.
“This ends now, thief. Hand over every stolen item in that bag of yours, and I will bring you to the cell in which you belong,” The blonde haired man stated in a firm voice. He stood tall and straight, emphasising his superiority to you. You frowned as you placed your hand on your heart before speaking in a solemn tone.
“And here I thought we were good friends Captain Gepard. I expected better from you,” You replied as you wiped a fake tear from your eyes. He did not react and simply held the case higher towards your head.
“I do not have time for your games. Hand over the goods and do not make this difficult,” He spoke in that annoyingly firm and unwavering voice again. Rolling your eyes, you reached into the bag as you began to fish out one of the boxed up pastries before you paused.
“Hey Captain, you know what my favourite part of this job is?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. He merely breathed in response. You slowly took out the pastry and walked towards him as he became cautious of your movements. Time and time again, you had slipped from his grasp, but not anymore. Today would be the day where the newspaper would have a big flashy headline of your defeat. He kept the case close to him and gripped it tightly as you came closer.
Still holding the plastic box, you held it in front of you, as if offering the pastry to him with a bright smile. The captain just stared at the box, then you, and then at the box again. He made no move to open it or to smack it away. Letting out a slight huff of frustration, you began to open the box yourself.
“Always have to do everything by myself huh? Well no matter, it’s just a pastry. This is my favourite bit of the job you know, giving my one and only Captain the pastry he deserves for his hard work,” Your smile was now sickly sweet as he became more weary by the second.
“Stop with your nonsense. You’re coming with me,” He began making his way towards you as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs. You took the “you’re coming with me” as a proposal for a date and used that as mockery just to tick him off a little more.
“Such a shame, you just asked me out and here I have to miss our first date I guess. No hard feelings though,” You replied with a tone that feigned sadness and sorrow. Just as he was coming closer, the box began to rattle more.
And before the Captain could react to the shaking plastic, the pastry, which was supposedly a small piece of strawberry shortcake, blew up. Yep, a bomb encased in soft clay. But the smoke was not normal this time, no. It was sleeping gas, as the Captain had now begun to realise due to the effects.
His eyes slowly began to drift shut as his body became limp. He stood his ground as best he could but it was futile against the extremely strong substance. Eventually, he dropped the case and only held the handcuffs in one hand as he fell to his knee. He was breathing heavily which was a sight to see in itself. You raised your eyebrows momentarily at the sight in front of you. Well, he had his looks going for him that’s for sure.
Finally, the handcuffs fell from his hand as he propped himself up with one hand. The smoke encased the both of you, thankfully you were unaffected due to the mask planted securely onto your nose and mouth. But you kneeled down slightly and grabbed the Captain’s face in your hand as you forced him to look up at you. You let out a tut before speaking.
“So sad it has to be this way. I’ve certainly enjoyed getting to see you in such a state though, I must say Gepard. But i’ve bested you yet again dear, and it will always be that way. Don’t forget me now,” You practically whispered to him before leaving a mocking peck onto his cheek through the mask. Even more mockery. You weren’t even sure if he was fully registering your words as he seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness.
You grabbed the handcuffs and brung his wrists together before tightly screwing the handcuffs onto them, leaving him defenceless, on his knees as he finally fell to the ground, blonde tussle of hair all over the place as the metal clanked.
This should certainly be a present for the rookies to find. You thought again. Suddenly, the sounds of footsteps against the stone pavement were evident as you swiftly ran out of the back door but not before taking one more glance at Gepard. Maybe one day he would catch you. But you knew for sure, it would not be any time soon…
Unbeknownst to you, during your little interaction with the Captain, he was still conscious enough to feel the material of your mask against his pristine skin, which only left him more flustered than he already felt in your annoyingly teasing presence. Safe to say, something would be clouding Gepard’s mind for a while, and it wasn’t the sleeping gas around him…
Author’s Note: Please please feel free to leave any requests as I would love to write all of your imagines and make you as happy as possible with them! Anyways, whoopee, my first fanfic actually posted. And of course it has to be with my favourite Belobog man. He’s just so idek how to explain it. I love my light haired men like, it’s indescribable how much I do. There’s just that element to them yk? Anyways, I seriously hope you enjoyed this and feel free to leave any requests at my front door!
Extrañaba sentir los toques en su piel, abrazos, caricias, incluso los apretones en las mejillas que su madre le daba y siempre le dejaban roja la cara. Extrañaba el calor, el sol haciéndolo sudar mientras trabajaba en la granja, el café por las mañanas, las suaves mantas cubriendolo en las frías noches. Extrañaba sentir, sentir cualquier cosa, calor, frío, caricias, incluso el dolor, quiere sentir cualquier cosa solo para recordar que aún es humano.
Es por eso que no comprendía el porque el pelirrojo se esmeraba tanto en demostrar afecto físico, tomar su mano y plantar besos en ella, sujetar su cintura, acariciar su rostro. Toques gentiles que deseaba con todo su ser poder sentir.
Era lo mismo en sentido contrario, no podía tocar al pelirrojo sin causarle molestias, el metal frío calaba en su piel, las aberturas en sus extremidades llegaban a pellizcarlo, no transmitía calor ni eran toques suaves.
El vaquero miró confundido al caballero cuando este, por milésima vez, tomó su mano y la acercó a su rostro, era un movimiento inútil.
—¿Porqué sigues haciendo esto?— cerró sus dedos para apretar la mano del caballero y así frenar el beso que estaba por venir.
—Le ruego me disculpe, pero no entiendo a que se refiere— la confusión y la preocupación se plasmaron en el rostro del caballero, era demasiado expresivo, siempre llevando el corazón en la manga.
—Yo soy quien no entiende, siempre estás haciendo cosas como esta, besar mi mano, abrazarme, tocarme, cosas así, ¡y no tienen sentido! No puedo sentir nada de eso y tú solo recibes mi frío acero a cambio— el vaquero apartó la mirada, avergonzado por no ser lo suficiente para tan bella persona.
Argenti alzó su mano, la colocó en la mejilla de Boothill y levantó su rostro.
—Así esta mejor, mi querido vaquero— le dio una de esas dulces sonrisas que hacían derretir al androide —no me molesta nada de eso, soy plenamente consciente de que no puede sentir tales muestras de afecto, pero no es el tacto lo que importa de tales acciones sino el como hacen sentir a su corazón, quiero calentar tu interior.
—Aún así tu solo sientes el frío de mi acero.
—Eso no es algo para preocuparse pues estoy acostumbrado al frío, mi armadura es fría, el espacio es frío, muchos lugares y cosas en este universo lo son, eso no los hace menos bellos. No te hace menos bello.
Movió su mano hacía la barbilla del vaquero y su otra mano, que aún seguía bajo el agarre del otro, logró acomodarla para entrelazar sus dedos.
—Tu frío metal, los espacios entre las placas, los tornillos, tus afilados dientes, todo lo que conforma tu cuerpo es lo más hermoso que mis ojos han presenciando.
Acercó su rostro, puntos de mira apuntaban a sus ojos esmeralda, lentamente y sin apartar la vista sus rostros se quedaron a pocos centímetros de juntarse por completo.
—Puedes salir lastimado si continúas.
—Unos cuantos rasguños valen la pena si a cambio recibo un beso tuyo, así que, mi querido vaquero, ¿me permitirías sentir el frío metal de tu ser?
Boothill asintió, anhelaba sentir el calor en su corazón.
El espacio entre ambos se cerró, piel contra metal, calidez y frialdad.
Era un momento único y especial para ambos, abrieron sus corazones el uno al otro y se aceptaron tal y como eran, un frío robot y un cálido caballero, opuestos hechos para encajar.
♡♡♡♡♡
El Argenthill es mi nueva obsesión, no tengo idea de cómo surgió el ship pero a quien se le haya ocurrido le estoy muy agradecida.
Ahora, dejando de lado la obsesión, ¡¿porqué hay tantos diálogos y cinemáticas en el juegos?! Más de una hora de puro darle al espacio para poder avanzar, ya solo quería terminar eso para poder cerrar el juego y dormir, pero seguían y seguían saliendo diálogos. De verdad quiero seguir el hilo de la historia pero no puedo con tanto.
En fin, duerman bien y tomen agua. Los tqm ♡
Inspirado en este cómic de enesfwee:
Cowboy Beepboop
Happy Birthday to the Express' resident pretty girl!
Or maybe "rebirth-day" would be more accurate.
I only recently notice that we don't know anyone's birthday in star rail. I'm so used to receiving birthday mail in genshin lol
To you, my dear audience, I dedicate my performance... I wonder,
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Don't know why I had so much trouble with this boss fight, took till me getting Acheron to beat him
post-2.5 team sketch
