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THIS IS FOR THE MQSKED FOOLS EBG!! they made me write a hate letter, i do not hate him this much PLS
To my LEAST FAVOURITE blonde man,
Aventurine. My friend. My nemesis. You, my good sir, you bastard, orphan, son of a nice lady⊠And you might be wondering why I call her that even though I donât know who she is. Well, I feel like she deserves some pity for being stuck with a son like you. Perhaps financial compensation, enough to buy that planet you used to live on before it was destroyed.
But donât get it twisted, I know this is all metaphorical. I know sheâs dead, alongside your father, your sister, and every other person in the Avgin race. Isnât that crazy? How every one of them would rather fuck off and die, than be stuck living in the same life as a failure like you? Why do you suppose that is? You suppose the god who supposedly blessed you with luck was laughing when she looked down and watched your family die? You think it was karma, some universal retribution for being born? âLuckyâ is such a misnomer. You are cursed, Aventurine. Nothing more, nothing less.Â
How about we talk about me, though? Every reason why I despise you beyond compare, every part of you that makes me want to tear my hair out and scream and cry and throw up and piss myself whenever I see your stupid face. I hate everything about you, I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dressâ-if I ever saw you in the street, itâs on sight. Iâm throwing an air conditioner at your stupid smug face you blonde bitch.
And I just want to say that I didnât cry during your dramatic backstory. I laughed, especially the part when you met your younger self, and he was so bright-eyed and full of hope, and you gave him your hat⊠and let him fade away⊠Kakavasha⊠anyway I hate that kid. Kill him again, I say.
Now, letâs move on to your appearance. Why do you look like that, huh? Youâre so⊠unsettling. I look at you, and immediately have to look away because of those bright, pink, gorgeous, ugly eyes of yours. Come on man, get brown contacts. Iâm gonna have a stroke just making eye contact with you. And whatâs with the outfit? Was the tiny little spade-shaped boob window necessary? Did you just HAVE to show off that tiny little hint of your chest? I know what you are, you harlot.Â
You look too pretty. MAKE MEN MANLY AGAIN. I donât wanna see none of this feminine shirts and feather boas and earrings and whatever else you have going on over there. Yuck. Bleh. I hate it. I hate it so much I am staring at a png of you right now in ANGER. I am looking and I am glaring and I am wishing that Hoyoverse never even released Penacony because then I wouldnât have had to look at you for as long as I did during the Trailblaze quest. I hated it so much, it was actually miserable. Except for the times when YOU were miserable. I liked that. I would drink your tears if I could. Bet it tastes like skittles.
Another thing, your personality is absolutely deplorable. Like, bottom of the barrel, in the gutter stuff. You are miserable to be around. Why do you have so many personality traits and quirks? Why do you need such depth and layers? Why do you hide your emotions? You know a character only needs one emotion, and that is RAGE. That is what I feel right now, and why I have decided to have all of my other emotions surgically removed. I feel better already.Â
I just want to say, from the bottom of my heart, I hate you. I hate you so much that if the world was ending and I had the choice of either becoming a mindless zombie eating people for the rest of my miserable existence, or being the last survivor with you, I would kill you and then myself. I hate you so much if I was in a room with you, two axe murderers, and had a gun with two bullets, I would shoot you twice. I hate you so much that I dream about you, just so I can think of how many ways I can make you miserable. I hope that for the rest of our lives, I can continue to hate you and hate you and hate you for as long as I exist. That is the only thing I want, becuse you are truly the worst character ever and I absolutely, beyond a single doubt in my mind, hate you with every fibre of my fragile being.
this is for the mqskedfools ebg. i got told to write 800 words on my bias, so here is why i LOVE firefly.
i love firefly. i love firefly so much. every morning i wake up and think about firefly, and suddenly the world isnât so bad. suddenly, itâs like life is worth living after all if i get to log onto the game honkai star rail, a game made by (formerly mihoyo) hoyoverse, and see one of, if not the most beautiful character in existence. that character of course, is⊠firefly <3
i love firefly so so so so so much. here is why i love firefly: reason numero uno. her lore. sheâs so cool. i mean what, this sweet and innocent girl is actually a stellaron hunter? sheâs a deadly fighter and basically a killing machine? let me tell you, when i played that quest for the first time i was shocked. still, the contrast works so well⊠sheâs such a kind and thoughtful girl, whoâs been cursed with an incurable affliction, and had basically no other choice other than to turn to a life of violence just to keep surviving. i want the best for her. she deserves it.
reason numbero dos, she is pretty. yeah, thatâs it. thatâs the reason. i like looking at pretty characters, and she is one of the prettiest characters in the game. in any hoyoverse game, i would argue. i mean come on, have you seen her? the teal and gray colour scheme is gorgeous, and the orange accents are so beautiful. her outfit is so flowy and pretty, all of the details in her design are well-thought-out, and sheâs one of the few characters who doesnât look at least a little cluttered.
the third reason, number tres (tres? is that right?) is that she CARRIED my team when i had no other built characters. like, i do not care about who is strong when it comes to meta, but firefly⊠iâm so glad sheâs such a useful character. she never leaves my team. she actually is my only actually built character, iâve ALMOST maxxed out her traces and i plan on rerolling for even better relics when i have the chance because she deserves the absolute best for being the only person to actually do damage for so long. shoutout to my almost well-built firefly, sheâs the only useful one that i have.
this fourth reason⊠(numero um. cuatro?)... this one is⊠she is the best stellaron hunter. no i do not take criticism. sheâs the strongest, she has the best lore, sheâs the best character (NO I DONâT TAKE CRITICISM) and sheâs just so cool. the stellaron hunters are my absolute favourite faction, and she is my absolute favourite out of all of them, because she is just so so so so cool. i love her. i love firefly. i love her so much. i miss firefly. where did she go. why canât we have more stellaron hunter content. i wanna see firefly and silver wolf having a sisterly relationship, those two are actually so important to me. you know how people have ships they headcanon? well i headcanon silver wolf and firefly are actually best friends and play video games together when they donât have missions. firefly was never any good at them, but silver wolf is surprisingly patient, and teaches her all the little tips and tricks on how to master even the most difficult levels. i donât care if itâs unrealistic, talk to the wall.
you thought i was done? ha! i have another reason, number uhhh cinco is it? idk i donât speak spanish. i only started with numero uno because i was thinking of itto, but now iâm too committed to it to quit now. numero cinco, her MESSAGES. have you seen her messages? sheâs so sweet to the trailblazer, she always sends the cutest emojis⊠and that one convo where she was asking for advice for what to buy kafka as a gift⊠it was so cute. SHE is so cute. i love her.
now for the one youâve been waiting for⊠the final one⊠the most important one of them all⊠i forgot six in spanish and am too lazy to look it up, but reason numero six! drumroll please⊠that one photo. you know the one. the one that she takes with the trailblazer, during their little âdateâ together. SHE LOOKS SO CUTE IN THAT AHHH I LOVE HER SO SO MUCH I WOULD DIE TO GO ON A DATE WITH HER!!! please firefly one chance⊠we can go out to all of the nicest places, and take so many photos, and get dressed up in pretty dresses, and et ceteraâŠ
and that is why i love firefly! thatâs all folks! thank you for listening, make sure to like and subscribe for more firefly-posting, coming to a tumblr dashboard near you! bye! avery out!
this is SO half assed i just wanted to get back at u .. heres a little gift since you are my dearest friend! <3
Chioriyaâs boutique has been silent of late.
The bustling streets of Fontaine do nothing to help with the eeriness of the now temporarily closed shop. Mannequins in the displays haunt passersby with outfits of what couldâve been theirs, instead, the quality of the shop's work has depleted. The only reasoning had to do with its owner.
She never found relationships to be as important to her once you had come along. You showed her the truth behind loveâhow sweet it was, knowing you had someone by your side until the end of time, or as you said.
You, who had introduced these unknown colors in her world, were also the one who ripped it from the seams of her heartâthread spilling on the floor, fabric torn and worn, you may as well have destroyed the only thing she held dear the most.
If you had made her choose between you and the boutique, you would be waiting hours on end just for a response, if she could even give you one.
And nowâthe shop is closed. Youâd normally not be able to hear anything when you simply walk past, but if you put your ear between the gaps of the door and the wall, you can hear the faint thud as items fall on the floor.
Chiori would stay locked inside, frustrated. The fabric doesnât seem to be coming along nicely, it doesnât hug the figure the way she wanted it to. The thread where she had connected two pieces together is sloppily made, imperfections seen to the naked eyeâone she canât bear to stare at any second longer. The colors donât look right in the darkness of her office, it all looks dull. Empty. She was unable to come up with a design for her recent client, and it is evidently eating her alive.
This was unlike her. Ever since you had disappearedâshe hasnât been able to create anything of worth, in her eyes. If you were still here, youâd be quick to silence these kinds of thoughts from her. Youâd say it looked perfect before she had even thought about scrapping the entire thing, youâyou gave meaning to her art.
Now? Sheâd simply throw away the fabric in some corner of the store, let the dust take home in the red satin as she moved on to another project. This cycle would continue on and on. It irritates her hands to touch the fabric, it heals a part of her to destroy it. These outfits no longer held any meaning in her heart now that you werenât here. It felt wrong to put them up on the white lifeless plastic mannequins knowing it shouldâve been you to wear the clothing before she sent them out. It shouldâve been you, laughing at the way her gloved fingers lightly glided across your skinânow the simple sound of your happiness haunts her.
How long would it be until you return? Until that time comes, she waits patiently behind the doors of her boutique. After all, there is no real story behind her pieces if you werenât there with her.
Hello. You've reached the inbox of Aviiarie. I'm out with my partner Firefly and can't answer at the moment, but please leave a message and I'll get back to you.
cws & notes: no warnings. fluff, 0.4k words. fem!reader because she's sapphic in my heart. my beautiful wife himeko i love you so much <3
Itâs no secret that HIMEKO adores you.
Sheâs never tried to hide it. Thereâs no denying the way her eyes soften when they fall on you, a slight curve of a smile curling over her lips. Your name is something sweet on her tongue, something to turn over in her mouth, savour, and the way she speaks it never lets you forget.
You know. She knows. The Astral Express knows. Everyone with two eyes and common sense knows. You didn't have to be open about your relationship for people to put the pieces together, to notice the tiny smear of red lipstick on your cheek, the meaningful looks she sends and the lingering touches.
She simply adores you, with every waking breath and every thrum of her heartbeat.
âDarling?â A low hum breaks through the silence of your room. The suddenness of it might have startled you, but the voice is a familiar sound. You look up from the deskânot yours, hers, but her room was synonymous with yours at this point. âYou're working? Why don't you get some rest, hm?â
âSoon.â You stifle a yawn as Himeko approaches, laying her palm onto your shoulder. The touch is so gentle, you lean into it unconsciously, sighing as she rubs circles into your skin. âJust had to finish writing up that report on our last trip for the records, and then I'm ready for bed.â
âOh, darling.â She sighs, grasping your face in her hands. She leans down, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. âDidn't I say I could handle it?â
âYeah, butââ Another kiss leaves you feeling light-headed, stomach turning over with giddiness. âI wanted to. You're working so hard, and I thought I could finish this up for you, at least.â
âSuch a thoughtful lover I have...â She murmurs, kissing your face all over. In between pecks to your nose, forehead, and cheeks, she whispers: âSo kind. So generous. So beautiful. So pretty. So perfect.â
âH-Hey!â Your face is heating up under the barrage of affection. âI get it!â
âOh, I'm sorry. You know I can't help it.â She smiles softly, finally meeting your lips for a long, drawn out kiss. Itâs enough to steal the air from your lungs, letting you lose yourself in the feeling of her mouth on yours, making your head spin and your heart sing.
can i request ME KILLING DR. RATIO?!?/!/1/ romantically of course. thank you!
cws & notes: uhmm death. guns. blood and injury. angst, 1k words. i totally misread this ask and thought you said aventurine. my bad! hope you like it <3
It was always going to end with this, one way or another. You weren't enough of a fool not to expect the inevitable; you'd sealed your fate the moment you found yourself developing some sort of affection towards him, and now you were reaping the consequences. Yet somehow, even though the gun was in your hands, there was hesitation in your movements, a strum of fear deep in your chest.
AVENTURINE stares back at you, an odd mixture of shock, betrayal, and thrill in his eyes. His gaze flicks upwards, from the gun pointed squarely at his chest, to your troubled expression. He watches carefully as your hands shake, pushing the weapon closer in a clear threat.
âSo this is it, then.â He says slowly, searching your features for any sort of recognition. âAnd to think, I truly believed you'd changed. Crawling back to the Stellaron Hunters now?â
âYou say that like I ever left.â Against your will, your voice begins to shake. You clear your throat with a cough, trying to mask your uneasiness.
âI'd be a fool to think you did. I can't say I expected this, though. Not today at least.â Aventurine muses, his face schooling into his usual sly smile, as if it was as easy as breathing. For him, it probably was. âNot when we had such a nice day together. Tell me, was it lunch? Was the restaurant too pricey? I would have been happy to pay for your portion of the bill, there's no need for violence over something so trivial.â
âShut it.â You hiss. His inane chatter had ulterior motives of its own, and you knew it. It was clear he was only trying to get a rise out of you, to try to make your temper to get the best of you and your intentions to spill out. He was clever, but you were well-versed in his tricks by now. âI don't need to give you any explanation. I could kill you right now.â
âArenât the soon-to-be-dead granted one last wish?â He grins, clasping both of his hands over yours, pulling the gun closer against his chest. His eyes were locked onto yours, never wavering for even a single moment. It unnerves you slightly, the manic glint towards them, but you canât bring yourself to break away from his gaze.
âWhat, you expecting me to spare your life?â You scoff, trying to tug your hands away from his iron-tight grip. He doesnât budge, only using your struggle to press himself closer. âDonât kid yourself. I owe you no mercy.â
âNothing of the sort. Kill me if you must, but please, if youâre going toââ His hold tightens on your hand, pulling the gun away from his chest and upwards, until the barrel rests against the centre of his forehead. âBe kind with it.â
Your breath catches in your throat. It would be easy, too easy. He was practically begging for it, staring at you with fierce expectation. All it would take was one pull of the trigger, and he would be gone. Your mission was already complete, the only thing you needed to take care of was the witnessesâor rather, witness.
And yet... you were frozen.
âYou canât do it, can you?â Aventurine whispers, as soft as a promise. All fronts and pretenses were dropped, and for a moment, you can see flash of the man you knew a few days ago. The one who had shifted in your mind, from a target, to a friend, to something more. You could try to pretend growing close to him was all a part of your plan, but the both of you knew the truth.
âYou canât do it, because you still love me.â
The words were all he needed to cut your puppet strings, letting your arm fall loosely at your side. He steps back, satisfied, as you slump over where you stand.
You couldn't do it.
It was supposed to be easy, betraying him. You only infiltrated his circle because you were planning to betray him in the end, taking advantage of his position in the IPC for your own gains. But somewhere along the line, somewhere in between the coffee dates, and late nights working, and discussions about anything and everything, something had changed.
You loved him. You couldn't do it, because you loved him.
And he loved you too, that much you knew as fact. If he didn't he wouldn't be looking at you the way he was, hands twitching at his side like he was still itching to comfort you, even now.
âI can't stay here.â You eventually choke out. âI-I have to go. They'll find out what happened soon, and I need to be gone by then.â
âAnd you also can't be leaving me behind.â Aventurine says. Your silence is confirmation enough, and he hums in thought.
His hand slides into his pocket, withdrawing a small blade concealed within the folds of his clothing. He holds it in one hand, and pulls the glove on the other off with his teeth, drawing a thin line across his bare palm. The moment he does, small beads of blood begin to bubble over the surface of his skin; the cut was shallow, but bleeding quickly.
Delicately, he brushes the injured hand over his own chest, leaving behind a smear of red, before swiping his bloodied thumb across your own cheek. Whatâs left is proof, crucial evidence that something had happened resulting in blood shed.
âTwo shots to the chest, barely to the left of the heart. I survived, of course, but you were none the wiser.â Aventurine continues, replacing his glove. âYou left quickly, before my colleagues could discover what happened. For all you know, Aventurine is dead.â
All you can manage is a nod, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. He pauses for a moment, before pressing a kiss to your cheek. As tender as the gesture is, it feels like a goodbye.
âWhen we meet again, pretend to be surprised.â
making sis!silverwolf do your dailies because you're AWAY from HOME and you absolutely CANNOT lose your streak!!!
cws & notes: no warnings! fluff, 500+ words. that's so weird, i thought you said aventurine... crazy! hope you like this anyway <333
AVENTURINE couldn't say he expected that the first message he would receive from you since you left for your trip to be SOS HELP ME PLZ, but you lived to surprise him.
The moment he opened his phone to read what you'd sent, he choked on his drink. The words made his heart stop, a chill running down his spine, as all of the possible things that could go wrong flashed through his head. What if you were lost? What if you were hurt? What if something happened and he wasn't there to help youâ
You, 11:12pm: forgot to do my dailies :(
Ah. Makes sense.
Aventurine, 11:13pm: You mean for that gacha game of yours? Should we have a talk about your gambling addiction?
You, 11:14pm: you're one to talk!! it's not an addiction i just CANT LOSE MY STREAK
Aventurine rolled his eyes, a slight smile gracing his features. You truly never changed, always obsessed with your video games. It was almost comforting how predictable you were; you were the one constant in his life, always there in the background no matter what.
There was refreshing about it, knowing that there was one thingâone person he would never lose. As long as he lived, you would be family. And that was all that mattered.
Aventurine, 11:13pm: Haha. Of course. I'll do your dailies.
Aventurine closed his phone, sliding it into his back pocket and walking over to your room. It was right at the end of his apartment, a 'guest' room that had long since been claimed as your own. He pushed open the door, unlocked as it always was, and peered around the entrance, looking for your tablet.
He spotted it tossed onto the top of your sheets, and quickly snatched it up. Retreating from your room, he closed the door behind himself and settled on his couch, opening your game. The start menu popped up, and he clicked the Ready button on his screen. It loaded for a moment, before he spawned into the world.
It wasn't too difficult to work out how to navigate the game; he'd watched you play enough times to get a hang of it easily, but what caught his attention was not the gameplay itself, but the mechanism that had enticed you to download it in the first place.
The gacha, a simple, yet convoluted feature that seemed determined to drain your funds with little to no reward. You had ranted about it on numerous occasions, complaining about how you wasted all of your resources on the current banner without even getting the character you were striving for.
Aventurine eyed the amount of currency listed at the top of the screen, just shy of the amount for a ten pull. It wouldn't take long to grind enough materials to make that amount, and he had a whole evening to waste. An idea crept into his head at the though.
Surely you wouldn't mind if he did a few pulls...
It was about an hour later that he logged off the game, successfully completing his goals. He replaced the tablet in your room, shutting the door with a click, and a grin.
Aventurine, 12:23am: Done. Got that character you were pulling for too. You're welcome.
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