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honkaimethrail · 5 days
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I saw you wanting to draw smth and I just gotta throw this in
Aventurine is smiling but he covers his mouth with his hat so we can only see his eyes like ^^ IFYKWIM?!?;_(#:8_:_
Anon I GET YOU here he is!!
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What did I say everyone has good ideas he’s so cute
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honkaimethrail · 9 days
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honkaimethrail · 12 days
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Op congratulations but I feel like there are way too many pixels in this image. Maybe try de-pixelating it or smth ❤
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My boy came home n one pull!!!!
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honkaimethrail · 13 days
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Adding to this, another thing I find stupid is the author of these fics complaining about how sensitive people are and some of the people in their comments defending them, saying how "dark" fiction has always existed.
First of all, this isn't the dark fiction you're portraying it to be. Dark romance can be written without fetishism.
And even if there are fics like this, they have ALWAYS received disapproval and criticism. Did you think everyone liked reading it. If you think people are snowflake or sensitive for criticizing disturbing themes, you're the one that needs help. Your so-called "haters" aren't sensitive, they just don't want to see their beloved character get fetishized and written in such a disgusting way, completely different from how it is.
Rather than approval, these authors SHOULD BE expecting criticism instead. It's not a theme that people in general enjoy with their beloved characters. Clowning on the people who feel offended by a basic bad theme isn't "cool".
earlier i saw an Aventurine x reader smut fanfic in which the reader is his sister and i just had to SAY SOMETHING even if i expect no one to give a fuck
Its not the first time im seeing someone fetishize incest and write about it as if its normal? again with the disgusting non-con as well (but thats a different topic)
making a character a really disgusting person to fill their own sick fantasies and having the confidence to post it on here as if its something commonly accepted
that isnt the big issue tho, theres many sick people on the platform.
my problem with this is that i saw exactly 2 people, other than me who complained in the comments of that fanfic and expressed how disgusted they are, calling the author sick etc etc
it has over 150 likes at the moment, if you, reading this, remember reading it and enjoying it just know youre gross, sick and disgusting just like the author
im not the first and i wont be last person to talk about this but if you have weird fetishes that doesnt fucking mean you have to share them with others, hope this helps <3
i tell you when i saw that post my jaw was ON THE FLOOR
ive seen many weird fanfics but hey i had not seen an incest one in a while
before anyone says "its a trauma response" "people deal this way with trauma and SA" bs just know i do not give a fuck, you can deal with all the trauma you have in private! just like everyone else
non-con is weird as it is, but writing about incest? you are going too far and you have issues in the head, you dont have to share it and spread it on a platform where people may think this shit is normal
go get therapy instead
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honkaimethrail · 13 days
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As much as I want to 'fix' Aventurine so he won't have to suffer, I'd be doing his character zero justice.
Aventurine is someone strong, he's capable of pulling himself up all on his own, even from the worst lows imaginable. He's not an uwu baby boy who needs you to save him and do everything for him.
Aventurine just needs someone to stay by him, be there as his support, his shoulder to lean on, a guarantee in a sea of chances he can fall back on, someone he can really trust. The rest of it? He's got it all under control.
Aventurine doesn't need you to fix him, he needs you to be there for him as he fixes himself.
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honkaimethrail · 13 days
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Forms of Affection : Aventurine
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A/N : He's my babygirl fr. I might continue these with other characters too but im not sure. Lemme know what you think
Headcanon where Aventurine likes to share clothes and accessories with his partner. If you're not the same size, you both usually get a bit oversized clothes so it can fit the both of you.
At the early stage of your relationship, there wouldn't be such a thing. Although he might've bought you something you caught a fancy too, you wouldn't be sharing much, clothes would be out of the equation.
However it slowly starts with sharing accessories, having matching bracelets. Aventurine would also lend you his hat as a joke or his coat if you're cold. You did the same.
At some point, the two of you stopped having separate clothing for most of your attires altogether. What's yours was his, and what belonged to his was, in Aventurine's words — "naturally yours. "
There was something so natural about it. Aventurine, waking up to you kissing his face, wearing his night clothes. To which he giggles, and asks for a kiss on the lips, which you happily oblige to while he sneakily uses the chance to pull you back to bed. Or maybe you, seeing Aventurine wearing one of your jackets, coats, even when they didn't quite fit his flamboyant image, but that didn't matter to your lover, who smiles at you fondly.
Maybe it's a not so secret that Aventurine wants to be surrounded by you, be it in any way. He loves you to bits and misses you dearly when he's away from you. It's something that only exists between the two of you in the entire universe, which is why he often finds himself thinking that it might be time for you to share wedding rings too.
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honkaimethrail · 13 days
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“under the burning hill” ; aventurine
premise — you say you know him, what will he choose?
tags — angst, with comfort if you squint, mentions of death, a lot of metaphors, spoilers to his backstory, i seriously don’t know how to tag this one, not proofread, 0.9k words; ficlet
tagging — @toorurs
note — i once cried to those tiktok slideshows that are like “if you really know your mother/self/father/sister/brother, what will they choose?” and then this fic happened. this is NOT my celebration fic for getting him, i have different one in my drafts
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you say you know aventurine, what is he choosing?
a chance to be with his family again
he dreamt of flowers and gardens, of empty fields and large floating clouds, of tears and warmth, and he knelt into the dream where he felt the warmth of his sister’s hug and the soothing melody of his mother’s song. he buries his corpse who knew his father’s voice and how he would hold his child. in his dreams, he is good and he is loved.
he had nightmares of blood and fire, of wounds and tainted, dirty clothes, of screams and cries, and he’ll run away from the blades that will chase him, his body will become a corpse along with many others as he hides in the bloody waters. he has known death even before he saw his reflection.
and when he awakes from this, he’ll find himself in an empty bedroom despite the corners and the walls adorned with furniture, decoration, and dust. he’ll find himself alone—waking up yet he’s still in a nightmare. his family isn’t there.
for his shackles to never exist
the chain suffocates him—there’s the harsh smell of rusting metal and the cold tug of the chain when he moves his hand. his clothes are tattered, the collar and the hems burned off, and he stands before the eyes that scrutinizes and looks down on his existence. their gaze leaves letters that burn on his skin and it forms into a scar that will never heal, a reminder of what he is meant to be and will always be.
but he walks in the streets in flamboyance, the chain never seen on his wrist and neck as if it never once touched him. he treads the line of freedom and restriction recklessly and like a bird who has never known how to spread its wings, he could never reach far into the sky.
the form of his shackles have changed; it doesn’t mean he also has.
to stop the tremble of his hands
he fiddles with his fingers, adjusts the way his watch rests on his wrist—he keeps his hand busy and hidden. he wears a smile on his lips and utters such words filled with confidence as he places his bet, as he gambles his life, yet he desperately tries to conceal the way his hands tremble as he clutches on to his chips.
he wagers his life as if his existence was only a mere chip on the table, but it’s the only control he’ll ever have over himself.
an apology
he has dealt with scornful gazes and harsh remarks, has dwelled on the hidden meaning behind people’s words. he’s all too familiar with the cruel and unkind thread that weaves into their tongue as they speak—some may sing praises to him yet their eyes would harbor only hatred and disgust.
he wishes someone would ask for his forgiveness, but why would he even deserve one? what did he even do to deserve one? what did he do? does his existence outweigh the heaviness of a single syllable the word carries? was he worthy of one? does he even have any worth?
he can only let their gaze taint his skin, rearrange the letters of the words they utter into the one he will never hear.
(he has never forgiven himself either.)
to finally let go
how bruised are his knees and how long will he repent for the sins he has never committed?
he holds on to his burden as if it was a part of him, as if he’ll be nothing but an empty vessel if he loses his hold on it. he knows it's holding him down, knows it's making his hands bleed but it’s everything and the only thing he has known for—the thorns has been engraved into his palm and became part of his skin. he’ll stuff his mouth full of rotten food and leave his stomach empty, and he’ll believe this is what he’s made for.
perhaps when he'll finally find a place to put everything down, he’ll learn how it feels to live for himself and not for the things he carries.
you say you know kakavasha, what is he choosing?
to never have to say goodbye
farewell is a form of poetry and he is a poem.
in most days, he’ll hear his sister’s voice in the empty corridors of his home, he’ll hear the echoes and follow him into places she could never reach (his wishes will never be enough to save her). he’s haunted by the unspoken farewells and the goodbyes he is forced to make, watching their backs as they leave or his own.
(he wishes he never knew the word.)
(his child self) having a conversation with future him
children are bound with endless dreams and light to see into the dark as they walk into their future—he was (once) one of them. he’ll stay up at night wondering what’s ahead of him, grasping on to what little left of his hope that things will become better, and when he sleeps, he’ll dream of talking to his future self.
“are you happy?”
if he’ll have a conversation with his future self, he’ll tell him everything and anything, make him recall the memories lost when growing up, trace the stars with him as he asks him the questions he’s curious to know the answer to (his future self will know him inside out but he, the child he once was, will never know him). and maybe he’ll put their palms together once he notices his agitation—and he’ll see the differences of their hands and notice the dying light in their eyes—as they ask for their god’s blessings.
he’ll tell him: everything will be okay, even when he’ll only be met with silence.
(get onstage 
fear not
never look back.)
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honkaimethrail · 13 days
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I GOT AVENTURINE !!!
sharing my luck to aventurine wanters!!
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honkaimethrail · 14 days
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Aventurine is so so mitski and taylor swift coded it isn't even a joke
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honkaimethrail · 14 days
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Aventurine is the type of person who would absolutely melt if you do simple domestic acts of affection to him. Tuck his hair back casually when he's focused on something. If you accidentally took extra moisturizer cream, use the extra to gently apply it on his hands. Dry his hair off with a hairdryer/towel after you both get out of your bath. He'll be much more comfortable with grandidose acts of affection, but something as intimate as these makes his breath hitch in his throat, and his heart all warm with love and gratitude for you.
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honkaimethrail · 14 days
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What the fuck does she eat to say weird shit like this
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honkaimethrail · 14 days
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short lil aventurine imagines I have in my head..
dark content dni. / also mention nightmares and fem reader!
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aventurine who’s really touch starved so he cuddles , hugs you any chance he gets.
aventurine who teaches u how to gamble just in case you two play together.
aventurine who laughs when you call him “rinrin”.
aventurine who haves you on his lap n’ lets you kiss his chips for good luck.
aventurine who wins every round of gambling then thanks you for the good luck.
aventurine who slowly opens up to you about his past slowly trusting you.
aventurine who will kiss you every time you wake up.
aventurine who lets you do skincare on him as your home date.
aventurine who watches horror movies with you on date nights.
aventurine who secretly wants to marry you sooner or later<3.
aventurine who wakes up early to draw doodles on your face as a prank.
aventurine who wants to have a family with you.
aventurine who loves to spoil you rotten.
aventurine who wakes up to nightmares you slowly comfort him<3.
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NO ANGST IN MY HOOD BRO😭🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾‼️‼️🗣️🗣️ sorry
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