#LIGHTCONE | ask

[celestial-sword-dance]

From Jing Yuan to Yanqing for the Lunar New Year!

"I was wondering where you ran off to. More swords, hm?" The question is only a tease, Jing Yuan patting the boy's head as he approached from behind, unannounced as usual. "I was of the impression that one invites fortune and wealth into the new year, not spends it." Even so, Jing Yuan gently turns Yanqing around, presents a red envelope and taps his nose with it. "This should more than make up for it, hm?

"Happy New Year, little sparrow. I am very, very proud of you."

"General!" Yanqing started, whipping his head around to see his master. In his hands were already two swords he had just bought, and from the way he had been eying yet another vendor, it seemed he already had a third in mind. Called out, he crossed his arms and puffed his cheeks defensively, swords somewhat awkwardly pinned between his chest and arms. "Hey! I am inviting wealth! Just- a wealth of new swords to train with."

He blinked as the envelope hit his nose. After a moment of registering what had just collided with his face, his eyes seemed to light up in the dark evening as he scrambled to grab it without dropping his swords.

"Ah! Thank you, general!" he exclaimed. In his boyish excitement, he leaned into the general in a rather awkward half hug, only able to use one arm without dropping his swords. However, realizing the immaturity of his actions a moment later, he quickly pulled back and offered a bowed head instead. "Happy New Year as well."

#ON TRACK | ic #ALL EYES ON YOU | Yanqing #LIGHTCONE | ask #everlastiingiimmortals #((willow at some point I gotta get opinions on a jing yuan tag))

[baeshijima]

lets also just

hello penacony 😩

#may the stars guide you <3 #ill answer asks later when i finish my last class of the term but aAAAAAA #MISS ROBIN MAAM I AM ON MY KNEES FOR U ????? #also.... gallagher...... and aventurine...... and black swan........ #at least this means i can save for the patch after unless i go for ratios lightcone.... #crying merry christmas hsr players fr fr 😭😭

[darting-ironthorn]

"Yanqing, lieutenant of the Luofu Cloud Knights, reporting in!"

rules and info below the cut!!

Rules (ooc)

➤ NO NSFW ANYTHING!! MOD IS A MINOR!! i am also not comfortable with suggestive asks

➤ Mod is not comfortable with flirting on their blogs UNLESS they have spoken with the other person before hand

➤ Racists, proshippers, incest shippers, ableists, homophobes, anything of the like, do not interact, you'll be blocked

➤ In character asks are good (this is a rp blog after all)

➤ I don't roleplay in DMs, but you can DM for important things/to ask for ships

➤ Please be patient when waiting for answers to asks, I am in school and get BUSY

➤ No shipping wars, all ships (that are of age) are allowed

➤ Mod is autistic and may misunderstand stuff please be patient with me

➤ Hate is ignored and deleted so like. don't try what's the point.

General

➤ MOD DOES NOT PLAY HONKAI STARRAIL OFTEN AND ALSO DOESN'T HAVE YANQING IN GAME. I JUST AM OBSESSED WITH THE LITTLE GUY. DON'T EXPECT HUGE UNDERSTANDING OF LORE

➤ Mod uses he/they pronouns thank you!!

➤ May seem ooc as i have hcs sprinkled in here

➤ Italics for actions, bold for shouting/yelling, italics and quotations for thoughts, quotations for speaking, small text is for whispering (um. i might forget this sorry.)

➤ More stuff may be added here as needed

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Tags and Signoffs

🐦 time for some swordplay : general interactions

⚔️ practice is over : shenanigans/in character rambles

ooc : mod talks

More may be added...later.

#yanqing #honkai starrail #honkai star rail #??? WHAT TAG DO I USE OH GOD #hsr roleplay #honkai star rail roleplay #hsr ask blog #passes out my boy. my boy i need you to come home. #i have your lightcone just. come to me. please my standard wishes are getting nowhere #holding out swords like theyre cat treats

[eggluverz]

i had a little flufferfluff idea (ft. My obsession with lightcones and Dan Heng x Reader)

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Lightcone - Home

He’s never found a home. The place he once called home is not anymore. She’s never found a home. The place she once called home is lost to time.

As they gaze upon the stars together, from the safety of the train… “Don’t worry. We’ll always find refuge amongst the stars.”

He knows. This is home.

(Props to those who get my reference. Hint: the dialogue)

ANYWAYS SOF I LOVE YOUR WRITINGG😍😍😍😍

ANON THIS IS SOOO GOOD !!! this 100% feels like it could be a lightcone. and i get ur transformers reference hehe :3

idk if this was a request but i could def see a fic based off this too 🥺 dan heng struggles at first with feeling like he has no home or place to belong but eventually he knows the astral express is his home. and maybe the crew finds reader during like a mission— dan heng notices ur lost and scared … it’d be cool if u were like part of some organization in ur home planet but during wars or colonization idk LMAO ur planet is destroyed. ur one of the few survivors bc u were on a business trip idk come back and everythjng is gone.. u have no where to turn to now and eventually the express picks u up <3 and then we trauma bond with dan heng !! HDKALXKKA

#NO BUT FRL THE IDEAS UR HOME LIGHTCONE GAVE ME #I LOVE IT SO MUCH<3 #if i were an artist i’d try drawing the light cone for u but alas.. i cannot draw even stick figures AHHAHA #ty for sharing ur thoughts anon <3 #💌 asks #ALSO TYSM IM GLAD U LIKE MY WRITING🫶🫶🫶🫶

[devinevirtue]

Love deciding to build Gepard at last and I get his lightcone. It's a sign.

#╰ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ 【☆】 ooc ramblings / asks. #// rip guess i suffer #// as i have to farm for him now #// his lightcone is maxed and so is he #// i just need to farm for his traces

[visionkept]

I’M FINALLY FREE ! ! ! Managed to ace all of my finals and projects !! My best semester so far. From now on I’ll get back some FREE TIME needed to get back on track with writing and drawing.

Lately I have been playing a lot of HONKAI to distress and I have found myself ATTACHED to this damn game. Expect a hsr verse soon. Also here’s my UID ( 601849448 ) for those interested ( NA SERVER ).

#missed toto and all of you so much. sorry for the sudden hiatus #i'll play some honkai before tackling old ims and asks!! #︾╼╼ █ █ ║˚ ▹ BERRY SPEAKS.▕🗲 #got jing E1 with himeko's lightcone so i'm saving pulls to see if i get him E2 hehe #if u see my honkai description... no u did NOT. it's in spanish so those who know shhhh

[petrichorium]

Watched a vid breaking down jingliu’s best teams and now I have the zoomies I want her to be built nowwwwww I wanna do massive strap damage Immediately

#pattering on the roof #genuinely could not have asked for a better char to miraculously get the lightcone for tbh #rlly kicking myself for fucking up my speed stats tho ngl

[celestial-sword-dance]

Bondage for Sampo?

♡ >> send me a kink and I'll have my muse rate it << ♡ [accepting]

"Now what kind of cr- I mean, businessman would I be if I juts let myself get all tied up?"

"Though I must admit, I feel pretty comfy in those Silvermane handcuffs~"

scale: fuck no, gross, not for them, eh, no opinion, kinda, hot, fuck yes, p l e a s e do this

#ON TRACK | ic #EVERYBODY LOVES ME | Sampo #LIGHTCONE | ask #THE NAMELESS | anon #ECHOES OF THE UNIVERSE | ask meme

[jamrroll]

So good new is that when Dan Heng IL, comes in like 5 days, I have enough warps(including current pity and the 10-pull from Gift of Odyssey) to guarantee me a 5-star.. bad news is I’m on my 50/50 and I’ve won two in a row and my luck might not hold up for a third.

#please please please hyv just one more #that’s all i ask #I won’t ask for anything else ever again jus please please please give me my final bbg #(also an E1 Bronya would be nice if you could throw that in there too) #(at some point) #(also please no more Welts) #(or lightcones I have no use for <3) #honkai star rail #dan heng #dan heng il #hsr 1.3

[seelestia]

great to see that you have been infected with the scaramouche, i hope you get him

.💭

he is leeching off me and i can't seem to pry him off .... it has been 4 months in this darn hellhole (send help).

NONNIE, LOOK!! 🤭 he came home at 53 pity and on 50/50 .... what goes on. my seele came home at 54 pity and on 50/50 too?? a pattern. i'm seeing it.

ALSO HUHHHH, TALK ABOUT SECOND THOUGHTS?? okay, luocha switched up fast after that 83 pity thing. but he's so good! like my luocha has sucky relics and traces but his heals are a lifesaver. unfortunately, leveling up traces take Loads™ of time and i only have seele at all maxed traces ..... anxiously glances at blade, luocha, and bronya waiting in the queue.

ngl, i think having a strong memory is prbbly why history is one of my top subjects 😭 in conclusion, don't tell me weird stuff because i'll most likely remember it and bring it up at the most random of moments 🥸 (also, this is so out of the blue but i felt like i wanted to tell you: i just went thru exams recently and got back some test results! my history marks are going stronf 💪 idk what possessed me because i used to get C's last year)

#I SAW THAT YOU GOT BLADE BTW!! WTHHHH #***AND HIS LIGHTCONE #you're a true blade main thru and thru #now we're matching because i also have blade and wanderer yipee 🤭 #i'm high-fiving you in the face (gently) so you can get some sleep (/lh) #ask box! 📬 #visitor: dearest brainrot anon! 💭

[k9wa]

𑣲 RILE HIM UP ! ft BOOTHILL.

⠀ — your least favourite cyborg is brought back to you a mangled mess.

⠀ OR

⠀ — being boothill’s mechanic when you lowkey can’t stand each other.

⚠︎ sweet sweet tension, a little suggestive towards the end, gn reader (no referring pronouns), can they fuck already, this was ib by his lightcone, wc 1.9k

boothill's eyes flickered to life, emitting a faint glow of red as his systems began to reboot.

a pair of familiar red pupils met yours, two crosshairs fading into sight as boothill regained his sight and— to your dismay— consciousness.

as the cyborg regained his motion he attempted a step forward, only to realise he didn’t have the feet or legs to do so. the only thing keeping him powered on were some metal claws screwed into his back and a few loose cables connecting to your terminals.

“sugar plum,” boothill's scruffy voice cut through the silence. “do y'care to explain where my legs might’a run off to?”

you actually cocked an eyebrow. how the hell were you supposed to know? boothill was brought back to you in a mess of scraps and wiring— the damn hunk of metal was lucky you made him as blast proof as possible and he was left salvageable. 

“care to tell me how the hell you got this roughed up?”

you asked in turn, crouching down to look at the detached and ruined internals of boothill's torso where the stand-in wires were connected. you ran a finger carefully along the edge of his shredded metallic stomach.

“guess i didn't make you as smart as i thought. time for a newer model, maybe?”

boothill's eyes flickered down to his missing lower half, then to your hand that was more or less caressing him. it was amazing how much annoyance they could show in all their artificial glory.

“look who’s talkin.” the cowboy grumbled, pointy fangs poking out in an irritated grin. 

“how ‘bout, ‘gee, boothill! i’m real glad y’ain’t get blown to smithereens beyond repair!’” 

“it would've been less work for me if whoever blew you up finished the job.”

you sighed as you stood up, putting a hand lazily on your hip.

“how’d it happen?”

boothill bit back another argument with a gruff chuckle.

“some real cutie-pies i was huntin’ down had a lil’ more firepower than i expected. guess they didn’t appreciate me spoilin’ their party.”

boothill visibly cringed as his insult was substituted with some cutesy nickname mid explanation.

“and can you fix my beautiful synesthesia beacon already? this thing is drivin’ me up the wall.”

the request fell on deaf ears as your fingers typed something on your laptop, likely another string of code.

“you’re more concerned about your censor than how long it’s gonna take me to put your legs back on…” you sighed to yourself, still leaned over your workbench, eyes focused on your screen.

“i'm not touching it right now. you’re lucky i’m even letting you stay sentient after this.”

boothill snorted at the remark, brows furrowing in a steady grimace.

“well, ‘scuse me for wantin’ to speak freely–  i’m a grown man!” his pointy teeth shone as they peeked out again in a grin.

“y’know what? just leave yer lil’ tools and all the pieces there— i’ll get my legs back on myself. don’t need no charity work from the likes’a you.” he laughed. “heck, may even give myself a new pecker while i'm at it!”

the mechanic had half a mind to listen, sit back and watch boothill struggle to reassemble himself just to prove a point and simultaneously bask in his embarrassment when the former realised it wasn’t possible.

(not that he would’ve admitted defeat– you would have begrudgingly stepped in and helped before he inevitably messed up his wiring more.)

you stepped back over to boothill, hands moving to hold his cheeks so you could tilt his face side to side to check for any more damage.

“cool it, cowboy.” your eyes squinted in focus as they looked at boothill's, lightly tugging up on his eyelid to check for scratches or cracks.

“i'll get you back up and running, just lose the attitude already.”

boothill's eyes narrowed as he felt your touch on his face. the temperature difference of warm fingers on his cold, mechanical body stirring an oddity where his gut should have been. though he tried to ignore it, the sensation was there, clear as day against all his artificial nerve endings. 

“real easy for you to say,” he huffed, avoiding your eyes as he was examined like a broken toy. “let’s see how peachy you are when yer all strung up and legless, love muffin.”

that censor really was gonna drive him insane.

“just get it over with.'' boothill muttered in annoyance. “and try not t’fuss anythin’ up.”

it took quite some time, as expected, for you to successfully reattach boothill’s legs and fix his mangled midsection. when you were finally finished, you tugged out any leftover wires that connected boothill to your terminals and pushed back in your wheelie chair to beckon the cowboy forward. you pushed your glasses up to your forehead, some hair getting swept out of your eyes with them.

“feel fine?”

boothill rolled his ankles and bent his knees, giving his legs a good stretch to test their mobility.

“mighty fine,” he responded, satisfied to feel they were weighted and moved the same as before. “though i can’t say i’m lovin’ the breeze up my backside.” 

boothill glanced down at himself, steel body completely bare and lacking any of his signature clothing. 

“got my pants lyin’ around anywhere, sugar plum?”

you pointed to another table in the room, where boothills clothes— (or rather the new ones you had to go and get—) were neatly folded, his hat placed on top of them. 

boothill went to get himself dressed, hoisting up his bell bottomed pants and sliding on his jacket. he stole a glance in your direction every so often, resisting the childish urge to roll his eyes at the mere sight of you.

the artificial man hit a small bump in the road as he went to zip his jacket (could you really call it that with how little it covered?) up—  his fingers weren’t responding as well as they should have been. he could open and close his fist, but lacked the precision to pinch and hold the zipper.

“hey, honeybun,'' boothill called over to you with a furrowed brow. “didn’t i tell you not to go fudgin’ anythin’ up?”

you, in all your overtired glory groaned, turning around in your chair and waving boothill back over.

“what are you talking about?” 

“my cute lil’ fingers ain’t workin’ that’s what i’m talkin’ ‘bout!”

boothill's footsteps were clunky and loud as he stomped his way back over to his mechanic.

you reached for his hand, an uncharacteristic gentleness in your touch as you examined five mechanical fingers.

“make a fist,”

boothill obeyed, curling his fingers into his palm.

“open it,”

he obeyed again, letting them open and relax.

“hold up two fingers,”

boothill tried, but his fingers got stuck halfway into the motion, locking at the joints.

“son of a bitch.” you sighed, turning for one of your tools. “sit back down.”

boothill grumbled and went to hoist himself back onto the workbench.

“least one o’us can say it…” 

“do you want me to fix you or not?”

“i'm sittin’ ain’t i??”

you pulled boothill's shirt off his left shoulder and popped open a tiny panel on the curve of his neck, sliding your glasses back on to the bridge of your nose. with a lean forward you began carefully looking at a few thin wires that filled the space.

boothill tapped his fingers against the tabletop while you worked, that same oddity as before settling in his now repaired gut. he rarely got messed up enough for you and him to spend this much time together, or for you to have to really be in such close proximity.

it’s not uncomfortable, but the feeling is by no means familiar. it’s actually a little embarrassing– a galaxy ranger, a space cyborg and expert hunter, feeling almost flustered at some close contact like some kind of shy little girl.

“something the matter?”

boothill nearly jumped as you spoke up quietly to check on him, voice quiet and so close to his ear he had to refrain from leaning both closer and away.

“nah, everything’s just dandy.” boothill’s voice followed yours– quieter and a little softer as a result of the closeness.

“you’re sure?” you looked up from the small mess of wires, eyes glancing up at your cyborg over the rim of your glasses. “might as well fix anything else that’s bugging you while i’m here.”

boothill would have swallowed if he had the need to lubricate his throat. he shook his head, turning to look somewhere— anywhere else.

yours lingered on him, albeit briefly, observing the clench of his jaw and the way he tried to shift in his seat without being disruptive to your work. he didn’t see the little smirk tug at your lips as you refocused on the task at hand.

boothill’s cybernetic limbs felt almost human in their sensitivity, sending faux shivers up a spine he didn’t even have. the mechanics fingers running down his forearm are doing him no favours as they move to hold his hand again.

“close your fist…open it…two fingers up…”

each command was obeyed, ten gunmetal fingers finally holding up a little peace sign.

“that should be it, come see me if they start acting up again.”

you stood up, tentatively reaching out to fix boothill’s jacket and begin to zip it for him.

boothill didn’t protest the act, but it was…confusing, to say the least.

“reckon i’ll just start seein’ those auto bots again,” he leaned back on his palms as your fingers fixed his collar, straightening it out.  “much as i love our lil’ visits.”

you only hummed, smoothing out a few wrinkles and neatly tucking his scarf into it’s neckline, as he liked. “you could,” you mused, hooking your finger lightly into his collar and giving a gentle tug forward. “they don’t take as good care of you as i do, though.”

this time boothill caught the little smirk on your lips, clear as day and enough to make him question if short circuiting was possible.

you’re doing it on purpose, he knows. the careful touches to his hands and body against the sensors you put there, quiet voice leaving him with a frisson you made it possible for him to have.

boothill returned the smirk, albeit a little wobbly.

“you tryin’a rile me up, sugar plum?” 

he entertained you with a lean forward, two white crosshairs looking right at you while he considered if a hand on your waist was too forward or the perfect cornering move. 

“just like watching you squirm.”

you were gone as quickly as you’d arrived, finger unhooked and going to pick up his hat.

“but say i was,” you didn’t bother with a glance over as you made sure the brim was straight and unharmed. “i hardly have to try.” 

boothill hopped down from the table, following your path and offering a scruffy chuckle when you reached up to place it on his head.

“yeah? and what makes y’say that?” his hand found a place on his hip.

you didn’t respond— not verbally, anyway. a quick flick of your eyes downwards was all he received. 

so he followed, looking down as well, to the very appendage he had insisted you give him over and over again pushing against his trousers. 

his own dream, now his downfall. 

boothill pushed passed you, pushing his hat further down onto his head while he stomped away. the profanities that left his lips filled the air— or rather their replacements. something something i love you blah blah peach cobbler something cutie-pie or meow!

“remind me t’settle for them lovely auto bots next time!”

he opened the door with a firm kick of his boot, stomping out with a scowl. 

as if he wouldn’t be back. you took better care of him, after all.

⠀ 𑣲 MASTERLIST / GOT A REQUEST ?

#i have a few leaks and drip marketing and thats it #but idc thats enough hes everything #boothill #boothill x reader #honkai star rail #boothill hsr #boothill honkai star rail #boothill x you #boothill headcanons #honkai star rail x reader #hsr #hsr x reader #hsr boothill #also #i know his synaesthesia beacon replaces the phrase and not only the word #im just not writing all that #UNEARTHLY

[devinevirtue]

He came home on my guarantee 80 pulls in :) Now I gotta get his lightcone!

#╰ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ 【☆】 ooc ramblings / asks. #// i have to wait to buy him so #// i have a temp lightcone on him #// but until i get his official one i'll be farming for his materials #// and relics for a bit

[mizu0xox0]

Self aware! Aventurine who's quite pleased to see the amount of pulls you have saved for him. (Doesn't matter the amount he's just happy you're even thinking about pulling for him.)

Self aware! Aventurine who found it funny when he heard you saying his voice lines while pulling for him as a way to attract him home or something? Well it worked since he is home.

Self aware! Aventurine who decides to tease you a little and only when you hit hard pity then does he step out of that damned train.

Self aware! Aventurine who sees you give him your Gepards relics and lightcone well that's not shocking after all he was quite good at his job as one of the Strategems.

Self aware! Aventurine whose shield while in your party is stronger than you had built it and he always crits his attacks no matter how low his crit rate maybe. He doesn't want to take the risk of being removed from your party like what you did to Gepard so might as well make full use of the fact you didn't bring a healer because he could sustain your party.

Self aware! Aventurine who realizes your running low on credits from building him and a team surrounding him well don't worry as he says don't ask just spend. You'll see a sudden increase in credits in your inventory, where did they come from? Well you don't need to know but Aventurine knows where those came from. (Bros just funding your account with endless amounts of credits)

Self aware! Aventurine who really tries his hardest to come home again if you were to pull for his eidolons and his lightcone. Expect to win your 50/50s on his banner and maybe you'll get a few early's or double 5 stars.

Self aware! Aventurine who's amused when you put him in a party with Topaz and Dr Ratio. A very well thought out team for him.

Self aware! Aventurine who tries to go easy on you during his boss fght and he'll be amused if you brought himself during the fight as the sustainer on your team. You really were testing his luck in both ways this time.

Self aware! Aventurine who has mixed feelings about you. After all he didn't go through those hardships in his life just to learn it was all just a game for you to be entertained by? But maybe you weren't entertained after all he heard your cries when you played through the quest when you were getting a little emotional over a supposed fictional character. How he wishes he could break the damned screen keeping you out of his reach to wipe those tears.

Self aware! Aventurine who's currently content with being in your party and trying to keep your party alive. One day maybe one day he could get through this screen to you with his luck. So he could see who had cried for him upon learning his past.

#hsr x reader #self aware hsr #sahsrau #aventurine x y/n #aventurine x you #aventurine x reader #hsr hcs #hsr headcanons

[3rosx]

Boothill x Fem!Reader, angsty smut headcanons because his lightcone story was leaked and it's kinda sad so of course I had to make something out of it.

Boothill likes kissing you, he likes the feeling of your warm mouth on his. The way his mechanical heart would need to run more power whenever you ask him to lean down so you could place your soft lips wherever you'd like, and the tingly feeling his face gets after you do. Because his head is the only thing left of him that's human, the only part of him that can feel things while the rest of his body is just a big chunk of metal and wires that keeps him functioning.

Boothill likes giving head, likes the feeling of your thighs squishing his cheeks when you squirm. He loves it when they shake right against him when you're close to cummin' and goes even harder on you just too feel those plushy legs suffocate him.

Boothill hates that his body doesn't feel anything, yes he does feel arousal, but it's different from the way normal people with normal parts do. When he get's aroused, his system gets all bugged and runs on more steam than usual. His metal body gets all hot, like a laptop that's been running for days. It didn't bother him that much at first, he just had to take a few breaks when he gets too hot when he's eating you out. It was fine at first.

But times goes on and he starts to wonder if you're fine with how things are, even though you assure him time and time again that you are okay with it. As long as it's him. But even if you're okay with it, there's still a thought in his head that he's not giving you enough. You deserve more than he could give you. You might be fine with it now, but who know? After a few or so years you might think that this arrangement isn't enough for you and leave him for someone who can, someone whole and not broken like him.

#honkai star rail #hsr penacony #penacony #boothill #hsr boothill #hsr boothill smut #boothill x reader #boothill smut #hsr fic #hsr drabbles

[st4rrth0ughts]

Aventurine character study that I spewed at my friend posted here bc I despise whoever portrays him as a useless blonde 24/7 horny twink as his canon self (i will throttle you through the fuckin screen)

A/n: I think the 2.1 trailer is helping me regain my writing motivation, expect inbox asks from Jan- Feb to be coming out soon :)

WRITTEN BEFORE 2.1 This post will contain leaks, 2.0 Trailblaze quest spoilers, world quest spoilers, Aven's slave life in canon, disgusting people saying Aven's a sex slave, under the cut! Please proceed with caution if any of these trigger you. Thank you, and enjoy my yap session on one of the best characters in this game.

Aventurine's story is much more than just looking and acting like the typical rich blonde playboy, as much as he gives off those vibes. Looking at his child self in the 2.1 trailer compared to all of his current models, its very obvious that many, many things happened that caused all the light to poof from his eyes.

First, his homeland, Sigonia. Aventurine's home planet's is uninhabited, and perhaps even destroyed completely. Aventurine is the last of his kind left. His parents, his sister, his possible friends and relatives, hell, even all the people he doesn't know have all perished. The IPC took him in, I presume, but most definitely not out of kindness. In fact, it may not matter that Aventurine is one of the Ten Stonehearts, he is not a person to the company. He is just a asset, a piece for them to dispose if he fucks up.

In the 1.4? Belobog quest where Topaz goes to Bronya about Belobog's massive debt to the IPC, and at the end, we get our first crumbs of Aventurine's character. A important thing to note in this dialogue between the two of them is that he asks Topaz to the project manager on his project in Penacony, because if he knows better than everyone that if he fails to get Penacony back into the IPC's grasp, he'll die. There's no way around it, unless he gets someone he has a somewhat close bond with, Topaz, to lighten his fall.

The tattoo on his neck, is a symbol of his slavery to the IPC. How he's bound to them. How no matter how hard he runs or hides, he will never escape their grasp. In fact, he knows damn well, if anyone gets wind of this alongside his Sigonian history (Sigonians are notorious for being wolves in sheep's clothing, bad people in most eyes'), it is very well possible that his rivals and enemies will use his past to their advantage. Thats why he freely shows it to the world. So that no one can dig it up and use it against him, because how do you use something that he so freely proclaims to everyone he meets?

Aventurine is a man who gambles as well. Not just simply gambling for the thrill of it or his earnings. He says it himself, he sees the world, life itself, as a gamble. High reward, high stakes. Even going back to his conversation with Topaz, its only shown on how he tells her he warned her about taking Belobog as her project because it was high risk, but low return. Aventurine wants the best outcome not just for himself, but because if he doesn't get a good outcome, the IPC has no use for him.

Aventurine is a man who knows how to get what he wants. he knows how to take risks, get out of high stake scenarios with him being the winner. Its obvious in his lightcone, 'Final Victor', his conversation with Dr. ratio in the Penacony 2.0 Trailblaze quest, and his conversation with Himeko and Welt about giving up his room for the Trailblazer. He's confident, cocky, if you will. But for good reason.

In the lightcone, its implied it doesn't matter for Aventurine dies or lives. He will always be the winner. Every move is calculated, precise, carried out with clockwork precision and most importantly, planned so well that whether you like it or not, you're letting him win. He manages to get the Nameless, the widely regarded faction, in his debt. He knows damn well how to play his cards. It is extremely impressive. But he is the Aventurine of Stratagems. He knows what he wants and needs, and he will go any length to get it.

The lightcone, again, also shows just how far Aventurine risks, just for him to gain Dr. Ratio as a asset for him to benefit from. He could have gone any route, but what does he go for? Thats right, Russian goddamn roulette. Just for the (I assume) slim chance of Dr. Ratio's trust, or at the very least, cooperation. "I will always be the final victor." I am repeating, but just bear with me here, this just solidifies the fact he is confident in his skills. He doesn't flinch at all when he shoots 3 blank rounds right into his heart, even though there's the 1/6 chance he'll die. He takes risks. Its his character. He doesn't have anything or anyone, much less his own life, left to loose.

The lightcone is also not 'haha funny gay story', as much as it is funny, i wont lie, the memes are fun to look at, but it is not that. Its a story where Aventurine's suicidal tendency shows through, perhaps not so clearly, but its very much there if you look past the story and read into it. Again, Russian roulette, he could have gone for anything else, like a contract or smth, but he knows he has to go through extremes, and this just solidifies the fact of how Aventurine will do anything for assets and trust in him, so his plans can come to fruition.

Aventurine's personality is complicated, like a intricate, deceiving web of lies and emotional barriers to keep him safe. He hides behind the facade of smiles and is unreadable, and his past is all but cheery. A slave, (not a sex slave, twitter+Tiktok users need their brain fucking reworked i will cry) a man branded by the IPC, bound to the till his death is what Aventurine is. The IPC is ruthless, evident from multiple world quests, such as the Aurum Street Alley quest, Belobog's debt quest, Chadwick's quest in Penacony, paints them as bad people, a bad organization in general. Hell, even though Topaz isnt like the assholes we've seen, she's far from an angel herself.

Aventurine has gone through many things to have lost the sparkle in his eyes. Take Childe/Tartaglia from Genshin Impact for example, whom fell into the abyss for months, seen all the horrors of it, had to learn to fend for himself because I'm very sure Skirk did not care for him in a healthy sense. We can either assume Aventurine been through something on the same level during his younger days or perhaps, worse.

And no, he is not Dr. Ratio or Sunday's sex slave, I'm looking at a certain artist on Twitter (fuck off I'm not calling it X), its disgusting. Whoever genuinely enjoys sex slave Aventurine is sick in the damn head, no he would not enjoy that kind of Roleplay, as much as i am downbad and indeed filthy with some of my fics with him.

Aventurine doesn't have anyone he can truly call a friend, ship him with Dr. ratio, Sunday, Boothill (yes, its a thing), Caelus/ Stelle, whoever, but in the end, you cannot say he (as of 2.0, this may change) has any true friends he can trust, not even just a bit. Bonds he forms are transactional, maybe not too much on Dr. Ratio (as evidenced by his dejected his looks after Ratio leaves, either from the insult or bc he truly though Ratio cared) and perhaps on the Astral Express's part, but his bond with Sunday? Yeah, its transactional, 101% unless it changes in 2.1.

All in all, Aventurine is my favourite character, i have never wanted to read, write, understand, watch, hell, I've never wanted to farm and pull for a character as much as him. He is a complex, heavy and deep character that I do not believe many can grasp upon properly when writing stories, headcannons or even smut/nsfw works with him in it (shoutout to those who does tho, I love y'all <3).

Draw or write his fanon self, make him a himbo, tsundere, a rich man who's just a playboy, or a blonde with a pretty face, but you cannot say that is him in canon. I may despise some fanon interpretations, but fuck those who merge fanon and canon. He will never be any of the fanon interpretations i mentioned above, and he never will be in canon. Hoyoverse put their whole soul into this man, i can see it, and its brain damaging on how so many people fetishize his past and water him down.

In speculation of 2.1 and 2.2, if Aventurine does live (he prob will, its unlikely he'll be killed before release, Tingyun is a exception because she released before her death), maybe he'll learn how to start to open himself up again, start to fully trust, starting with Trailblazer as his first true friend. Its cliche, typical protag power bullshit, but it will no doubt, be a huge step in shaping Aventurine back into the man he could have been if his planet wasn't enslaved.

Conclusion: He deserves better, both in- game and how the fandom treats him. I love him, he's my adorable pookie wookie shmookie <33

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[celestial-sword-dance]

((For Yanqing the Son Boy to find!))

Leaning against a lamppost in Exalting Sanctum, a small, white paper bag awaits for someone to find it. A red ribbon ties it closed, and within the bag, several peach ginger cookies can be found. There is also a card to go along with the treats, and on the card a brief note is written in a neat calligraphic text, reading;

To whoever finds this,

Please enjoy these homemade treats. I hope that they make your day a little bit better.

From, Chenhua

Yanqing spotted the small bag almost as soon as it entered his vision, and like any good cloud knight, swooped in to investigate. He first poked at it from a distance with his sword, and when nothing appeared to move inside, he knelt down for closer inspection. The sack was, well, cute, really. His eyes widened as they scanned the note and he hunched over even further. A quick pull of the ribbon revealed that it was indeed a bag of baked cookies.

The boy took a quick glance to the left, then to the right. As both a cloud knight and a growing boy, he was on a fairly strict regime overseen by the General. . . but it would simply be neglectful to leave such a package unsupervised where anyone could stumble across it! It could be poisoned or something. To be safe, of course, Yanqing quickly stuffed the contents into his pocket to investigate further once he was home.

#((he will be stuffing his face the moment he gets to his room)) #((for everyone else's safety obviously)) #ON TRACK | ic #ALL EYES ON YOU | Yanqing #LIGHTCONE | ask #acr3ss-the-cosmos