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Aventurine spotted in 3.4 trailer??? Has my husband returned from war????

I need to write for him again I miss my sweet angel (I say, having never taken the little shit off my team since building him).

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Plus sized Amphoreus lovers remember that since its very heavily Ancient Greece based that being chubby is culturally considered hot as hell.

In a time where disaster causes many to go hungry, carrying a little extra weight is super attractive.

Make the guys hate Aglaea a little bc she gets to measure you just in case you can't find clothing that fits right. If she stands a little too close, humor her won't you? Of course she can have her memosprite take them, but some things require a more personal touch, no?

(Edited a little bc I wrote it before going to sleep and it sounded like I was saying they'd only love you if you're big lmao. They're fictional, they'd love you if you were a literal ogre-)

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randomly gives you the power to make your posts pretty with pictures and borders

Thank you for your service anon. I'll learn just for you-

Meh, it doesn't bother me too much. Most of what I write are just ideas I type out in one sitting because I hope somebody will take it and do it better, so it doesn't have to look nice.

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One day I'll learn how to make my posts pretty with pictures and borders and shit. That day is not today.

TW for yandere (duh), suicidal ideation and implications of reader actually unaliving themselves

You've figured by now there aren't many words in the language of Kremnos. You wonder if there's one for 'loss'.

You'd like to think you're a practical person. Escaping Mydeimos is a task that would only be accomplished by another Chrysos Heir. Someone that matched his strength like Phainon, could teleport like Tribios, or was as impossible to catch as Cipher.

You were...not that.

Rescue was just as unlikely. Those who would care enough weren't willing to disrupt the fragile peace that had managed to hang over Amphoreus, especially after Strife's Coreflame had been claimed. Because of course he took you with him back to Castum Kremnos. After weighing the risks, he decided he was strong enough to keep the black tide away from you. Permanently severing the occasional trips you had been allowed to take to Okhema.

In the end, you had no hope of physically escaping him. Stronger, faster, and to top it all off, immortal. Even in the unlikely event you managed to get an otherwise fatal stab in, he'd just get right back up and sling you over his shoulder.

...

There was one way to get away from him. One place you could go that Mydei specifically could not follow.

It had been an idea you toyed with for months. Before he embraced Strife. All you would have had to do was reach out and brush your hand against Castorice. Climb from a window and jump. Slip out of your room somehow and find the nearest titankin before he returned.

It had seemed terrifying at first. It had seemed selfish second. Would he lash out at the others? Falter in the Flame-Chase Journey? Could you live with the weight on your soul, if you were the reason your friends and family never got to see their homeland free of the black tide?

But if you never got to see it either, or even them ever again, did you still care? Mydei had been selfish first. Multiple times. Aglaea had been selfish too, letting him go about this scheme if only to keep him dedicated to their plan.

You knew it was best for the people of Amphoreus. Even stragglers outside of the holy city. You just didn't care anymore. Besides, he could take out his anger on the tide now. If he wanted to embrace Strife so badly, you'd help him.

You couldn't take the easy way anymore. Castorice was far beyond your reach. Finding a way out of your room felt like more of a pain than it was worth. Maybe the fall would give you a sense of freedom.

A nobody, able to touch the sky. However fleeting.

He would never have you again.

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okay, I have a few question about your sahsrau

I wonder what colour our blood is? Is it gold or red?

Any chance the Aeon can feel our devine aura?

Is monster still attacking us or not?

will Aeon!reader use their power ?

okay, I wonder If Aeon!reader care about their creation?

Is the whole world that Aeon!reader make can be destroyed by them?

Will Aeon!reader thinking of destroying the whole world they make?

Never thought about blood color. Maybe it changes as you get more of yourself back? Or maybe it appears more "divine" the more god-esc power a person has? Like Pela or Luka see regular red blood. Emanators see golden or something, and the Titans of Amphoreus see pure white, like the color of a star.

Similar to previous, I don't think so as of now. Otherwise surely they'd notice you any time the Trailblazers earned the gaze of one when they unlock new paths. And then the Express would be smited, or you'd just be taken from the crew and fought over relentlessly by all the Aeons.

Monsters won't attack reader directly, since they can't perveive you. But you are at risk of being trampled if you get rushed by a bunch of them. Since they can't see or sense you, they don't know to stop.

I'm not sure of reader KNOWS their power tbh. Like, if someone just tells you that you can make something blow up, cool. But how??? It'd take a lot of experimenting, even if they got the power back. I don't even know yet what that power would be.

The last few are kinda up to the individual. I won't make anything canon in that regard. If you ask for a scenario for a specific character, unless you state otherwise, I'll assume you care a lot about them, hence why you asked for that one lol.

As for if they could, I don't think so on their own. If you lose a limb, you can't reattach it on your own. Even though it's yours. I think that'd be a Ruan Mei assistance needed thing, since she's the bio genius.

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Wait, I need more of this if you don't mind

I'm really interesting about your sahsrau, Aeon of the beginning!reader

I think if any monster who see Aeon!reader they won't attack them, because they can feel or know that reader is a Aeon ( Idk ITS just my opinion)

Can we start with stellaron hunter first?

I already read you have limitation for character but, suddenly I forgot if you open for 5 or 3 characters but, I'm too lazy to check it again because I already press the ask section.

If you do five maybe all member of stellaron hunter ( firefly,elio,silverwolf,Blade and kafka)

But If you do 3 its gonna be the trio stellaron hunter (kafka,Blade and silverwolf)

Thank you 🙏🏻 I really love your sahsrau

Okay, so yes. But not because they know reader is an Aeon? Idk, in my mind, non or semi sentient creatures don't attack reader bc they don't even see them.

The entire universe was made out of reader's original, celestial body. And any creature that lives in that universe and can't really think like people can don't recognize reader as a body because they've always been surrounded by that body.

It's kind of like if you lived underwater and met a person made of contained water. Would you even see them if you weren't capable of squinting and seeing the difference in the still vs moving water?

I'll do the other 4, but don't really wanna do Elio yet since we haven't seen much of him. Hard to characterize someone we haven't met (at least I haven't played any quest he's in yet)

Blade

The mara is an erosion of his past, and of his sense of self. Yingxing's body may still be intact, but he is no longer there.

That's how it's supposed to be, anyways. As the Stellaron Hunter Blade, your presence is both a balm and a curse. Because the mara flares when he spots you in the distance, seeing your companions as parasites trying to leech off of your divinity. Every step he takes closer to you, it recedes. As though the mara, which strips a person of their very identity, is afraid to reach out and touch you.

Which leaves him bare. Exposed. Not only aware of his surroundings, but entirely tuned in.

The mara is unpredictable, but it clouds his pain. Distracts and blurs his wish for death, the hope that every injury will be the one that doesn't heal. Allows him to exist without realizing he's still existing. Around you, he has to be again.

Blade is afraid of being around you, because being around you allows him to feel afraid. To feel at all. To take a step towards Yingxing, who's been buried in bandages and blood that isn't his for so long.

Yingxing would have adored you, but Blade doesn't know how to. And it scares him that he wants to. So he avoids you. Even during his involvement in 'scripts' where you may cross paths, he takes care not to. Even giving up opportunities to attack the traitor if it means not having to exist again.

Kafka

Bladie is out of his mind, who could bear to avoid a darling thing like you? Ah, Elio didn't tell any of them that they'd be pulling the creator of all things back into the mortal realm...if he even knew. Ah well, there was only one way to find out, she supposed.

Kafka loves playing around with your perception of things. Girl psychologically tortures you as a love language. Using Spirit Whisper on one of your companions, urging them to attack you? Fair game. Come on, you should know that you won't get hurt! Even if their love isn't strong enough to resist her power, she'd never let you get hurt in such a heart wrenching way.

That game she plays with the Trailblazer in her quest? The one truth, one lie game? She won't say it out loud, but she's constantly playing that with you. You should know the answers already, right? Oh, maybe not. She forgot, you're more of a 'toddler' Aeon right now, in terms of strength. Not even an ounce of what you're capable of.

As much as she likes making herself known to you, it's rather hard when you're constantly surrounded by your adoring entourage. She gets it, really. You're a delight. But she already doesn't have a lot of time, Elio is a more demanding task master than some would think. So she'll just pop into places long enough for you to second guess if you really saw her or not, or have Silver Wolf send a projection of her into your room at 3 am.

Silver Wolf

Huh? God is real? Neat, anyways-

Not really too invested, to be honest. Doesn't see the big deal. Most things you can do, she can do too. Except getting people to like you. Just the miracles, or whatever.

I genuinely don't see her being interested until further into the plot, when reader starts regaining some abilities. Until then, maybe you play games together. Where she carries you or decimates you. Probably sees you as the most human out of anybody in the whole cast. You're her gaming buddy who happens to be an Aeon.

Even as you start getting more power, her view doesn't really change much. Now you're just her gaming buddy that can do a lot of stuff.

She is a little curious if her reality hacking hurts you any. I mean, she's technically altering your body, right? Or pieces of it??? It'd probably hurt to get your fingers replaced with toes. It doesn't? Ah, that's good. Trying to stop would be a pain, so it's great she doesn't have to.

...wait, she would try to stop if it did? She is getting a soft spot for you!

Firefly

Are you the reason she didn't die that day? Because of her moment of realization, of wanting to experience life? Her code, SAM, Firefly...do those things mean anything to you?

Or are you the one that doomed her to her fate? That allowed the Propogation to form The Swarm to begin with? It's hard to say, for sure. Why was she made? Did she escape the design you laid out for her? Or is she still going along with it, meant to join the others all along?

Firefly is a mixed bag in the beginning, being noticeably standoffish with you in Penacony, in stark difference to how she treats the twins. They almost dislike her off the bat because of it.

And it's like you understand. Or maybe you just don't care? Is she overthinking things, or are you truly that hard to read?

Do you not mourn her 'death' because you know it isn't the end? Or does her life really mean nothing to you? Ugh, this is so confusing! Why can't she just trust in you blindly like the Express, or be afraid of you the way Blade is? Even not caring like Silver Wolf would be easier!

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imagine this ice cream sharks so like a shark that looks like ice cream think of cookies and cream sharks mint chocolate chip sharks oooh a banana Sunday shark they'd all be soooooooooo CUTE!!!!!!!!

Yk I have no idea what compelled you to send this in, but I support it.

Fuck yeah, ice cream sharks.

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I like you sahsrau 👀✨ can we have more of it?

I'll probably go in region order bc if I don't I will forget who I have and haven't done-

But if you want a specific character, just request some in an ask and I won't mind. Max of 5 characters though.

Herta Space Station. Where 2 individuals awoke and b̵̢̛̻̙̗͚̝͚̥̣͕̆̉̊̌͆́ę̵̮̲̺̘͖͖̦̫͗̅̏͌̀̃̀̀͘g̸̰̜̠̰̞̉̽̈́̅͂̄ä̴̧̝͇͇̝̗̩͚́͆͛͝ͅn̵̡̯̙͇̼̣͍̪͂͛̔̀̃́ their journey across the cosmos. A place very recently attacked by the Antimatter Legion, dedicated to the Destruction.

Perhaps this is why you also found yourself awakening there, though already aboard the parked Express. Perhaps THEIR theory had some merit after all.

Asta

The head of the station is a busy woman, constantly juggling the academic and social issues from the researchers, whatever work Herta deems below even her puppets, and even more so after the security breach.

It isn't until a while after your awakening that she manages to actually meet you. There was gossip, sure. That a mortal incarnation of the being that shaped the universe was found on the famed Astral Express, while ported in their station. As if she didn't already have a millions missives directed her way...

That being said, there is something celestial about you that puts any doubts the astronomer might have at ease. There's no fear in your eyes as you wander the station. Whether that's because you believe the threat has been eliminated, or because you don't believe even the Legion would harm you? It isn't clear. Asta isn't even sure you know.

Still, it isn't often she gets the chance to speak with you personally. Expect her to have either Arlan or Peppy trailing you whenever you set foot on the station. Expect welcoming gifts any time you visit, expensive enough to make you sweat a little. She won't even notice.

For a non researcher, she sure does seem to dissect you with her eyes from across the room. Hint, she's mapping out constellations on your skin. Be it freckles, pimples, moles...she doesn't care. Any mark or blemish is just an undiscovered star. And Asta has always wanted to find stars that haven't been discovered and named yet.

Arlan

As the one who feels particularly at fault for the invasion, he's constantly a little paranoid that you may be hurt by some straggler. Just one intruder he or his department missed, one enemy that attacks the first person it sees. After so long, would any follower of Nanook even recognize you before striking?

He can't take that risk.

Meeting you in person gave him the same crushing sense of relief and hope that he had experienced in his younger days. A hungry child that was willing to fight people he didn't know FOR people he didn't know if it meant earning something to eat. Asta and her family took a chance on him, and now he was someone the station trusted to keep them safe.

And he failed at that. Sure, he did everything in his power. He saved people, even was willing to sacrifice his life if it meant protecting what staff he could. But the fact remains that some people died, and even more were hurt in some way. He can't fail like that again.

He had a second chance, his new beginning. And he will die before he loses it. Arlan, the more he sees you as an Aeon and less as a human, will start fusing his perception of you with his gratitude for his place in life. If anything happens to you, he'll die at best, and lose everything at worst.

He cares about you deeply, of course. As much as idolization will allow. You're entirely perfect. Which is why, as someone who has only been able to fight and not learn like the others, he will dedicate every bone in his body to protecting yours.

Herta (puppet)

Really? All that fuss, and the Beginning is just a human? A squishy meatsack like the rest of them? Not even a bizarre size?

For a while she's unimpressed, even seeing your existence as less interesting than the prospect of a person with a Stellaron inside them.

Ah. But what if the two correlate? What if you only made your appearance because of an intact, contained Stellaron? Oh, had the Destruction found a way to place direct essence into a weaponization of matter???

This hypothesis needed confirmed before anything else. But even she doesn't have direct access to the Cancer of All Worlds...

Off you go on the Express now, go on. She's sure you'll come across one eventually. And you make sure to come right back as soon as you do, okay? She'll even let you have top priority when you return. No waiting, no leaving a message. She's even set your specific number to alert her immediately when you text, bypassing the bot that sends messages for her.

It's a very special privilege to be able to contact a genius so readily, so don't abuse it, okay? Though, if you sprinkle in discoveries you make about your existence, she may be willing to chat a bit. Only for you, remember.

The Herta

And just as she predicted, you have a much different aura about you by the time she meets you in the flesh. Perhaps it's the time in Amphoreus, a land filled with 'divinity', but you hold yourself with the presence of an Aeon, now.

Someone who knows their companions would slit someone's stomach open merely because you asked them to, just to see if they would, and feel no guilt.

Droidhead suddenly seems much less impressive. She's wanted the Aeons to ask a question of her for a while now, tired of constantly being the one to seek answers. Herta feels those questions in your gaze, before you even open your mouth. She feels dissected, rearranged, and put back together with a single look.

It's a bit addicting, actually.

Oh, and the way you listen when you ask her something and she answers! It isn't like her to get so excited. It's out of character. It's wrong.

And that is precisely what makes it so fascinating. Just how dangerous will your presence be if this is after only a handful of encounters with a Stelleron? This isn't even a percentage of what you once were.

She tried to recreate you in the Simulated Universe, sending the Trailblazers (as your constant leeches companions) through over and over again, just to see how your AI acts, and growing more and more frustrated when it doesn't live up to the real thing. Maybe she needs more time to study the original in person...

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Amphoreus spoilers below cut, Flame Reaver theory all but said out loud bc I think it's fun. It's a convo with Mydei though.

"Mydeimos..."

"Hm?"

"...just how many people know? What you told Phainon at the Vortex of Genesis?"

Strife doesn't falter, even for a moment. "Why bother asking questions you already know the answer to, little god?"

The mirages that the Flame Reaver summon, snippets of himself in time? The way he escaped the past that Mem threw him into...how he knows exactly where each Coreflame is kept.

And the distinct possibility that the individual behind the mask is alive, and knows the undying demigod's one vulnerability.

"I think you all are lucky that your prophecies are so muddled and hard to interpret. Knowing the direct outcome of a situation isn't the blessing it's made out to be."

"It doesn't change anything. In this lifetime, there are many comrades I trust to guard my back. A sword isn't landing there so long as your companions are around, right?"

"And if one of those comrades is the one driving the blade in?"

"Then he'd better put up a damn good fight first."

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Okay I love the detail of the Trailblazer not having to deal with Nikador's trial bc they have no past to be tormented with lmao-

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Sorry HSR but I met Robbie Daymond at a con and now I'm thinking about Persona 5. I just like assigning mentally ill characters a decent person that was their one escape while their life was getting fucky, taking it away from them, then throwing the poor soul back in after all the mess has culminated into a clusterfuck.

So Goro Akechi-

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The Astral Express. Brought back to life by Himeko, and on it's seemingly endless journey through the cosmos. A journey to the beginning.

How the Astral Express crew sees their Aeon (Spoilers for end of Penacony under the cut, I'm using both Trailblazers as twins)

Full disclosure, I don't play 3rd, so I have no back knowledge on Welt. He is Mister Yang and that's about it for me.

Caelus/Stelle

"The less thoughts I keep in my head, the more room I save for you, [name]!"

"Anybody who wants near you has to get through the Galactic Baseballer 10x over!"

The two of them essentially turn into a puppy the moment you enter the room. Neither acknowledge any boundary you try and place between you. Hey, you picked them first, didn't you? Doesn't that mean they're your favorites? Why else would they be able to follow so many different paths?

Caleus is the more empty headed of the two, though that isn't saying much. He's the one more willing to share you with the rest of the crew, so long as he's allowed to be there, too. Stelle is more protective and possessive of your time, sometimes not even willing to share with her brother. Fine, he can sit on the other side of the room while she lies her head in your lap. She'll be generous this time.

For the both of them, the circumstances of their awakening was weird, and a little terrifying. Being woken up by strangers in an unfamiliar location, immediately thrust into danger, then having to make a major, life changing decision. Meeting you was the first sense of security either of them really got. Even if their head didn't remember you, something from their very being knew who you were. You were safety. You were home.

Expect the both of them to cling to your side like no other. Even considering bringing you to the dangerous parts of their missions because they can't bear the thought of separating from you.

Dan Heng

"The Vidyadhara's cycle of rebirth...they are, in essence, new beginnings, no?"

Forced to take a new life beyond his homeworld, due to the actions of his previous incarnation. For a bit, he might have resented you. Why force such an unwelcome beginning on him? Were you also punishing him for Dan Feng's mistakes?

He's long grown out of this resentment by the time he meets you in the flesh, having now found solace in the family he's established within the Express.

Dan Heng doesn't mind as much falling to the background amist the crew. He's content to be in the same room as the twins and March demand your attention, observing your reactions and taking notes. Not for the data bank, no. He's a bit selfish in that regard, keeping his notes about you stored either on his phone, or physically in a drawer he keeps locked.

Staunch about your safety. Gets into arguments with Caleus and Stelle when they want to take you with them into potentially dangerous scenarios. He straight up locked you in the archive with him while his companions went onto the Luofu, the idea of you running into Blade nearly sending him into a panic attack. When he eventually decided to board it himself, he very reluctantly sent you with Sushang once they made it back into the safe area. Sure, he'd prefer having visual on you to ensure your safety, but where he was going was undoubtedly more dangerous, and he didn't know if he could protect you through all of it.

When he's in his Vidyadhara form, he's more possessive than when he suppresses it. It doesn't hurt that he has more power, able to protect you with both Cloud Piercer and Cloudhymn magic.

March 7th

"Say cheese! Aw, come on! How do you manage to be cuter than me in every photo???"

It goes without saying you have your own photo album. The ones she hangs of you on her walls have both you and the crew, while the ones she keeps in her book are either just you, or pictures she takes together with you. Yes, she has cut other people out of them.

She may not know where she came from, or what she might have lost from her previous life. But so long as it resulted in meeting you, she's happy to have lost it.

Being around you gives March a sense of familiarity, much like her fellow amnesiacs. Even if she doesn't know where her homeworld is, you're more home than any planet could possibly be. She's happy to go out or spend nights in, but physical contact is non negotiable. Walking around town? Linked arms or holding hands. Watching a movie? She's leaned against you. Whether that's beside you, standing above you with her head on yours, or tilting her head against your lap as she sits beneath you.

March loves dressing you up in different outfits, shopping for you more than she shops for herself. Your clothes are kept in Stelle's wardrobe, considering those two have the biggest room and only wear one outfit-

Affectionate and full of spirit, March refuses to let the twins monopolize your attention. It's always a race between the 3 of them as to which 2 get to sit next to you. And yes, you always have to have 2 spots open! They will physically squabble if there's only 1. Which usually leads to Dan Heng taking the spot while the others fight over it.

Welt

"The creator of this world...and yet, even I feel a familiarity around them."

By all reasoning, you shouldn't matter more than any of the others to him. Even if you created this world with your own being, he isn't from it.

Maybe it's just the attachments he's formed with his companions that's rubbed off on him, getting him invested in the universe surrounding them. Maybe it's an intellectual interest, wondering how you have physical form with the universe still intact.

Maybe it doesn't need a reason, and he should just accept it.

Logically, he knows letting himself get sucked into this senseless affection isn't a good idea. Welt has wondered before if you've forced this emotion upon all of them, ensnaring their hearts as the Stellaron Hunter Kafka does with minds. But watching you trying to placate the more spirited trio of March, Stelle, and Caelus, it's clear you don't always want their feelings to be what they are. That there are moments you'd prefer what they have with each other, rather than being the center of their universe.

Welt takes on the role as a refresher. Someone who doesn't keep their focus on you at all times, at least to your knowledge. Somebody you can talk to without feeling like your every word is being dissected. He acts as if you're just another part of the crew.

A steady, gravitational pull. And by the time you realize he's just as obsessed as the others, you're too far entrenched to pull away.

Himeko

"Please, make yourself comfortable. Until the end of your journey, you're always welcome aboard the Express."

Surely you're the reason she found the Express to begin with. The Trailblaze found their worship of you through visiting as much of your universe as they conceivably could. Exploring every part of what you gave your being to create. Finding their vessel, and then you ending up on it...it must have been purposeful, no?

When you protested being an awakened Aeon, being next to powerless and without any divine memories, a revelation hit Himeko.

You must be a fragment. This journey of hers isn't just to follow the path of the Trailblaze, it's to recreate the Beginning. To find fragments of your former self throughout the journey, piecing together the first and most powerful Aeon.

Himeko feels almost maternal at times, creating awkward patches in your relationship (especially if you see her romantically). It's not that she sees you a child, or her responsibility, but rather that she's eager to see how you grow and progress as the journey continues.

That being said, she's always happy to join in on your activities with the others, or even just having a relaxing morning or evening with just the both of you. Her with a cup of coffee, and you with tea, hot chocolate, or another warm beverage. She's happy to share her coffee with you sometimes, but too much caffeine is bad for you, you know?

Sunday

"A new beginning..."

The arbiter of second chances has elected to allow him in their presence, even after his fall from grace. How undeserving he is...and how selfish of him to indulge so eagerly.

Your meeting was brief, and from your standpoint, unremarkable. It happened the same as in game. Sunday appeared to resolve the issue at the front desk, and briefly introduced the dreamscape to the Family's guests.

From his point of view? He couldn't have possibly prepared to meet you in a lifetime. Even channeling the power of the Harmony as he does isn't something he would have ever expected as a child. To meet the Aeon that started it all? Inconceivable.

He has to wonder if this is how others feel when interacting with the Harmony. Every ounce of your being, falling into place. Feeling entirely joined together, and whole. At peace. Needless to say, it was love at first sight. Even before he knew, he knew.

Your existence has him both terrified and elated to travel with the Express. Expect him to not outwardly demand your attention, but to steal it through acts of service, or words of affirmation. To find small gifts placed gingerly in your room when you wake or go to bed. For him to be consistently lingering, never out of earshot just in case you need something.

You may be the world, but he still wants to find a way to give it to you.

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A long time ago, eons before Aeons, there's was one. There was the beginning. There was You.

A being widely considered not just a divine one, but THE divine one. A being that gave their physical form to turn nothing into something. That turned their body into the cosmos.

There's no definitive reason as to why they did this. Some speculate it was out of loneliness, others wondering if it was the same desire that leads artists to put paint to a canvas. But the outcome remains the same.

Even the Aeons seem to hold this being in high regard. With the Preservation and the Abundance yearning to preserve and replenish the worlds this being gave themselves to create. Perhaps the reason the Destruction yearns to raze the world to the ground so badly is that they hope that in doing so, the Beginning would appear once more to begin anew.

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Rip the people who want part 2, there's a reason I write concepts and not an actual story-

I'm just bad at progressing things, man. I hop from thought to thought and I can't connect them. Ig I could make a similar post of their thoughts and what routes could happen if they came across each other? But I also haven't finished penacony and idk if I will anytime soon.

Eh, if anybody else wants to make their own part 2, just do it in a reblog or tag me idc.

Yandere Aventurine with a reader who technically owned him when he was a slave.

A nobody who has no real drive in life, who drifts from planet to planet surviving on their own otherworldly luck. Honestly, you don't remember the last time you lost a bet. It's as though fate reaches its hand out to you, personally.

So when you win another jaw-dropping amount of money in a seedy, falling apart at the seams casino, it's nothing new. You'll probably give half of it to the people assisting you before moving on. These types always get pissy when they lose their rigged bets, against all odds.

The man you won is another story.

You'd forgotten he was there, honestly.

His clothing makes you grimace. It looks to be more expensive than anything you've ever owned, yet tailored to be too tight, too flashy. It can't be comfortable.

And you didn't get the key to the collar around his neck, one head tilt from digging into his skin.

Ah, you're sure your 'friends' can make do with a third of your winnings, you'd best get this guy into something that wouldn't make you want to kill yourself.

For Kakavasha, the casualness with which you treat him has his head spinning. Any attempt to be subservient, to win your favor in the way he's used to, only has you cringing. Kneeling at your feet has you all but pleading for him to stand up.

He picks at the threads of the oversized hoodie you had picked out for him.

"Next planet, we'll find a place where you can pick out what you want. But the old guy is probably pissed that you aren't still with him, so we'd better skedaddle quick."

You'd like to free him, really. You consider dropping him off at a random destination, far away from this world, with enough credits to let him get by for a good while.

But you're also worried he'd just get snatched up again. That his unique features would attract the worst on that planet to shove him back into the slave trade. You don't hide it from him, face twisting while you promise that as soon as you found a place he'd be fine, you'd leave him there.

"Hell, if you want, you can just decide not to follow me at any point. I'm not gonna force you."

Maybe it's the way he's being treated as a person again, for the first time in what feels like forever, that has him refusing. Sure, you think his eyes are pretty. Who wouldn't? But you're not using them as a reason to deny his freedoms. He goes where he wants, when he wants. And returns to you at the end of the day, telling you about what he did.

So when he enters your hotel room, separate but next to his own, his blood runs cold at the group of individuals standing over your beaten, limp body.

The marking on his neck almost burns in contrast.

Aventurine is certain you died that day, a hole in his heart at yet another debt he can never pay back. He doesn't hate his life at the IPC, it gets him by. Honestly the way he lives now reminds him of you sometimes. Perhaps he inherited your luck on the day he was taken from you.

Meanwhile, it took you a bit to get back on your feet after the horrific beating you were given. Your attackers were probably sure you'd die from your injuries, but you were nothing if not fortunate.

Your heart aches for the blond slave you never saw again, but there wasn't much you could do. Other than hope his life turned out for the better. That he never came back on that day, out of all of them.

Checking the travel options that laid out in front of you, a hum slips out of your throat.

Well, you'd be amiss not to visit Penacony at least once in your life. Let's see what luck has in store for you this time.

[feefivefoe]

Epic the Musical but it's Chrobin from Fire Emblem: Awakening-

[feefivefoe]

Yandere Aventurine with a reader who technically owned him when he was a slave.

A nobody who has no real drive in life, who drifts from planet to planet surviving on their own otherworldly luck. Honestly, you don't remember the last time you lost a bet. It's as though fate reaches its hand out to you, personally.

So when you win another jaw-dropping amount of money in a seedy, falling apart at the seams casino, it's nothing new. You'll probably give half of it to the people assisting you before moving on. These types always get pissy when they lose their rigged bets, against all odds.

The man you won is another story.

You'd forgotten he was there, honestly.

His clothing makes you grimace. It looks to be more expensive than anything you've ever owned, yet tailored to be too tight, too flashy. It can't be comfortable.

And you didn't get the key to the collar around his neck, one head tilt from digging into his skin.

Ah, you're sure your 'friends' can make do with a third of your winnings, you'd best get this guy into something that wouldn't make you want to kill yourself.

For Kakavasha, the casualness with which you treat him has his head spinning. Any attempt to be subservient, to win your favor in the way he's used to, only has you cringing. Kneeling at your feet has you all but pleading for him to stand up.

He picks at the threads of the oversized hoodie you had picked out for him.

"Next planet, we'll find a place where you can pick out what you want. But the old guy is probably pissed that you aren't still with him, so we'd better skedaddle quick."

You'd like to free him, really. You consider dropping him off at a random destination, far away from this world, with enough credits to let him get by for a good while.

But you're also worried he'd just get snatched up again. That his unique features would attract the worst on that planet to shove him back into the slave trade. You don't hide it from him, face twisting while you promise that as soon as you found a place he'd be fine, you'd leave him there.

"Hell, if you want, you can just decide not to follow me at any point. I'm not gonna force you."

Maybe it's the way he's being treated as a person again, for the first time in what feels like forever, that has him refusing. Sure, you think his eyes are pretty. Who wouldn't? But you're not using them as a reason to deny his freedoms. He goes where he wants, when he wants. And returns to you at the end of the day, telling you about what he did.

So when he enters your hotel room, separate but next to his own, his blood runs cold at the group of individuals standing over your beaten, limp body.

The marking on his neck almost burns in contrast.

Aventurine is certain you died that day, a hole in his heart at yet another debt he can never pay back. He doesn't hate his life at the IPC, it gets him by. Honestly the way he lives now reminds him of you sometimes. Perhaps he inherited your luck on the day he was taken from you.

Meanwhile, it took you a bit to get back on your feet after the horrific beating you were given. Your attackers were probably sure you'd die from your injuries, but you were nothing if not fortunate.

Your heart aches for the blond slave you never saw again, but there wasn't much you could do. Other than hope his life turned out for the better. That he never came back on that day, out of all of them.

Checking the travel options that laid out in front of you, a hum slips out of your throat.

Well, you'd be amiss not to visit Penacony at least once in your life. Let's see what luck has in store for you this time.

[feefivefoe]

Ok, hear me out!

Damian, entering the library and seeing reader painting: Ah, I didn’t know you painted, brother! I have a love for art, too! What’re you painting?

Reader, not looking away from their canvas: Oh, just a fantasy I’ve been having since you guys kidnapped me.

The painting is Reader holding a bloody axe, going Shining-style on Bruce while surrounded by the corpses of the family.

Damian, not sure if he should be concerned that his brother harbors such violent thoughts or flattered that Reader painted a portrait of him and the family together.

How would the family react to this and what would happen as a result?

Well, if I remember correctly, there are a lot of canons where Jason did actually try to kill Damian. None of this family knows how to express their emotions properly.

Damian probably takes it as a good sign. You're including your family in your art! Art is something so close and personal to the person who creates it, so if you painted them, you must harbor a similar amount of passion for having them in your life!

Bruce, in my opinion, is self aware enough to know clinically that it isn't healthy, but it doesn't concern him too much? He's confident that you wouldn't actually be able to hurt any of them, and any weapons in the house are far out of your reach in case you decide your own skin would be an easier target. There's technically knives in the kitchen, but best of luck sneaking past Alfred to get them-

In the back of his mind, Dick knows it's not the best, but actively chooses to ignore it. Aw! You're painting your brothers! They should hang this in the main hall so everyone can see how much you love them- okay, Bruce said no, but he would love to have it outside his room!!! That way you can see it every time he has (makes) you spend time with him!

Tim sat there while you painted it, actively giving notes on how corpses sit. You kicked him out after half an hour of "well typically Dick slumps like this when unconscious, so after rigor m-" stfu Tim and be disturbed like a normal person.

Jason is the only other one not okay with it. He's kinda hurt bc you two used to be close. Listen, he KNOWS the situation isn't great, but it's fucking better than you being out and about in this shithole city, okay? ...So can you just paint over him and leave the others in-