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Guys not to be like that but I’m pretty sure 99% of those anon asks from people claiming to be from Gaza and needing donations are just bots and not real and we shouldn’t be posting the links they ask you to donate through 😭😭😭

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With Aventurine often having to use his charm and / or in unfortunate circumstances, body, how do you think that would play out within a relationship?

Like yes, in an ideal world, when you two start dating, he's able to never do that again (or if we're talking ideally than ever). But that feels like too easy and too romanticised for such a complex and heavy? (Sorry if that description doesn't work, english is not my first language) charecter.

So I feel as though there are two stages to this, the before he’s officially with you and the after. I think there’s a fundamental misunderstanding of Aventurine here, but I’ll get into that later.

Before he’s with you officially — though he may be entertaining the idea of a relationship — he will still have sex for business. It’s already not all that common of a thing he does, but he sees no need in stopping when there’s nothing official between the two of you.

I also believe he hesitates to use legitimate sex as an appeal piece. Yes he dresses himself and presents himself in a specific way, but I don’t think he actually resorts to sex unless there is no other option of convincing. He finds sex to be repulsive, so the idea of him engaging in it frequently for business just seems silly and out of character for him.

Again, he does use sex as a bargaining tactic, but it’s not his go to. It’s actually literally last on his docket. But, yes, before he is with you he does do it when he has to. It’s just how business is, that’s what he tells himself at least.

After making things offical with you — and especially after your first time together — it’s no longer an option he’ll put out there. Even before working through his own sexual abuse trauma he isn’t stupid enough to think he could get away with cheating on you. Luck or not, it’s against the kind of partner he wants to be to you, and he’d rather die than betray your trust and see you heartbreak if you were to find out.

While sex is off the table, flirting and gift giving are not. It’s the best way into greedy peoples hearts, so he obviously uses them to his great advantage. However, flirting with clients is nothing like flirting with you. In fact, if you see it, you might even bust out laughing. It’s a spectacle really.

His affections for you are soft and quiet, so much more weight behind his compliments and meaning behind his gifts. With his clients it’s loud and showy, a huge performance with fake platitudes and stupid meaningless gestures. It’s made very clear to you that it’s nothing more than business, and if you are feeling bad about it, he’ll assure you that he is nothing but dedicated to you.

It’s up to you to understand the difference and accept that this is what it’s like with him. To get the deal done and keep both of you safe (because being tied to him makes you the quickest target for correcting “behavioral issues” he may have) he has to play the part. If you are with him, though, you likely already know this.

Again, he just needs patience and kindness. He doesn’t do these things with intent to harm, he’s just backed into a corner and he has to survive somehow. (For both of you).

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Inspired by this.... I cannot stop thinking about mermaid aventurine, spread out on the table, a delicious, impossible display, glistening in the golden lights, bound for your safety, presented for your pleasure, teasing and flirting and charming to wrest back as much power as possible, unsure if he's simply to be devoured or ogled, or made to participate in whatever the purpose of putting him among silver plates and fruits so ripe their scent makes him dizzy and the flesh nearly bursting from their skins. And I think you're not sure either. He's not a creature that inspires violence, but he does inspire avarice, and the way his scales shimmer, the way his flawless skin ripples over the muscle beneath every time he so much as twitches, it makes you want to hold on, to keep him here, at your pleasure, even while your heart breaks a little at the thought of a creature so obviously not of the land being trapped here, forever.

It's a terrible thing to want to badly, and know you're not wanted in return. How could a creature like this love you? If it has sentience, would it ever learn to love its captor? Aventurine sees the want in your eyes and knows he can use it. So, he does. He draws you in, draws pretty promises from your lips, promises that will sicken you should you break them, that will drive you mad should you renege, spins pretty lies about complacency and curiosity, until even he is not sure of what he wants anymore, and has only one thought - to go back home.

Imagine the gut-wrenching surprise when you let him. When you take him to the shore where you bring him to the water's edge with your own two hands, when you touch his face just once and linger. And suddenly he's sure you will sicken, go mad not from the thin threads of ocean magic looped like gold around your neck, but from love of him and losing it. What a curious thing, to be loved so much, desired so much, coveted, and still to know you'll let him go.

As he swims away, the sea is colder against his skin that it has ever been, and its endless depths emptier than the compressed spaces of human living quarters with their walls and windows and ways to block out the sky. Better for him to leave, better for you to stay. Better for you never to hear his song or see a glimpse of his eyes gleaming above the water's edge when you... will you? visit this place.

He wonders if you'll walk into the water for him, come after him, drown yourself to be with him, and the knowledge lurches a leaden weight in his chest as it never did with pirates and merchants and naval officers who threw themselves across the bow to be with him.

It's a near thing, and you get ankle deep in the tide, feeling it tug cool and beckoning as it promises you one of the few things you've wanted that you had to give away. It is suddenly very lonely under the endless sky with the endless sea stretching before you as the sun sinks and you search the horizon for colors like Aventurine's eyes.

When you force yourself from the water, your toes pruned, skin prickling from being worn by the sand, half buried in silt, it's for the last time. This stretch of beach will be marked in a map in your study, but giving into the temptation of returning stings your pride and wanting (knowing what you never had) makes bitter the sweet ache of longing below your breastbone. You've let him go, back to the wild place that makes him perfect rather than only magical, and that is enough concession to beauty that it consumes your thoughts. The feelings he left behind consumes them.

You return home to commission sculptures of him in the garden (never as whip-quick, always too motionless, and it never feels right for the likeness to be too similar), to spend your spare time ruffling oil paint into the frothy caps of gentle waves, to dress an entire room in blue and green and gold for your amusement.

The brush with true magic becomes something both a lure - make life more magical in his absence, whimsical and strange - and savor, because you're certain you'll never meet with it again.

Imagine your surprise when he walks into the house one day at the tail end of summer, the last warm day when the drive throws dust and the heat makes everything feel thick and slow.

You can't see the way his hands shake with nerves as he clutches the brim of his hat, or the shivers that wrack through him as you stare at him like you're watching something wonderful and impossible and strange happen right in front of you, even though he feels the very real weight of flesh and blood cloaked over his spirit, housed between his bones.

His laugh is shaky when you get close enough and throw your arms around him, so much warmer, softer, realer than the gossamer vision of the creature brought to your table years ago. His eyes are wide and vibrant, cunning and scared when you cup his cheek and drink him in, thinking of sea water, of the parching waves like desert sand and glad you've successfully avoided drowning.

There are feathers dangling from his ears on golden strands and strikes of color along his lash line, dandy as any young gentleman from the shore, which seems somehow so anatopic to what you know he is it makes you tremble too.

He looks at you under golden lashes when you ask him whether he would like to be a guest this time, to dinner.

He thinks he would like to be, as long as there's opportunity for something similar to the compromising position you first found him in at some later date.

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"I need to see them suffer" I say about a character who already does nothing but suffer

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when reading smut and y/n says “daddy”

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"i don't comment on ao3 because i don't wanna be annoying or weird" skill issue + you greatly underestimate the power dynamic here, writing multi paragraph comments is like feeding a bunch of deeply insane and possibly starved ducks at the park and watch them go completely mad over having received a piece of bread

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me re-scrolling thru older convos w/ my friends becuase i remember how much i enjoyed talking to them about the subject

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Fun fact I used to follow you on TikTok (mostly because of the daily Jing Yuan art and bc. Your art soso pretty) and I unfollowed because you posted hate for Ratio and I will not stand slander,, such a surprise seeing you on Tumblr + also as a Ratio fan

HELP ME I still can’t believe I did daily Jing Yuan cause I don’t even like him now 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 crazy commitment for a character I in the end didn’t even care that much about BUT THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENT I APPRECIATE IT 🥹🥹🥹

Also that’s genuinely so funny and honestly so real I’d have unfollowed me too for the Ratio hate PLSS the way I’ve switched up so hard on him too is crazy 😭😭😭😭 The claims I was making about him on tiktok were kind of crazy even if I can sympathise with erm myself ig for hating him for being mean because honestly men have no right to be mean 😅😅

My whole journey to where I’m currently at with my opinion on Ratio is kind of crazy too cause at first I hated him because he looked annoying and then my friend convinced me to like him because he’s funny but then that same friend convinced me to hate him again because he’s so mean and then I independently decided I do like him…. I like him when I woobify (/hj) him………… Once I actually decided to read up on him and his lore and everything I decided he was my beautiful princess actually

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My exams are killing me

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YOU UNDERSTAND YES 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 YOU’RE SO SMART ILY YOU GET IT YOU GET HIM. A chip is a chip. You know what it will do and, inherently, it isn’t harmful. Chips don’t change the way people do. You could, one day, decide to hurt him or betray him and it could blindside him if he isn’t careful,, or he could hurt or betray you in return and what if he loses you ?? What if he loses everything he cares about a second time ??????? What if he lets himself love you and lets himself have you and lets himself be happy and it’s all taken away from him again ?????????????? Very very scary

Aventurine being weird about physical touch with reader......... He constantly has to have his hands on you, some part of you pressed against him, he loves to kiss anywhere that isn't your lips. Everyone thinks you two are dating but no, he's just Like That. Aventurine tries very hard to make it constantly look like an act, but it's really because being around you makes him elated. You exist and it makes him almost giddy, half the time his kisses are an impulse he just can't control.

But also the moment you try to touch him, he flinches back, pulls away. He keeps a smile on his face, but it's easy to spot when his hand is behind his back.

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Aventurine being weird about physical touch with reader......... He constantly has to have his hands on you, some part of you pressed against him, he loves to kiss anywhere that isn't your lips. Everyone thinks you two are dating but no, he's just Like That. Aventurine tries very hard to make it constantly look like an act, but it's really because being around you makes him elated. You exist and it makes him almost giddy, half the time his kisses are an impulse he just can't control.

But also the moment you try to touch him, he flinches back, pulls away. He keeps a smile on his face, but it's easy to spot when his hand is behind his back.

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anyone else 1 situation away from losing their mind

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thanks hsr for adding gut wrenching flavor text to the silly shop management event . thanks

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Blocked like seven bots all saying the same script today bruh

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.....Blade being weird about physical touch........ In the sense that, every time he is near you he has to be in contact with you in any way. You're sitting on a couch and he is directly next to you, practically squishing you against the arm, even if the rest of the couch is totally free. Hands on your shoulders if he's trying to look at something you're staring at, or even if he's just behind you; he doesn't hold your hand when you two walk together, he has a firm grip around your forearm. The contact of hand to hand isn't enough for him, he needs to grab your entire arm to be satisfied. You offer sharing a bed like it's a cute little thing and he sleeps directly on top of you. Cuddling isn't enough he needs to smother you .

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I didn’t get into the art school I applied to 😞