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Spoiler for the new quest!!!

K they gone?

i told YALL, MY GIRL IS BACK, SHES BACK ZHZHZH I'M ACTUALLY ECSTATIC i am finally at ease

Sorry just wanted to share my excitement w someone feel free to ignore

I UNDERSTANDDDDD the scene was so cool ...... the cutscene ....... her expression ........ woag. u really won!!! unfortunately i was getting leaks about her kit since 2.0 so i already suspected but the payoff was so cool ... wish i bleached my brain so i couldve Not expected it

#2.1 spoilers #✎... mailbox. #✎... regulars: 🐉 #it makes me wonder about robin and sunday now a little too. since. gestures #robin already announced playable. how are they gonna bring her back

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just a heads up, i'll be tagging spoilers for the new quest as 2.1 spoilers so please feel free to block that tag if ever ^_^

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don’t even bother ft. aventurine x gn!reader — just something short bcs his va is too good at his job and him voicing that post made me go oh wow! warnings cursing, clingy aven and reader in denial about their feelings, one suggestive joke, badly written Sorry! this is very much dedicated to nour enjoy ur bf

The light of the sun indicates that the day has started much longer ago than you had originally thought. You cling onto sleep, nevertheless, not at all fond of the idea of facing the day properly.

“Alright. I understand.”

There isn’t need for any context for you to get that the second disruption of your attempts at going back to dreamland is a call concerning work, of all things. The clear exhaustion and barely concealed frustration in Aventurine’s voice as he speaks to the person on the other end of that call indicates he probably feels the same as you.

Irritated enough to go back to sleep immediately after hanging up.

“Let’s schedule the interview for today.” he says, sounding like he’s stretching. Oh, great. He’s decided to be professional and get up. You hear him heave a long sigh, probably after hanging up, and blindly try to reach for him.

“No.” you mumble, frowning slightly. Aventurine hums, seemingly surprised, then chuckles.

“Hm? No?” he repeats, and leans down. You open your eyes enough to see him cover the painful rays of sunlight streaming through the curtains. He looks at you and tilts his head with a smile, “Not even a hello, huh? You’re so polite.” his voice drips with sarcasm.

You try to press your palm to his face but he grabs your wrist before you can, laughing. He presses closer to you and leans his forehead to your shoulder. “No what?” he asks, whispering. You don’t appreciate the chill that runs down your spine. He’s so close.

“No to leaving before me. I heard that call.”

He smiles against your neck before pulling back to look at you. “Who says I’m leaving?” he huffs softly, “I was just trying to sound awake, okay? And since when were you this clingy?”

“I’m the same as usual,” you complain, turning to lay on your back, “I just don’t want to be kicked out become the actual room’s owner isn’t here, is all. It’s a pain to deal with.”

He’s right. You’re not a clingy person. In fact, you don’t usually find yourself sleeping in the same bed as anyone, no matter how close you are to them. This is just… A rare occurence.

You and Aventurine getting one too many drinks at a nearby bar, you realizing you didn’t get yourself a hotel room prior to the whole ordeal, and crashing in his luxury bedsheets before he could protest.

And the worst part of it? You slept well.

In any case, the problem was that the warmth of someone by your side as you slept felt much more comforting than you’d expected it to be. Maybe it was just the previous night’s drinks residue blurring your thoughts. Maybe that’s what made you say no to him potentially leaving before you could actually process it.

Maybe it’s just because it’s him, and you never really mind him being so close to you.

He sighs and moves over your figure, planting his arm at the side of your head to hover over you. “You’re an awful liar. You wouldn’t last at poker.”

“Enlighten me. What the hell am I lying about?”

“This.”

He smiles, and it somehow makes you all the more aware of the distance between the two of you. It’s not nerve-wracking but it’s not uncomfortable. And it’s not comfortable, either, but it’s somewhere there in the middle. It’s on that line that makes your head struggle to keep up and that’s more than enough to tell you how badly you’re handling what should be a routine, by now. This is nothing new, come on.

“Who am I lying to…?” you continue.

He scoffs. “Yourself. I can practically see the gears turning inside your head. It’s almost cute.”

It’s your turn to scoff. “Almost.”

He smiles to himself but doesn’t add more, moving away from you. He breathes out tiredly as he leans back against his pillows, a hand moving to cover his eyes. “You should get the higher-ups to call for a room for you. No one’ll bother you then.”

“You’re the higher-ups, do it yourself, you have the funds.” you imitate a robotic-sounding voice, then sigh, “That’s what they’ll tell me.”

“Mm, will they, now?”

You look at him. Only then do you notice the sun on his skin, his slightly messed up bangs, and the one button holding that cursed hotel pajamas top. You press your eyes shut with half a mind to hold back an annoyed groan. Don’t look at him like that, you repeat in your head.

You and Aventurine are friends. He likes to tease and flirt but that’s just how he is, so there’s really nothing more to it. You work as a negotiator for a group who frequently deals with the IPC’s offers and request for help to convince people of their grandiose plans. And Aventurine is arguably very high-up in the ranks of the IPC. It’s a wonder you even became friends, but it has been a long while now. A long while of bantering, clinging into each other just a bit too much, and listening to the other’s stories the very few times either of you actually opened up.

— Most of those times being after drinks. Nevertheless, it counts for something.

But you’ve never seen him in this kind of light. In sunlight! You’re not seeing him in any kind of new light at all. It’s just a different atmosphere than what you’re used to around him. You’ve spent time talking for hours at quiet bars or helping each other out in the most chaotic situations, but it’s never been this.

It’s so… calm.

But your phone rings. You sigh heavily before you grab it and answer the call. “Hello?” You barely get to properly register who called you before the voice of your senior at work starts complaining in your ear. You grimace.

Aventurine stares at you curiously.

“… This is really last-minute. Seriously?” you say, then wait for an answer. Seems like you’re needed somewhere again. But calling you saying to get to a location one system hour later is just… “Fine, I’ll— I said fine. I’ll be there. Yeah. Yes, sir.”

You hang up. Quiet daydream’s over.

“Turns out I’m gonna need to leave, anyways.” you mutter, sitting up. You suddenly become very aware of how comfortable it was simply laying there talking with Aventurine. Now that you’re faced eith your usual duties and loud coworkers, you’re forced to realize just how soothing the man’s presence is in comparison.

You feel a hand on your arm. It’s warm on your skin, holding some remains from the sun’s touch. You turn your head to see Aventurine’s fingers trailing down slightly, seemingly in thought. “How about…” he trails off, brows furrowing.

“How about?”

He looks up at you and grins before pulling you back into him, wrapping his free arm around your waist swiftly. You end up much closer to his face than either of you had anticipated but you don’t move away, and neither does he.

“How about we take a day off?” he whispers.

You try to say something but no word comes to mind. Aventurine stares at you for a while and you notice his gaze flitting down your face for a flicker of a second before he grabs your arm more firmly and pulls you closer, leaving you no room to even attempt thinking. “Hm?”

“I, you… Fuck you.” is the only response you manage to get out of your throat, and even that sounds half-hearted. It almost sounds like a question, even. You have to blame it on the exhaustion. You brain’s not cooperating, right now.

“Are you offering?”

Now he’s done it. You manage to grab his pillow from underneath his head to swat it at him, making him exclaim in surprise and soon yell for mercy. “Okay, hold on, hear me out, I’m sorry!”

You lower the pillow, looking down at him. You’ve been close before but straddling him’s a new one. Outside of fighting, that is. Maybe this counts as fighting.

“Good Heavens.” he huffs, hair at least ten times messier than it was before, “Okay. That was unnecessary.”

“False. Deserved.”

“…Perhaps.” he clicks his tongue, and carefully picks his pillow from your hands, like it’s a gun threatening to fire at him. “But that was no answer to my offer. Shall we take a vacation?”

“You get to decide when your vacation is?”

His sigh sounds nothing short of exasperated. “Just play along, will you? If you do, I’ll find a way to cover for both of us.” he says, fingers touching your face for who-knows-why. His eyes focus back on yours and he raises his eyebrows questioningly.

You’re not going to immediately say yes.

“Fine. Full blame’s on you if my boss kills me.”

He laughs, seemingly pleased with your answer.

“Then rest.” he says quietly, pulling you against his chest. You tense for a while, then relax. Now the sun is on your skin, too, and its warmth almost seems to beckon you back into sleep. Or is it his arms wrapped around you? You can’t tell.

Maybe the world feels a bit less harsh and cold when Aventurine is with you, and maybe you just shouldn’t bother questioning it.

#oh this is So cute . im sick (positive) #✎... fic reblogs.

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i..... finished the......... new quest............

#@ prev #it was such a..... fun and happy and hopeful story like they said......... definitely didnt make me yell WHAT at my phone screen at 4 am....

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i..... finished the......... new quest............

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FEN FEN FEN HAVE YOU SEEN HAVE YOU SEEN THE LIVESTREAM

Acheron. Black Swan. I lost my shit.

I SAWWWWW OMFNFBGBNGKGLGJG IM SO EXCITED GAHEUEGAHUEGEVJ im also . oh my gld . the concert

#DRUMMER ARGENTI ERHU PLAYER JINGLIU SAVE ME ...... SAVE ME DRUMMER ARGENTI ERHU PLAYER JINGLIU........ #✎... mailbox. #✎... regulars: 🐉

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Two things. First, this is hella cool, and second, i have never seen this website in my life but it's mine now i'll be using it for my own ocs since i have a LOT

thank you!!!! also unfortunately toyhouse is like ummm. you need an invite code from a premium user .......... i got mine from a mutual who had a few to spare ;__;

#i know that some people do code giveaways sometimes tho !! i remember seeing a few on tumblr a while back too #and if not there r actually a lot of sites like th !! i used to use notebook dot ai (no ai involved dw) before i moved to th too :] #✎... mailbox. #✎... regulars: 🐉

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...i swear i have a chance, GIVE ME ONE CHANCE ONE--

I'll text first

WHFHKFBKAHDHAHHAHAH best of luck . i believe in u . if she doesnt raid spray u on sight its a good sign (/j)

also that reminded me .... since you asked about her lore last time !!! she has a toyhouse profile now :] its still super unfinished but ... i Offer

#✎... mailbox. #✎... regulars: 🐉 #heehee

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i finished it :) utc

would anyone wanna see an oc thing i'm working on ... :]

#✎... text. #i wanted to post this when i finished it but i forgor. anyways hi lacey nation #(me and three mutuals clap)

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Today we mourn, for the great loss of Fen, cause of death ? Implosion due to exam results. You shall be missed 🫡

WHRHWJRBJEEVJG its papers now ... remember me ...

#✎... mailbox. #✎... regulars: 🐉 #i have a break soon at least ... i just have like threeee? papers and two exams and two presentations before that #amd then i can write again ...

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SHE/THEY are so PRETTYYY, i love your artstyle ! Any idea on their story ?

can i have their number

BFNFKB thank u sm!!! i have Some lore but none of it is written down properly at all 😭 in short they're a (former?) member of the genius society who's kind of obsessed with nous and has very violent thoughts about their own mortality so they transferred their consciousness into a robot body 👍 but the actual procedure got messed up by an Outside Factor (another oc) so their memories are now Gone 🔥

u can have her number if u so wish ... but she never texts first

#✎... mailbox. #✎... regulars: 🐉

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ive been enabled!!! here it is . please meet my horrible child . their name is lovelace (they/she) !!!

would anyone wanna see an oc thing i'm working on ... :]

#ignore the himeko eidolon icons i havent changed them yet BFJBFKGGGB #✎... text.

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would anyone wanna see an oc thing i'm working on ... :]

#sorry for no writing . i have to do so many papers . but ive been drawin :) #✎... text.

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Hey fen, i'm desperate, please bring me good artefact luck i'm actually imploding 🙏

MANIFESTING 🔥🔥🔥 CRIT RATE CRIT DAMAGE ATK ATK% SUBSTATS I BELIEVE

#i also need relic luck ... my xueyi literally has no crit rate at all BNGLGMFBGKGL #✎... mailbox. #✎... regulars: 🐉

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Hey Fen ! Hope you and the anons are having a great one, how did your exam go ?

waaa u remembered!!! i think it could've been a lot worse but i'm also not super confident so i guess we'll see BFJBFKGLGH if i stop posting after next week or so its because i exploded . remember me .......

aside from that i think i'm doin pretty good ^_^ i hope you're having a good day too !!

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hmm

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imagine saying goodbye to argenti.

you wait next to the One and Only. you knew exactly what would happen, long since predicted the way this would play out. that didn’t mean you were prepared for it. argenti approached you, tentatively taking your hands in his. you could tell he had a lot to say, but being showered with praise would only leave you soaked in misery. regardless, you don’t stop his distressful speech.

“my rose, we both knew this day would come. i know how much this is hurting you, but i hope you never forget i will always be your knight. idrila calls me, i simply cannot let this opportunity pass me by. returning to your arms would be a privilege any other knight of beauty would only pray to have - i hope i am not asking for too much myself.”

with a final squeeze of your hands, you’re gifted a rose, thorns sharp with oath and petals in a vowed bloom.

“i shall leave you will this rose, a heartfelt symbol of my promise to you: i will always love you. not even idrila could make me break that promise.”

and with that, he was gone.

as the rose started to wilt, you could only hopelessly wonder if idrila could affect that promise after all.

@ryuryuryuyurboat @dailypenpen

#oh this Hurt. very nice thank u op #✎... fic reblogs.