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Aventurine sketch wip!!
Finished Aventurine Fanart!!
Charming audacity 💜💚
my favorite part of honkai star rail is how most of them look like they wouldnt own a smartphone
Where's that handsome bust of yours?
"𝘋𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘛𝘰𝘱𝘢𝘻~" "𝘋𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘈𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦…"
Aventurine & Topaz
You look tired, doc. Stay with me. Have a rest. _________
I wanted to write something on this piece to give it more context, but any text seemed out of place here.
So I just wrote -.. --- -. - / .-.. . .- …- . / -- . in morse code to express Ratio's thoughts. I think this way of communication fits his personality quite well… Idk…
Ayaaa i love them so much it’s kinda painful </3
AVENTURINE DOODLE
YAYAY!! aventurine doodle
sorry i havent posted in years
CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN WHY AVENTURINE SOUNDS LIKE RYAN REYNOLDS? LIKE WHAT?
Another wonderful piece by Chanif!!! There were actually multiple versions of this idea, but this one was my favorite :DD
Also, please make sure to support Chanif! They're a wonderful artist and deserve the support!! 🤍🤍🤍🤍
Let's enjoy the rest of our lives
Yandere! Aventurine x reader
The ChaGold member, thank you @alexex8sts as always for the amazing idea again! :-)
Amazing Idea by @alexex8sts :3
Aventurine. Gambler - Imagine living the high life, winning almost every game you've played, having the time of your life, and then Aventurine appears. Things start off simple, he requests a game with you the winning conditions being the winner doing whatever they wanted to the other. You thought nothing of it... You didn't understand what he truly meant... It starts off as normal, placing a few chips flipping a few cards but in the end, he won... You jokingly ask what he wants from you before only for him to walk over and place a collar on your throat and a ring on your hand " I want you... And only you.. Let's enjoy the rest of our lives "
aventurine who's one of those boyfriends.
he pesters you and annoys you as a joke, but showers you with affection the moment he feels you get frustrated. it's always one kiss there (your cheek), another here (corner of your lip), and after a plethora of kisses across your face (and shoulder/collarbone if you're really pissed), he finally grants you a kiss on the lips.
something about the way he kisses you is so intoxicating. you're always chasing him—he's never chasing you. he leads you around a wonderland of sorts, where you have to continuously run after him so that you could find bliss. the way he cups your face or the way he holds onto the small of your back drives you crazy, and aventurine knows it.
despite teasing you so often, aventurine is gentle. his touches are always feather-light, like he's afraid to hurt you. you hold his hand and squeeze it a few times to reassure you that you're not going to be damaged so easily, and he returns your gesture by softly kissing that hand, and laying it on his chest (directly on his heart).
aventurine, who thinks actions matter more than words. he was never good at expressing his true feelings, so he puts his all in services and gifts. he takes you to your favorite bookstore, and lets you roam around picking up stacks upon stacks. he lets you ramble about your favorite series, such as whether one of them was a "flop" or not. he carries you to bed when you accidentally fall asleep on the couch.
your relationship is deeply rooted in the little things. sure, grand gestures are amazing—don't get aventurine wrong. but there is always something so simple and sweet about a quiet love that aventurine thinks people are missing out on.
he knows what you're thinking based on one look. when you turn to him when something happens, aventurine most likely knows what you're thinking. you give him one playful nudge on the shoulder, and he knows how you feel about that one person.
sometimes, sharing isn't caring. at least to aventurine. he knows that he can't keep you all to himself, but he attempts to. like when he tries to distract you from plans. or when he's pressing so many kisses on your cheek that you're afraid you're going to be late.
he describes it best, "i think i'm too selfish to be your boyfriend," he tells you. his arms are wrapped around your shoulder as you two lay in bed together. "i want you all to myself."
yeah. you're fine with that.
God I love this so much. Love how the reader is physically capable i love it. Tension is INSANEE
♠️ Aventurine x Reader ♠️ Under the Gun
For a man who was betting a ton of credits, he looked unusually confident.
He could just be bluffing. You hoped that he was bluffing. But, from the nightmares described by various IPC members, as well as a bit of personal experience, you had to agree that perhaps, Aventurine was indeed a menace to deal with.
Among the complaints of varying degrees, Topaz’s gripes stuck out the most. She constantly mumbled about him being a slimy, unsavory bastard, and despite the two of you being on less than positive terms, she wouldn’t wish his presence upon you in a thousand Amber Eras.
Did you ever heed her warnings? Clearly not, as you were face-to-face with Aventurine in a two-person game of Belobog Hold’em. From the dastardly look on his face, he seemed to have a plan. And that plan was to completely drain you of whatever credits you had left in your pockets with his next move.
He rested his head on his hand and smiled at you, his eyes piercing your soul through his rose-tinted glasses. Aventurine’s smirk was that of a confident man who knew what he was doing, and perhaps nothing you could do could stop him from winning this game. Keeping your composure at such a sight was proving to be a challenge, especially considering how your hand wasn’t exactly the best. Aventurine could practically see through your hand, it felt like, and he was secretly amused by the almost guaranteed loss you were staring at. To have this much confidence, he must either have ended up with a practically unbeatable hand from the sheer force of dumb luck, or he knew how to, quite literally, play his cards right.
Or, perhaps he could see that you were not quite paying full attention to the game, and your focus lied primarily within Aventurine himself. It was a sense of morbid curiosity to see if he was as truly awful as the rumors and tales had described that inclined you to play a one-on-one private game of poker with him. To Aventurine, it was all another one of his “business deals,” and he had business of lining his pockets with the spoils of your failure.
You had put so much money in, just to see how far you could take this game, but with every credit wagered on the table, his smile grew ever more confident. Perhaps you should’ve quit early to minimize your losses, but there was something about seeing that dastardly smirk that caused you to stray from your real goal of satisfying a basic curiosity.
Or did this “curiosity” extend beyond the simple urge to meet him alone?
The realization of your impending losses began to set in, and you were looking back and forth between your awful and Aventurine’s confident gaze. You couldn’t let things end here, but you knew that he had you backed in a corner and that a second round with him just wouldn’t be possible.
“Well?” he said with a little laugh, “What’s the holdup?”
You said nothing, as you attempted to maintain a cool and collected expression to hide the despair in your hand.
“Cat got your tongue, my dear?” he said, waving his cards mockingly like a fan.
“No,” you said, forcing your eyes off of him.
“Ah, then…what’s the holdup? Thinking a little too hard, perhaps?”
You didn’t want to allude to the awful position you were in. Not to him, especially, but at this point, what more could you do? No matter how hard you looked at your final hand, all combinations of cards were beyond awful. Aventurine could play the most underwhelming hand and he would still have you defeated like a sore loser, and his smile told the entire story.
That was a face of a man who knew he had won, one that had a chokehold on you.
Shaking your head, completely defeated, you placed your cards down on the table. Aventurine was all too happy to place his down with the same smug look that had been taunting you since the very beginning of this game.
You didn’t want to see just much Aventurine won by, so you merely concentrated on your own depressing cards as you flipped them over. A pair. There was no way you were winning anything with that.
“Well… it seems like I win this one,” Aventurine said.
After taking a deep breath, you finally convinced yourself to look at his cards. You knew he had you beat quite badly, but you didn’t want to see just how badly.
Four of a kind. It would’ve taken some immense luck on your end to beat that, something that you simply did not have. And now you found yourself down more credits than you actually had.
You should’ve heeded the warning of Topaz and the others. Aventurine was not one to be taken so lightly in the very game he specializes in.
“Another round might satisfy you, perhaps?” Aventurine asked, picking up a chip and fidgeting with it in his fingers.
“As much as I would love to continue playing with you, first I need to figure out how to pay you back,” you admitted.
“Pay me back? You mean to tell me that you kept betting with credits that you didn’t have?”
You nodded your head. You knew it wasn’t the brightest idea, but hearing Aventurine flat-out expose you in such a manner provoked some sort of irritation within you. The problem was, you couldn’t tell if you were more frustrated with yourself or him.
“And in a game with an IPC member, too. What-ever could you have possibly been thinking? Did you maybe, want to go into debt or something? Did you want me to go after you?”
You were supposed to be the one going after him, but Aventurine took advantage of your blunder and turned things against you. Except, he wasn’t curious about some rumors, he wanted to collect his rewards. And a debt you did indeed owe to him, one he was all too happy for you to owe. It was as if he was awaiting this moment the entire time, as if he had a surefire way of making sure he would end up on top.
A method such as rigging the game, perhaps.
“Go after me? In what sense?” you asked.
“Hmm, how do you think? Relentlessly pursuing you until I get what I am after? Haha, though I have got to admit, I was fully expecting you to hit me up for one more round, maybe to try and win everything back. Takes a lot for someone to finally admit defeat.”
Was he complimenting you? Surely, he couldn’t be complimenting you, if anything, it was a snide commentary on how well you’ve managed to dig yourself a hole.
“Thanks?” you said, at a genuine loss for words.
“Ah, well, I know you’re thinking that you’re going to have to pay up eventually, but I can’t help but be curious that there was something else you were after,” he said, ceasing the fidgeting of the chip in his fingers and began smiling with devious intent.
“After what, exactly?” you asked, trying to clear up exactly what he was implying.
“Something that, to you, must be more valuable than any singular credit in all of Penacony. Something that was clearly enough to deviate your focus from the game and instead direct it to what was in front of the very cards that determined your fate.”
“You mean like the chance to wipe that insufferable look off of your face?”
“Oh, if only I could believe that you would do such a thing.”
You could challenge him to yet another round of Belobog Hold’em anyways, but he was well aware that your pockets were heading deep into the negatives, and the risk of falling even further into debt was greater than the reward. Your options were ultimately limited, but you weren’t willing to back down so easily. Especially not to someone as insufferable as Aventurine.
“Want me to prove it?” you said, glaring into his eyes.
Aventurine put the poker chip that he was fidgeting with prior down on the table.
“Now you’re getting awfully bold for someone who finds themselves deep in debt. I’ll have you know, it doesn’t matter if we’re talking about my IPC duties or playing cards, because I always hit the jackpot.”
“Jackpot?” you said, snatching the poker chip out from under him. “Can you really say that with such confidence, especially when foul play is involved?”
You held the poker chip up to one of your eyes, and closely observed Aventurine through the other. His confidence was not diminished by your revolt, and his grin seemed to grow ever slyer by the moment. He either knew that, despite you catching on, he had gotten away with his trickery, or Aeons be damned this man truthfully knew how to play his cards right.
“Luck and foul play do not equate, my dear,” Aventurine said.
“Do you want to run that by me one more time?” you said, moving the poker chip down from your eye and squinting at him.
With a teasing laugh, Aventurine stated, “I said, luck and foul play are not the same, my dear.”
He was driving you to your wit’s end. Aventurine had to be hiding some kind of dirty secret to never lose in such a manner. You were determined to fight the answer out of him, whether it truly was some form of hidden skill or everything now and before was rigged. Sometimes, the best way to counter foul play was to break the rules yourself and knock the self-declared king down the hierarchy.
Aventurine would spend the entirety of the evening waving his winning hand in front of your face if that is what it took for you to back down.
At this point, you didn’t have the patience for any more of his antics.
No roundabout way of making him confess his dirty little secrets would cause him to crack any time soon. Not to mention, you were nearing the point of wanting to choke him out.
You slammed the stolen poker chip on the table, which Aventurine looked down at the cards and chips rebounding from the force.
“Getting a little feisty now, aren’t w- “
You reached out while Aventurine was focused on the disturbed table and slipped your fingers under his choker. Before he had a chance to react, you pulled him forward across the table, knocking over what remained of the stacks of chips and cards. You held him firmly in front of you, giving Aventurine almost no other option but to look directly into your eyes.
“Two can play at that game,” you said, tightening your grip on his choker.
Despite the situation Aventurine now found himself in, he was strangely calm about the entirety of it. The smile on his face, though dastardly, was tainted with some sort of twisted joy.
“Ha, I can’t say I’ve ever played a game that ended with me in such a tangle,” he said.
“That’s an awful surprise considering how insufferable you are.”
“Insufferable? Coming from you, of all people? I’d argue that you’re doing this strictly on purpose, to study my ‘tactics’ up close and personally.”
“Because I am, so I can catch you in case you try to pull a fast one on me.”
“By looking at me ever so closely? Why, I’d argue that you’re more interested in me than that little bet you claim I’ve won by illicit means.”
You tugged on his choker a bit, to try and shake a little sense into that man. However, Aventurine’s smile never dissipated; his eyes only grew more focused with a kind of hunger only a man seeking his reward could have. He should sensibly be threatening you to hand over his payment, yet he had not uttered one word of demand for his credits this entire time.
Could he actually be finding some form of enjoyment from this? Enough to forgo the temptation of the hefty balance of credits that was being dangled in front of him like an earthworm worm to a fish?
“And for a man with the promise of becoming rich, you seem awfully distracted from your bounty.”
“Becoming rich?” he said with a laughter muffled by your grip, “Oh, sweetie, I have more money than your mind could possibly comprehend. It’s not often that I get as much enjoyment out of a simple game of poker as I am right now.”
It would appear that your theory was right. Aventurine was deriving some sort of sick enjoyment from your threats. Perhaps, he wouldn’t mind it if you stepped things up a notch, then?
“This isn’t a matter of it being a so-called simple game of poker,” you said, pushing aside the cards and chips that were in your way.
“It’s more of a game between us now.”
You pulled Aventurine even closer to you, close enough to where you can feel his breath on your face. Any further, and he would be pulled out of his chair onto the table, or even worse, a bit too close to you.
“Now? Are you sure that it wasn’t always between us?”
“Very clever of you to think such absurdity, though it would explain how horribly you were playing. Or, perhaps you’re just naturally awful. But I couldn’t blame you regardless, as I am quite the charmer, after all.”
“You want to repeat that, pretty boy?”
“Pretty boy. I do like the sound of that.”
You wanted to tug Aventurine even closer, but you physically couldn’t, unless you wanted him directly against your face. The most you could do is grip his choker even tighter, wearing at the leather with the sheer force of your fist.
“Quiet now, you scoundrel,” you snapped.
“Pretty boy? Scoundrel? Make up your mind,” Aventurine taunted.
He was indeed a pretty boy, but at the same time, he was a scoundrel. He had a way with words, a way with looks, and unfortunately, a way with cards.
“You’re keeping me awfully close for someone who thinks I’m a scoundrel,” he continued, “Aren’t you afraid I’m going to cheat you out of a little more than your money?”
“What could you possibly do with this quite literal chokehold I have on you?” you said.
“Repay the favor, of course,” he said, lifting up one of his hands that he used to steady himself.
You braced yourself for a hostile retribution. Repay the favor how, exactly? Did he have a genuine suspicion that you were trying to kill him? Out of sheer instinct, you grabbed your pistol with your free hand and held it directly against his head, flicking off the safety and finger almost desperate for the trigger. Even in the face of death, Aventurine did not flinch, and his smile was as dastardly as ever.
To your great surprise, he simply brushed some of the hair that had fallen in front of your eyes away. Despite the gun armed and ready to blow his brains out should he attempt something clever, he paid no mind to the imminent threat to his life.
“That’s it?” you said, completely deprived of words. “Not even with a gun aimed directly at your vitals?”
Aventurine nudged the gun away from his head, aiming it at the ceiling directly above him. You didn’t bother to reposition yourself, though you still kept the safety off, just in case.
“Oh, I know you couldn’t bring yourself to do such a thing,” he taunted.
Unfortunately, Aventurine was right. As much as he was getting on your nerves, it didn’t warrant taking his life. You slowly lowered your pistol onto the table, still keeping it close, just in case.
“Ha, you’re quite the pretty one yourself, even when you’re acting all scary. It’s almost enough to distract a man as sharp as me.”
“Almost? With the way you were eyeing me up, I could almost believe that you were too focused on me to even think twice about cheating.”
“Oh, back on that again, are we? Isn’t there something you’d rather focus on, instead of whether or not you can trust a little ol’ member of the IPC?”
Almost impulsively, you pulled him ever so slightly closer, to the point where he was agonizingly close to you. Hardly even a single inch of space separated you and him.
He was right. With him so close and in your grasp, you could care less about all of the credits you owed to Aventurine. Though, every time the topic of the debt was mentioned, Aventurine brushed it off almost as quickly as it came up. In a way, it was almost as if he could care less about what would be pocket change to him.
“Focus on what, exactly?” you asked.
“Who else, other than the bastard you have in your grasp right now? The one who you absolutely refuse to break eye contact with, the one you claim to despise so much?”
“Despise enough to not back down from, but…not enough to reject his company.”
“My point exactly,” he whispered while running his finger across your cheek, gently brushing the edge of your lips.
“Now what are you playing at?” you snapped, in an indirect way to ask for clarification on Aventurine’s intent.
“It’s something that I want, something that we both want, more than the truth behind the legitimacy of a back-alley game of poker,” Aventurine said, with a smile that suddenly went soft.
“Long story short, you mean each other. You think that our intent for allowing this game to spiral out of control was to win over each other, and not for the spoils of currency?”
“Judging by your poor performance, I’d say it’s far from an improbability.”
“And your constant diversion from the topic of the money,” you said.
“Perhaps.”
Your grip on him suddenly softened, allowing Aventurine a bit more freedom to move. Certainly, you weren’t expecting this to happen just because you wanted to fight back a little, but if that were really the case, then perhaps you were a bit too rough with him? No, Aventurine was clearly indulging himself in the pleasure of someone bold enough to step up to him. Someone who knew very well of his dangers, yet still faced him head on.
Everything about that gaze, that smile, those bastardly mannerisms of his had you so entranced.
And you so very badly wanted to put him in his place.
“Giving up already?” he said, disappointed at your sudden withdrawal.
“What? Did you want me to choke you out?”
“Ha, you like me too much. But feel free to tug me as close to that pretty face of yours as you wish.”
Obedience was not exactly what you were so eager to show Aventurine, but the chance to tug on him even more was not something you were going to pass up. You forcefully pulled him even closer, once again reducing the distance between your faces to hardly a single inch. The two of you were locked in a stare, closely watching for each other’s next move.
“Well? What are you waiting for? Don’t tell me you’ve gotten too shy all of a sudden.”
“I’m not, it’s just, is this really what you want out of me, Aventurine?”
“What do you think I’ve been trying to pry out of you this entire time, sweetheart?”
It would be comedically cruel to toy with him further, but also a wait that you could no longer bear. With no resistance from Aventurine himself, you yanked his collar further until your lips met at long last. Yet, you did not free Aventurine from your grasp the entire time, but he seemed to care not, as he had finally hit the jackpot he was alluding to throughout the entire game.
Once you two had drifted apart, you rested your foreheads against each other, though your fingers were still gently hooked on his choker.
“You freein’ me now that you’ve had your fun?” Aventurine said.
Sighing, you unhooked your fingers, allowing him to relax back into his chair. He stood up, and in one swift, graceful swoop, Aventurine collected the scattered deck of cards, even snatching your depressing play right from under your nose. The chips were neatly stacked and set to the side, no longer accounting for what either party had on the line.
“What about the debt?” you said, looking at the pile of now neatly organized poker chips.
“Debt? What debt?”
He didn’t forget about those credits at all, but Aventurine could care less as he simply won something far better than any form of monetary value.
“Don’t be afraid to hit me up if you ever feel like throwin’ down some cards again,” Aventurine said.
“I can’t guarantee that it wouldn’t end with me throwing you down on the table.”
“Are you threatening me with a good time?” Aventurine said, turning to look at you with a smirk. “Because if that’s the case, why don’t we skip the card games and head straight to the fun?”
This is so beautiful ong I love the lighting, angle, and the colouring makes everything so ethereal
quick thing btwn classes
Do you think it's a coincidence that these two men's profiles are literally beside each other??? Not only that fact that they literally know each other, are imaginary characters, both (I think) work together in the IPC (though I'm not entirely checked out if the Intelligentsia Guild is actually part of the IPC) and have chest windows??? And the other fact that Aventurine asked Dr. Ratio where is his "handsome" bust of his when they meet up in one of the rooms in the Reverie in the Penacony chapter??? Nah, If I have to be honest, I think they are certified husbands to me! 😌🤗☺🥰😊 Also btw, here is list of all of my 5 stars that I currently have so far! I'm currently trying to pull for Topaz and Numby, however, I have no luck so far😫🥺😭
THIS IS SO TRUE👏 I can't even manage to write a single accurate sentence that Dr. Ratio would say😭 I was thinking of writing An Aventio/Ratiorine fanfic based on that one fan art of them but can't due to this fact🤧
I applaud my fellow fic writers so much because I physically can’t write Veritas’s speech pattern for the life of me, like, with Aventurine I can get away with using slang and everyday usage words but with Ratio it’s just like “your semen is covering my upper torso and dripping down what we call the true ribs, as well as-“
Aventurine got the cat cakes as a get-well-soon gift, kinda like little therapy pets for his recovery (he loves them and just kept them)
I also wanted to make them more distinct and a bit more cat like because why not
OJ YM GODSDDDDDD I NEED HIM SO BAD IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE 🙏🙏🙏
AVENTURINE WANTERS WILL BE AVENTURINE HAVERS !!!! (120 wishes and a dream for him and his lc except im on the 50/50)