It may seem like I'm posting less frequently but that's bc I wrote a 12k fic for the avenday fic exchange that I've just been sitting on...
02.03.2026 04:01 β π 7 π 0 π¬ 1 π 0It may seem like I'm posting less frequently but that's bc I wrote a 12k fic for the avenday fic exchange that I've just been sitting on...
02.03.2026 04:01 β π 7 π 0 π¬ 1 π 0sunday chest.. mmhn.. #sunturine #SundayHSR
01.03.2026 22:56 β π 21 π 5 π¬ 2 π 0ιε»η΅΅
01.03.2026 16:48 β π 17 π 6 π¬ 0 π 0Earring #sunturine
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Only two weeks left! Thank you everyone for your hardwork and good luck!
π 'White Night' Day: March 14th
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01.03.2026 10:02 β π 20 π 6 π¬ 0 π 0Aventurine holding his belt and sayingn"huh? What's that look for? Im just fixing my belt buckle"
Shout out to this supreme churin thirst art i never finished, wtf #artbyzazo
28.02.2026 05:42 β π 8 π 1 π¬ 0 π 0Sunday and Aventurine from Honkai Star Rail sitting with Sunday in Aventurine's lap. Both are holding the sides of each others' faces. Their eyes are obscured but they are looking at one another. This is avenday / sunturine ship art
in his lap #avenday π¦πͺ½
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#sundayhsr
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Bless me, Gaiathra cruellae (tinkabelladk) Summary: Aventurine, who had been busy tallying his hourly rate so he could figure out how much this excruciatingly boring funeral was costing the IPC, sat up at the sound of the lector's voice. It was soft, deceptively so, but with strength beneath, like silk draped over steel. Undoubtedly this man was an uptight, joyless choir boy. But Aventurine still felt that familiar thrum of want, deep in his bones. ... From her seat in the back of the church, Acheron closed her eyes and let the sound of the choir wash over her. She tried to pick out Robin's voice from the mingled harmony, to catch the brilliant thread of her song and let it pull her apart. There was nothing in the world like Robin's music for making her feel both joy and despair. A stronger woman would stop coming to these services. She didn't even believe in Xipe. As the funeral director, she'd made all the arrangements for this service but that didn't mean she needed to attend. And yet she did. Every funeral. Every Saturday service. Robin's voice a lifeline that drew her back and back again. Chapter Management
Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/FM/M Fandom: ε΄©εοΌζη©Ήιι | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game) Relationships: Aventurine/Sunday (Honkai: Star Rail)Acheron/Robin (Honkai: Star Rail) Characters: Aventurine (Honkai: Star Rail)Sunday (Honkai: Star Rail)Acheron (Honkai: Star Rail)Robin (Honkai: Star Rail) Additional Tags: tags for the acherobin:Getting Back Togetherex-wivesMutual PiningAngst with a Happy EndingPost-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSDacheron has ptsdtags for the sunturine:Top Sunday/Bottom Aventurine (Honkai: Star Rail)Strangers to LoversAventurine is Bad at Feelings (Honkai: Star Rail)General tags:Alternate Universe - Modern SettingAlternate Universe - No PowersReligionbut it's the HSR religions Language: English Stats: Published: 2026-02-28 Updated: 2026-02-28 Words: 4,847 Chapters: 1/? Hits: 0
new fic! featuring both #sunturine and #acherobin
archiveofourown.org/works/804045...
Bless me, Gaiathra cruellae (tinkabelladk) Summary: Aventurine, who had been busy tallying his hourly rate so he could figure out how much this excruciatingly boring funeral was costing the IPC, sat up at the sound of the lector's voice. It was soft, deceptively so, but with strength beneath, like silk draped over steel. Undoubtedly this man was an uptight, joyless choir boy. But Aventurine still felt that familiar thrum of want, deep in his bones. ... From her seat in the back of the church, Acheron closed her eyes and let the sound of the choir wash over her. She tried to pick out Robin's voice from the mingled harmony, to catch the brilliant thread of her song and let it pull her apart. There was nothing in the world like Robin's music for making her feel both joy and despair. A stronger woman would stop coming to these services. She didn't even believe in Xipe. As the funeral director, she'd made all the arrangements for this service but that didn't mean she needed to attend. And yet she did. Every funeral. Every Saturday service. Robin's voice a lifeline that drew her back and back again. Chapter Management
Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/FM/M Fandom: ε΄©εοΌζη©Ήιι | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game) Relationships: Aventurine/Sunday (Honkai: Star Rail)Acheron/Robin (Honkai: Star Rail) Characters: Aventurine (Honkai: Star Rail)Sunday (Honkai: Star Rail)Acheron (Honkai: Star Rail)Robin (Honkai: Star Rail) Additional Tags: tags for the acherobin:Getting Back Togetherex-wivesMutual PiningAngst with a Happy EndingPost-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSDacheron has ptsdtags for the sunturine:Top Sunday/Bottom Aventurine (Honkai: Star Rail)Strangers to LoversAventurine is Bad at Feelings (Honkai: Star Rail)General tags:Alternate Universe - Modern SettingAlternate Universe - No PowersReligionbut it's the HSR religions Language: English Stats: Published: 2026-02-28 Updated: 2026-02-28 Words: 4,847 Chapters: 1/? Hits: 0
new fic! featuring both #sunturine and #acherobin
archiveofourown.org/works/804045...
I just like this pallet a lot. #sunturine
30.12.2025 23:07 β π 23 π 11 π¬ 0 π 0
Day 56
#AnInfiniteProcessionOfSundays #Sundayhsr #WryoArt #avenday
Aventurine a little bird told me something interesting Aventurine that you're competing in the phantasmoon games Aventurine why is it that you never want to play games with me? but you'll join some stupid elation contest just because
Last time we played poker I lost all of my clothes. Aventurine that was pretty great Aventurine i thought you had fun Sunday I did. But then the Trailblazer showed me some artifacts he found... Sunday Photo Sunday It was very difficult to explain how all my clothing went missing!
forgot to tag hsr 4.1 spoilers... sorry
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I love this one so much πππ
26.02.2026 01:55 β π 2 π 0 π¬ 1 π 0this is hilarious π
26.02.2026 01:45 β π 1 π 0 π¬ 0 π 0The only time I like characters like this is when they're the ridiculous comic relief (looking at you Ratio)
25.02.2026 04:42 β π 5 π 0 π¬ 3 π 0I have always disliked the archetype of the super smart character who thinks everyone else is an idiot. People who truly possess remarkable intelligence tend to be open and curious about what they can learn from others, listening rather than disparaging other intellects to make themselves seem smart
25.02.2026 04:41 β π 11 π 0 π¬ 1 π 0poof! #avenday
24.02.2026 16:02 β π 39 π 14 π¬ 0 π 0#Aventurine
24.02.2026 13:56 β π 61 π 34 π¬ 0 π 0sunday hsr says LETS GO TO SLEEP NOW.
everybody close their eyes
24.02.2026 04:30 β π 9 π 3 π¬ 0 π 0
Day 55
#AnInfiniteProcessionOfSundays #Sundayhsr #WryoArt implied #avenday
Seriously I think almost every Sunday artist has drawn this at least once
25.02.2026 02:19 β π 7 π 0 π¬ 0 π 0I am pleased that despite the many differences of opinion that divide us, we can all agree on the most important kink: Sunday Oak in bondage
25.02.2026 02:19 β π 19 π 3 π¬ 3 π 0As he stared and stared, Kakavasha began to see clearly. Gaiathra Triclops was standing before him, floating in an endless plane of light. Strings held her aloft, golden strands that led into a being so vast and powerful his vision could not make sense of it save for a single eye, enormous and so beautiful Kakavasha wanted to cry. It had the same colors as his own, the fuchsia of the outer ring and the turquoise of the inner. Kakavasha drew in a shaky breath, and his voice trembled when he spoke. "Why, then?" he begged, a supplicant on his knees. "Why are we put on this world, if it's just to die?"
new chapter of my #sunturine / #avenday fic featuring Emanator!Sunday
relevant tag: Aventurine meets his maker
bonus tag: cuddles
archiveofourown.org/works/611752...
As he stared and stared, Kakavasha began to see clearly. Gaiathra Triclops was standing before him, floating in an endless plane of light. Strings held her aloft, golden strands that led into a being so vast and powerful his vision could not make sense of it save for a single eye, enormous and so beautiful Kakavasha wanted to cry. It had the same colors as his own, the fuchsia of the outer ring and the turquoise of the inner. Kakavasha drew in a shaky breath, and his voice trembled when he spoke. "Why, then?" he begged, a supplicant on his knees. "Why are we put on this world, if it's just to die?"
new chapter of my #sunturine / #avenday fic featuring Emanator!Sunday
relevant tag: Aventurine meets his maker
bonus tag: cuddles
archiveofourown.org/works/611752...
You Can (Not) Stop Animating (can't wait!!)
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