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cruellae || astral express era
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cruellae.bsky.social
Sometimes my cat needs my husband to hold up her head while she's in his lap because she's too lazy to hold it up herself
December 6, 2025 at 11:28 PM
cruellae.bsky.social
today we give thanks for possessive, obsessive dom!Aventurine and his beautifully submissive angel

here's my contribution

#sunturine #avenday

archiveofourown.org/works/660958...
"Are you afraid of what I'll do to you?" Aventurine asked, removing his jewelry and unbuttoning his own shirt. He left his slacks on and climbed onto the bed to kneel between Sunday's thighs. A complicated expression crossed Sunday's face. "A punishment is supposed to make me afraid." Aventurine leaned in and traced the line of Sunday's throat, then down his prominent collarbone. "This isn't like any punishment you've ever had before," he said. "I know." Sunday swallowed hard. "But I… I need to be hurt. I deserve it and I… need it."
November 27, 2025 at 2:56 PM
cruellae.bsky.social
we did it!!! angel dice forever <3 <3 <3
November 23, 2025 at 5:25 PM
cruellae.bsky.social
Should I post two fics today to get us over the line?
November 23, 2025 at 5:01 PM
cruellae.bsky.social
my #sunturine / #avenday gothic romance is complete!!!

archiveofourown.org/works/741115...
You must leave tonight, the raven cawed mournfully. Run, leave this place. Begone before dawn. "Why?" Aventurine said, asking again despite the many times this exact question had gone ignored. "What fate awaits me?" Tomorrow you will belong to the family. "Wed or not, I will be the same man as always." Your blood will be the blood of the tree. Blessed blood will flow to feed the roots.
November 19, 2025 at 2:53 PM
cruellae.bsky.social
new fic for the smut for SNAP fundraiser!

for @mistcontinent.bsky.social

cw: noncon, mind control

archiveofourown.org/works/74293091
a sigh and a willing surrender "I feel the craving in your soul," Sunday said. "You cry out for structure, obedience, and tenderness. And so I am here to provide what you need, what you are begging me for despite the words you speak."
November 16, 2025 at 3:07 PM
cruellae.bsky.social
We are 9 fics away from the big 1000 let's go angel dice nation!!
November 15, 2025 at 3:34 AM
cruellae.bsky.social
new fic! a gothic romance #sunturine / #avenday

archiveofourown.org/works/741115...
Penacony Gothic Built on the bones of an abandoned frontier prison, Dewlight Pavilion contained both opulence and mysteries replete. But for Aventurine, it was only one more cage, one more place he would be held in bondage. And there was the matter of his fiance. Had there been anyone in his previous acquaintance more humorless, severe, and uninteresting than Sunday? Clearly Sunday resented him for their forced marriage, likely assuming that a lowborn scoundrel such as Aventurine was merely using him to gain a legitimate footing in society. or sunturine gothic romance
November 13, 2025 at 12:14 AM
cruellae.bsky.social
wip for my upcoming gothic romance, which is almost done!!!
November 12, 2025 at 1:37 AM
cruellae.bsky.social
Hit me ❤️
November 10, 2025 at 9:21 PM
cruellae.bsky.social
For Sunturine/Avenday Week Day 7: Family

In the final chamber of the Simulated Universe, Aventurine finds what he's been looking for all along.

#avendayweek2025 #sunturineweek2025 #avenday #sunturine

archiveofourown.org/works/73929541
Simulated Universe: "Wise Intellitrons, and sentient plants with pineapple flowers adorning their heads! Welcome to the Galactic Grand Prix! Let me feel your vibrations!" Simulated Universe: As you watch the race, a little boy tugs on your hand. Peering up at you, he grins endearingly. “Who’s gonna win, Papa?” Simulated Universe: Papa???
November 9, 2025 at 3:10 PM
cruellae.bsky.social
new fic for Sunturine/Avenday Week Day 5: Sexting

Aventurine teaches Sunday to sext. It's a process.

#sunturineweek2025 #sunturineweekNSFW #sunturine #avenday

archiveofourown.org/works/73826056
Sunday: If I take your virtue, I am in no state to be able to make things right. Aventurine: what? Sunday: If we were to... have s*xual intercourse, I would not be able to rectify the situation by asking for your hand in marriage, as I have nothing to my name and no ability to assemble a dowry. Aventurine: are all halovians like this or just you?
November 7, 2025 at 2:40 PM
cruellae.bsky.social
Simulated Universe: Ship Week
Chamber 3/5

for Sunturine/Avenday Week Day 3: Aftercare

#sunturineweek2025 #avendayweek2025 #sunturine #avenday

archiveofourown.org/works/73730686
Simulated Universe: “Dealer’s choice,” you tell the bartender, with a cocky grin. Whatever Genius Society #55 Yu Qingtu brewed up, you can take it. Simulated Universe: As you down the cocktail, you begin to sweat and a strange tingling fills your body. Simulated Universe: You realize you’ve been given a potent aphrodisiac. But perhaps Sunday has a cure?
November 6, 2025 at 1:06 AM
cruellae.bsky.social
Journey deeper into the Simulated Universe: Sunturine/Avenday Week!

Day 2: Boss!Aven

Relevant tag: Top!Aventurine
Bonus tag: Size difference

#avendayweekNSFW #avendayweek2025 #avenday

archiveofourown.org/works/73676981
Simulated Universe: You encounter a group of bloodthirsty behemoths in an ancient city of an abandoned star system. Simulated Universe: Arriving just in time, you activate your Cornerstone to protect Sunday who happens to be nearby. Simulated Universe: You handily defeat the rampaging beast. But afterwards, you discover that protection isn't the only thing Sunday wants from your larger than life transformation.
November 4, 2025 at 2:04 PM
cruellae.bsky.social
Enter the Simulated Universe: Sunturine/Avenday week edition!

Day 1: Enemies with benefits

Relevant tag: Hate sex
Bonus tag: Simulated Universe shenanigans

#sunturineweekNSFW #sunturineweek2025 #sunturine

archiveofourown.org/works/73621441
Simulated Universe: You hook up with your archenemy in a storage room on Herta Space Station. Simulated Universe: Rendezvous with Sunday are always awkward, and the enmity between you remains fresh, but at least the sex is good. Simulated Universe: Afterwards, you help your friends the Trailblazers with a simple request: a jaunt through the Simulated Universe. Simulated Universe: What could go wrong?
November 3, 2025 at 1:23 PM
cruellae.bsky.social
My life's work
October 31, 2025 at 7:54 PM
cruellae.bsky.social
new chapter of my cyberpunk! AU

relevant tag: sadism/masochism
bonus tag: tenderness

#sunturine / #avenday

archiveofourown.org/works/707186...
"In truth…" Sunday drew in a deep breath, squeezing Aventurine's hands. Aventurine hadn't tried to pull them away, and surely that meant something. "In truth, I've fallen quite hard for you. You are special to me, Aventurine." "I know." Aventurine turned his face away. "But… You're too good. You can't give me what I need." "What do you need? I will do anything I can." "I need to be hurt." Head lowered in shame, Aventurine sighed. "I need someone who's going to hurt me. That was what Frank was good for. You could never be that person."
October 31, 2025 at 1:44 PM
cruellae.bsky.social
cannot wait!!!
October 30, 2025 at 2:21 AM
cruellae.bsky.social
4. do I save cut scenes from fics? yes! some times they even come in handy later.

here's a deleted scene from my crime boss Sunday AU
"It's him." One of the bodyguards from the Bloodhound Family looked Aventurine up and down with derision. "He's the one Oak lost his mind for. Aren't you, pretty boy?" "Don't start." Robin's voice was low, cold. "It's alright." Aventurine leaned against the wall, drawling with an ease he did not feel. "Let him run his mouth. Sunday killed half the Alfalfa Family to protect me. I wonder what he'll do to this punk." "Sunday's going to be executed after what he pulled," said a member of the Iris Family. Broad shouldered, she was hunkered in the corner with a surly expression. "Where will that leave you?" Just then, as though on cue, the doors to the chamber opened. Sunday walked out, nonchalantly adjusting his immaculate white gloves. He looked perfectly put together except for a single thin spatter of red on the right lapel of his coat. Aventurine peered past him into the room with the immense round table where the Family Heads met. The Head of the Bloodhound Family and the Head of the Iris Family were slumped over the table, pools of blood forming beneath their limp heads. Sir Whittaker sat between them, looking shell shocked. "Shall we go home?" Sunday asked, smiling at Aventurine. There was something strange about his expression, a shellac covering for something much darker.
October 28, 2025 at 11:54 PM
cruellae.bsky.social
I am a fic writer and in love with Sunday oak ama
October 28, 2025 at 11:29 PM
cruellae.bsky.social
here is an acheswan for taako!!
#acheswan There is nothing at all remarkable about the party. It is unquestionably identical to a thousand other parties held in a thousand other trashy houses, campus-adjacent and poorly kept. The thudding of a heavy bass drowns out any attempt at a melody, and a zombie slathered in realistic gore mingles with a nurse in a short shift, a black cloaked vampire with jutting false teeth dancing in a corner with a flapper in a shimmery dress. Black Swan, ostensibly dressed as a nun, though of the "sexy" variety, lingers on a couch near the edge of the festivities. Bored, yet too weary to get up and leave this travesty. Everyone else is on their way to drunk or already there, their cheap polyester costumes shining as they move, static cling everywhere. And then she sees her. That damned philosophy grad student, mysterious and elusive and fascinating. Acheron, she calls herself, and a woman who goes by Black Swan hardly has room to judge another's moniker. Tall, slender, and androgynous, Acheron moves with an unfair grace and the careless unselfconsciousness of a beautiful woman who has no idea how beautiful she is. Her long dark hair spills over one shoulder like a cascading river, longer than the little strap around her middle that holds a pair of cheap bat wings to her back. She's also wearing two red sequined horns, so perhaps they're meant to be demon wings. Black Swan scoffs, annoyed. Acheron obviously hit up Spirit of Halloween an hour before the party and grabbed whatever was on the closest rack. How typical of her academic rival. If they were being graded on this party, surely her name would be at the top of the rankings for once. "Hi," Acheron says, plopping down beside her like they're the best of friends. That's all she says, because she likes to keep Black Swan guessing. "Hello yourself," Black Swan says. "Lovely costume. Are you a bat demon?" "Oh, this?" Acheron touches the demon horns with a faint air of surprise, like she forgot she was wearing them. "Just a regular demon, I suppose. And you're… a nun?" "That's right." "I have a confession to make," Acheron says, oddly intent. "Will you hear it?" Black Swan considers telling Acheron that nuns don't actually hear confessions, only priests do. But she's too curious about what Acheron might have to say. "Of course," she says. "I like you," Acheron says, like it's nothing at all, like she's not turning Black Swan's world completely upside down with nothing more than her fingertips, brushing a bit of hair that's escaped the costume's veil. "You're very frank tonight, Miss Acheron," Black Swan says, trying to hide just how thrown off she is by the sudden confession. "You don't know me all that well." "My emotions don't lie," Acheron says. "I trust them more than I trust what I know. But if you're not interested, I will—" "Don't you dare." Black Swan grabs her wrist and tugs her close before she can even think of getting up, walking away. When Acheron kisses her, its as though the wild party, the din of students with their laughter and chatter, the vibrations of the bass, fade away to a distant nothing. And all that matters is Acheron, her lips on hers, her slender body in the circle of Black Swan's arms. "Happy Halloween," Acheron murmurs against her lips.
October 28, 2025 at 2:15 AM
cruellae.bsky.social
Live footage of me ready to eat all those words up
October 28, 2025 at 1:37 AM
cruellae.bsky.social
WIP for day 5!
October 25, 2025 at 1:58 AM
cruellae.bsky.social
new chapter of my crime!boss Sunday AU!

relevant tag: hurt/comfort
bonus tag: spicy snuggles

#sunturine #avenday

archiveofourown.org/works/675003...
They ended up on the couch, Aventurine lying on top of Sunday with his head resting on Sunday's chest, over his heart. "They always say you're heartless," Aventurine said softly. "But I can hear your heartbeat." "Unfortunately, I do still feel things," Sunday said bitterly. "I have not been able to kill the part of me that feels." "I'm glad." What a cruel thing to say, for the person who was currently the reason Sunday wished he could stop this torrent of emotion.
October 19, 2025 at 1:37 PM
cruellae.bsky.social
new chapter of my #sunturine / #avenday idol AU

relevant tag: hurt/comfort
bonus tag: contract negotiations (fuck the IPC all my homies hate the IPC)

archiveofourown.org/works/689580...
He couldn't say those words back. He didn't even know if he felt the same way, if he was capable of something as selfless and beautiful as love. He was a product, a manufactured personality whose soul had withered away long ago. And even before that, when he was just a terrified kid with blood on his hands, locked away for the crime of killing his abuser, he would not have been worthy. But he wanted to give Sunday something. The last shard of his shattered heart, all that remained of the self the IPC remade into the smooth, flawless persona of Aventurine. "My name is Kakavasha," he said, pulling back to look Sunday in the eye. "Please… I want you to call me that."
October 16, 2025 at 1:06 PM