NEW FIC "caloris planitia" #ficbyzazo
made for the Liu, for the #SunturineWhiteNight / #AvendayWhiteNight exchange! Please mind the tags! PLEASE MIND THE TAGS <3
thank you @sunturinehub.bsky.social for hosting a most wonderful exchange! I don't think my gift recipient a bsky alas.
archiveofourown.org/works/80559941 new angel dice fic for the "spring into love" challenge :) #ficbyzazo
archiveofourown.org/works/768265... new ongoing #sunturine fic in the literal last hours of 2025. Happy new year #ficbyzazo
new chapter of blueprints, my experimental playground/hsr/patho crossover fic. Now featuring: ruby text, and spoilers for 3.8
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Woke up from a dead sleep to write a new chapter of "this house made up of its blueprints". Thank You For Your Time
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True paradise for billions was worth anything. The Dreammaster was just one lowly, twisted soul whose plans, whose designs, desires, happened to enable Sunday's loftiest ideals. If karma existed, they each had their own. Sunday would cleave to the path that mattered, and rebuke all murk that might obscure it. And in time… Whether he was born to bear the Order back into the universe or not— Whether he was born to rise up from the muck of many indignities to stand apart from the world, or not— Whether he was born to vanquish evil, eradicate cruelty, and mend together even the devoured pieces of a succeeded Aeon— These foretold destinies whispered sweetly by the zealot who dreamed him his heritor were not at all what Sunday found his sense of purpose in. Ena THEMSELF had orchestrated destiny. THEIR wont had not been to fulfill, but to decide. Sunday, anointed year upon year in the attentions of THEIR remnant, secretive followers, paradoxically found himself feeling all the more alike to THEM the more he harbored in himself a blasphemy: that the needs of humanity must prevail over the cares of divinity. Paradise would never come for humans, if it was allowed only to be formed by the whims of these extant divines. He accepted of the conspiracy's doctrine this portion: that Xipe could not, would not deliver anyone, as the Harmony was too content to lay comfortable in suffering, wallowing as a pig, so long as there were plenty more animals there of a like mind. Therefore, no matter the cost, the only option truly was to embody Ena. To utilize the whole of himself to guide THEIR hand to cradle humanity with love, gentleness, and indulgence in THEIR palm. Because, If not him, who? Every path to Ena that he would not be carving himself was too distasteful to consider.
#ficbyzazo excerpt from another one from fucking january! im right! im right about everything forever!
okay! happy patch day! to celebrate, chapter 3 of "if organic isn't available, DIY is fine too" is done!
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hello friends i have posted a #screwtio fic. key tag: "potentially poisonous volumes of sapiosexual nonsense" #ficbyzazo
new fic. a character study that i found unfinished in my files and decided to finish and push out the door. #ficbyzazo
fuck i typoed my fic tag. #ficbyzazo
ITS MIDNIGHT YALL
HAPPY DAY 1 SUNTURINE WEEKKK #sunturineweek2025
heres my day 1 offering, for the prompt of "penacony/firsts/angst" #ficbyzazo
"Do you have any final requests?" he airily asks the man. Aventurine stares at him — as best he can, those familiar-unfamiliar eyes occasionally flicking away, forced to briefly acknowledge hallucinatory flashes. "Yeah," he says. "I wish I could see my husband one last time." Sunday, who had not thought it possible for him to experience any greater states of agitation than he had already achieved several separate times this week, sees red as his vision briefly winnows down to Aventurine and Aventurine alone. "You're the head of a whole Family. I bet you could make that happen. Get him the day off work, or something. I'll describe him to you, in case all your digging on my background didn't turn anything up. He's a Halovian. Part of your Oak Family, even. About your age. Now, a lot of people make the mistake that his halo's this, burnished gold color? But actually, when you look real close, it's too red, 'cuz it's really bronze. He's about, yay high? And his voice! Oh, when he gets mad. Spits out all his words like he's thinking about tearing your throat out with his bare teeth, but he never would. Too prissy for that, you could call it, but—" "I don't have time for this. I don't have time for you. My sister — the only person I truly had left! — has been murdered. And there's only so much time left for me to find and eradicate the scum who dared to take her from me!" "So much for friends and Family, huh… and he can't even spare the ol' ball and chain a minute, when he's just found out he's only got seventeen hours left to live. Sunday, sweetheart, you've been trying to crack that chestnut since we first met. What makes you think your big break is gonna be today? Any new leads? No, right?" "Dus— Aventurine—" "You're acting more like… you're the one with seventeen hours left to live." Sunday breathes harshly through his mouth. Stares at the too clever, newly contemplative face of his husband. No, no, no.
i can't seem to work on any of the other things i need to do so here's some delicious late game la forza drama ive been doing an edit pass on to hype myself back up #ficbyzazo
and here we have chaaaaapter twwoooo!!! #ficbyzazo
#ficbyzazo always fucking forget to use this
#ficbyzazo its been so long I forgot the tag
fuck I forgot the tag. #ficbyzazo #hsrfanfic click above for AGLAEA FEELS PULLING/SPECULATION
Sunday shakes his head against a creeping sense of déjà vu. His hair settles about his neck in the exact way that's least comfortable. "Tell me. Why did you gamble with what was, in essence, an active marriage contract?" Alvaro does not carry his stage presence with him, put under direct scrutiny by a superior. His affected cheer vanishes like dew in the sun. "Oh, that's…! I didn't mean to lose it! I was going to turn my windfall into a nest egg. I didn't know it would be your name that came out, honest, I thought…" Alvaro's mouth flutters between anxious smile and slack despair. "I thought it was a sure thing. That Dreamchaser didn't even play like he knew what he was doing. Wouldn't you want, you know, you're about to go get married to somebody, wouldn't you want to have a little extra cash to treat them with?" "So you recognized he was a Dreamchaser," Sunday crisply notes. "Oh, uh.. yeah. Definitely, right off the bat. Trash suit, practically still had all the creases in it out of the box. Starry-eyed at everything in sight, including Nora's terrible card tricks." "Nora," Sunday echoes, moves a couple papers around to double check, then adds, "Your coworker." "Mhm." "She arranged the game?" "Well, we all usually go out together after practice… After all, 'only consistent practice'—" "'Can ensure optimum performance,' yes. You are not the only one in this room well familiar with the teachings of Maeven Ellis, I assure you."
happy half price chocolate day! it's time for MORE LA FORZA!!!
🎭 la forza del destinos, ch9
🚂 #HSRaventurine #HSRsunday #avenday #sunturine
🎭 ongoing, 10k+ words. an arranged marriage, slash mystery~
📎 archiveofourown.org/works/613307...
comments & speculation always appreciated <3 #ficbyzazo
archive is so it's time for NEW LA FORZA #ficbyzazo #hsrfic #angeldice
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archiveofourown.org/works/62757913 more aven microfic btw. It's just him no ships #ficbyzazo
...I'm not redoing all that...I forgot my fic tag and made a glaring typo... f... #ficbyzazo
chapter 4 - "then afterward all his feelings seeped back." "He had to neutralize himself; they both did, him more so than Hank. They became neutral; they spoke in a neutral fashion; they looked neutral. Gradually it became easy to do so, without prearrangement. And then afterward all his feelings seeped back. Indignation at many of the events he had seen, even horror, in retrospect: shock." The card sitting on the bar countertop is laying face up, and does not depict Sunday being gifted chains, nor does it show him rising from a salacious mass of groping thorns. Which is... comforting. He still looks, in essence, lost. Stars shine above his head in the heavens. Pillars... a doorway? — wait at his back. And finally the scrollwork below declares a name. That name's owner gently swipes his thumb across it, blurring it, overwriting it, so that now and hereafter it will say 'Sunday.' What it read before, he will not gift even the Garden to keep. This quiet moment in time does not last long. "Sunday!" calls a voice from beyond his shoulder.
the beginning. would you believe I couldn't start this chapter until I found the right book excerpt to hinge the tone on . writing is so wild #ficbyzazo #sundayHSR
🎭 la forza del destinos, chapter 7
🚂 #HSR #aventurineHSR #sundayHSR #avenday / #sunturine
🎭 ongoing, 6.6k+ words thus far. an angel dice arranged marriage story, starting slightly on the left of the timeline to canon.
📎 archiveofourown.org/works/613307...
speculation appreciated <3 #ficbyzazo
"Lost Gold, to be precise," and then Aventurine pulls a gleaming hunk of raw Fragmentum crystal out of an inner pocket of his jacket. (Something against the public health advice of nine out of ten accredited physicians, by the way, but Aventurine is here for an exciting time, not a long time, thanks much.) He was planning on using this piece for a bet, if he got the chance. As he places it down on the table right beside the fancy floral centerpiece, where there's just enough room between their abandoned dishes and drinks... he thinks, hahah, That wish sure came true! Sunday doesn't so much as touch it, but he does lean closer, studying the rock. Less like it's something new and interesting, more like he knows what the real deal is supposed to look like, and he's looking for signs of fraud. That's... interesting. And no small amount of alarming, because if the Oak Family head has been a secret rockhound all along, he is going to have to make some major adjustments to certain, other, plans. "It's real," Sunday murmurs. Aventurine can't seem to take his eyes off his lips. They're left ever-so-open. For a second, Sunday stops projecting the top dog boss bitch mode he'd sunk into the longer they spoke, and instead seems swept up in some kind of... lightly dazed despair.
🎭 la forza del destinos, chapter 6
🚂 #HSR #HSRaventurine #HSRsunday #avenday / #sunturine
🎭 ongoing, 5k+ words thus far. an angel dice arranged marriage story, set slightly on the left of the timeline to canon.
📎 archiveofourown.org/works/613307...
comments & speculation appreciated <3 #ficbyzazo
archiveofourown.org/works/613307...
chapter 2 of "la forza del destinos" (angel dice arranged marriage) is here! aventurine pov. short, but it comes with an art! I went ahead and just powered through the problem scene that was holding me up, lest I stall forever... #ficbyzazo
archiveofourown.org/works/624207... chapter 2 of thought suppression paradox is up! I solemnly swear I will never update again this quickly in my life. #ficbyzazo #hsr #sundayoak
In the waking hours his lamentable imagination is still active, but less blatant and vicious in its pursuit of his attention. There are patterns he has discerned to its action, and they are mainly reactive. As long as he maintains a careful distance from Mr. Yang, there will be no inspiration to draw from a stray brushing by, a gaze caught and shared, or— "Sunday… a word?" (oh, no. ) He smiles through a pang of dread. does he know? He can't know. Welt Yang, to his knowledge, doesn't possess that sort of power. someone who does, could have told him. the memokeeper, floating through the corners of the eyes. A punishment, perhaps, for his transgressions against the man— i'd deserve it. dirtying his likeness for my own desires in such a way—
NEW FIC UP, part 1 of 2 chapters #ficbyzazo
heed the warnings! sunday pov, one sided Sunday/Welt. part 2 will be up later this week at the latest.
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excerpt:
