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hello, Sam! I hope this ask finds you in good health hehe

I'd like to submit my request for your event. I hope it's formatted correctly. If it's too much or anything, feel free to ignore some of the details.

Dr. Ratio + harmony & abundance + knights of beauty + x reader fic + ratio becomes overworked and ends up spilling something + reader helps him + a little bit of outsider's POV about their relationship

Thank you! I love all your works. Keep up the good work and I hope your week is splendid 😚💕

An Overworked Academic

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Tagged People: @axolotsofluv.

(Disclaimer: This story contains depictions of stress, being overworked, gender neutral reader, possible lore inaccuracies, mentions of verbal insults, judgmental attitudes, and hardship throughout.)

It’s uncommon for Dr. Ratio of the IPC’s Intelligentsia Guild to get overworked, but it sometimes happens on rare occasions. Today’s one of those times, and it catches you off guard. He’s been conducting an annual peer review for the entire department over the last few days, with the extreme pressure, workload, and expectations mixed with his passion for thoroughness and academic integrity, it’s taking a bigger toll on him than usual. Between scanning through each individual thesis and project, along with drinking his favorite comfort tea the whole time, he’s had barely any time for anything else, particularly you. You didn’t mind though, as he’s a busy man and he shows his love to you in your relationship through subtle means, such as helping you with your own work or explaining what topic interests him at the moment. You never expected him to be the romantic type when you first met him, but you welcome it, appreciating his wish to spread knowledge to others.

Things take a turn when you go to visit him in his office in the Intelligentsia Guild department building’s main space and he suddenly spills his tea when he accidentally knocks it over with his massive arms while turning to face you. Typically, he’s so careful and plans ahead every action he makes, so mistakes like these almost never happen. Seeing it shows just how stressed he’s become. He sighs in annoyance at what just happened and you expect one of his trademark verbal insults to come out of his mouth, but it never does; he’s always been good at controlling himself with that, which you admire.

“What is it? Can’t you see I’m busy? A genius must remain diligent.”, he says to you while covering his eyes in exhaustion. Despite the harshness of the statement, you could tell he didn’t mean it to be rude towards you, many misunderstand him. You give him a longing gaze and respond with: “I apologize. I just wanted to say that… You’re overworking yourself and you should take a break soon. Being too fatigued can affect a study’s performance, after all… Let me help you clean this up as well.”

At your bold suggestion, Dr. Ratio widens his eyes in interest and is lost in deep thought for a moment. “I suppose you are correct… Even someone with as much intelligence as myself can make mistakes.”, he concedes with a reflective tone, “In the pursuit of ultimate knowledge, it seems I’ve forgotten how to pace myself when I otherwise would… Gratitude is necessary. You have the traces of a genius within you. You make an exquisite scholar and companion, my partner…” This roundabout way of accepting thanks and your help in your relationship makes you feel warm inside, being glad he isn’t like the stuck up Genius Society members who are arrogant and look down on everyone. As you walk over to the desk to clean up the spilled tea, you look over at him, smile, and answer, “Why, thanks! You’re smart and well-known for a reason. Your humility and openness are your virtues. Once I clean this up and you take a break, let’s discuss your favorite new theorems together at home, like always!”, with a very sincere voice. He grunts in acknowledgment while you get to work. To most, that might seem rude, but you know it’s more than that to him. He’s a tricky man to learn about, but he’s more genuine than most who claim to be smart once you get past all that brashness, and it means the world to you that he feels the same.

As you start to wipe up the brown liquid and reorganize his papers while he still pours over the details of the one he’s currently reading, you can feel multiple pairs of eyes on you. Other colleagues are already judging you and him unfairly. His blunt intolerance of idiocy causes most to view him as bossy and cruel. Many don’t even know the two of you are a couple, seeing you as a servant of his conceited nature. Some don’t even believe he’s capable of love, all because he acts differently than everyone else. Right now, they are probably thinking how much of a suck up you are to him and how you must be miserable to have someone so brash control your every move. Of course, you don’t feel that way at all. What may look like a simple act to clean up someone else’s mistake is a huge moment of him trusting you again, a milestone of your progress of getting to know him better. Even if others don’t want to see that, you don't care, he relies on you and that’s enough for the two of you. A few idiots won’t tear you apart, he’s said before. After all, it takes a true genius to get along with another good genius!

[Writer’s Commentary: Hi, Lexi! This ask did indeed find me in good health, thanks! Don’t worry, your request was formatted correctly and wasn’t too much at all. I actually found its simplicity refreshing, which is why this was short. I thought it didn’t need much else other than what it described. Don’t get me wrong, I actually liked writing this and thought it turned out good. Dr. Ratio was a fun challenge to write for, especially in a relationship like this. Him forgetting his break cycles and becoming overworked is interesting and a good way for Reader to help him out in subtle ways that he likes. Him admitting his flaws and being open are things that make his character so interesting and great, and I wanted to show that here. The final paragraph where others negatively judge their relationship is meant to show how shallow idiots are and that negative stereotypes exist about more logical people when it comes to love, which feels very fitting for Dr. Ratio. And both of them not caring is a good way to end it and reaffirm everything good about them. That’s all there is to say. You’re very welcome and I’m glad you like my work. My week is going well, thanks for asking! I know how much you like Dr. Ratio, so I hope you enjoy this! Thanks again, Lexi!]

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Happy birthday Sanada    

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A Kakavasha-centric redesign of Aventurine

Some details about the design are below the cut!!

First of all, THE BIGGEST THANKS TO @alkiyon FOR THE SUGGESTION 🩷🩷🩷

I also wanted to pull away from a lot of the gambling motifs and lean further into what he might look like if he had the chance to embrace his heritage a bit more. You see this in the embroidery and on the sole of his shoes with the eyes (a reference to the prayer ' may the mother Goddess close her eyes thrice for you')

...anyway, I really wanted to lean into Roma clothing for this piece but I know almost nothing about their garments. During the initial research I found that it is rather hard to find decent references for male Romani clothing no less the nuance of different groups of Romani cultures. This is where The Opre Roma Project was a huge help. They have some incredible sources of information and served as a very large part of my inspiration and, really, was the road map for where I went. I only hope that some of that inspiration came through well enough.

Sorry for the long ramblings but this was such a fun little rabbit hole to go down and put together that I wanted to share what that process looked like.

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TJANK YOU FOR THE TAG CHOKI MY EYES HAVE BEEN CLEANSER

HUGGING YOU SO HARD RN THIS IS A MASTERPIECE OP I HOPE YOUR BED AND PILLOWS ARE ALWAYS COLD

Based on "The Demon Seated" by Mikhail Vrubel Original painting below:

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hsr 3.5 feels like this

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You're in tears when Diluc returns to the winery, sitting on the floor of your shared bedroom, eyes red and voice hoarse from crying. Everything is in a disarray, something Diluc had noticed even downstairs where Adelinde seemed more busy than usual, hardly sparing him a greeting. You've lost his mother's bracelet, the old lock coming undone without you noticing, and have been searching frantically since morning.

He can hardly keep himself from slumping to his knees beside you, so relieved that nothing had happened to you. His arms swiftly wrap around you and he presses countless kisses to your hair. It doesn't matter, you shouldn't beat yourself up over it. Better that it was worn and loved and lost than to have it collect dust somewhere.

Kisses your palm and rubs your hand, trying to keep himself from sounding shaken (he hates seeing you in such distress) attempting to lighten the mood by saying how it was a little outdated for your style anyway.

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When you evacuate from the Grove, you plead with Anaxa to be careful (you wouldn't beg him to come with you, after all, you know his ambitions). So when you receive the news that he made it to Okhema but perished there, you're heartbroken despite knowing he proved his hypothesis.

When Phainon and Cas show up on your doorstep, holding a box and a note from their Professor, you're not sure what to say. Anaxagoras' last wonder of alchemy. Nothing compared to fusing with a god. A small dromas-looking creature stares up at you, crimson eyes and scales the colour of your late lover's hair. He couldn't bear to leave you by yourself.

'Take care of this little one for me'.

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A warm up

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To be loved

Is to be changed

Doubt and Uneasiness

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happy new dan heng day

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the difference between how Ratio talks to himself vs one of his students is really fascinating

Himself:

It’s casual, simple, digestible. He uses plenty of contractions like can’t, didn’t etc.

Verses how he talks the moment the Trailblazer is on screen…

“Enconced.” Comeon man there are like 50 other more accessible words you could use there. This is excessive.

He’s testing the Trailblazer in all of these and you can really tell. He’s imitating how someone in a debate would talk or how he in the context of one would and man it’s annoying in the best way possible.

It’s almost to the point of ridiculousness.

This is just mean. What the hell is a neophyte. Yes Professor I get it I’m not ready for this. Thanks.

And then he speaks more simply when he gets to the point! “Yeah this is annoying and difficult, isn’t it?”

Then there’s like a middle ground when he’s being interviewed (and he’s admittedly not really into it). Tangent of all tangents but he says outright here that he doesn’t hope for Nous’s gaze anymore… wish people noticed that.

He at least throws an isn’t in there, but I wouldn’t count that as less formal than can’t + didn’t are considering is not doesn’t flow as well as isn’t would in that line. He’s trying to explain his point of view here but he’s not really testing the interviewer, hence the middle ground.

Idk really where I’m going with this, but the point is that Ratio’s use of language is DELIBERATE. He’s not some fancy nobleman raised to talk like that- he talks like that to teach and understands how frustrating that can be for people, which is why he employs it when testing the Trailblazer to see what knowledge is suitable for them.

Like it’s incredibly funny to see him switch from thinking of things informally to himself to when he’s formally challenging the Trailblazer on it.

You can HEAR him lock in it’s great.

That’s why I despise when people write or characterize him as talking like a textbook 24/7- he doesn’t! This is on purpose! And he knows slang too! He says K/1 in that group chat, says someone else is “spitting facts” in another- he knows how to talk to people normally! He just chooses not to because that’s how he A) teaches and B) keeps the annoying people away from him.

I think he’s a great representation of how someone who actually understands how language works looks like because he’ll change how he uses it depending on what value it will bring him and whoever he might be teaching in the moment. He’s not an insensitive brick wall- he’s the exact opposite of it and him talking like one on occasion is only proof of that.

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The execution of Lady Furina de Fontaine

(I got some motivation and made it look more finished <3)

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Встреча спустя тысячу лет

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"Hey missy, took you long enough." Between giggles, you press your lips to Chigiri's still damp cheek, the taste of sweat making you frown.

An arm wraps around your waist, pressing you close for a moment.

"You're the one who insisted on watching the match."

You scoff, feigning annoyance as you lean close enough to hear his heart, still pumped full of adrenaline. It had been close, locked in a tie until your lover had scored in overtime.

"Don't act like you don't love showing off. But if you take so long in the locker room next time, don't think I won't march in there and drag your ass out." You shove a finger at his chest, trying to remain firm in the face of his stare.

He hates having you around the other guys. Hates seeing them flirt with you. Has openly told you so.

Before you can react, a warm hand grips the nape of your neck tightly, keeping you in place as Chigiri brings his lips to your ear. "Behave."

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Helloo may I request Aventurine X Shy reader? (They only shy around Aventurine)

Aventurine and reader have been together for almost a year. Aventurine loves teasing reader, He likes the way they get flustered. Aventurine always thought that he knows them well but who could know that they have other side.

Without Aventurine around reader is completely different, especially defending their beloved. they can be scary, really scary as if they could snap you into pieces. This shocked him, he didn't expect to see reader like this, he admitted that he's a bit scared and he is probably not wanting to get reader in a sour spot. Did you see how reader make a grown man cry?

Reader is a bit embarrassed about it, especially when Aventurine saw their other side of them but of course Aventurine had to make sure to tell them sure that he love every part of them.

Don’t Be Fooled by the Blush

Summary: You’ve always been shy—at least around Aventurine. The enigmatic IPC executive has a habit of flustering you with every sly smile and flirtatious tease. Nearly a year into your relationship, he thinks he knows you inside and out. But when someone dares to insult him in your presence, a whole new side of you emerges—sharp, intimidating, and fiercely protective. Aventurine expected many things in life... being scared (and turned on) by you wasn’t one of them. Now he’s more intrigued than ever, and completely smitten with every layer of the person he thought he had figured out.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Shy!Reader, Protective!Reader, Hidden Strength, Flustered Reactions, Teasing & Flirting, Emotional Vulnerability, Established Relationship, Angst with Comfort, Soft Angst, Found Family Vibes, Minor Hurt/Comfort, Protective!Aventurine (Eventually), Scary!Reader Moment, Fluff with a Dash of Edge.

Warnings: Light verbal conflict, Intimidation (non-violent but intense), References to past trauma, Mild language, Emotional vulnerability, One grown man crying, Slight psychological manipulation, Reader being low-key terrifying for like... 10 seconds.

You’d only meant to pick up some reports.

That was all it was supposed to be. A simple task while Aventurine attended yet another high-stakes meeting with the upper echelon of Pier Point's Investment Syndicate. You weren't even supposed to be seen. But then someone said something—something about him, and you’d snapped.

Now, standing in the middle of the opulent hallway, with a grown executive shaking and stammering apologies while practically in tears, you barely noticed the sound of footsteps until it was too late.

“Now that’s not something you see every day.”

Your stomach dropped.

You turned, eyes wide, face going redder by the second.

Aventurine stood there in the doorway, hat tilted, a familiar smirk tugging at his lips, but his eyes were wide with unfiltered curiosity. Maybe even... awe?

“Sunshine,” he drawled, slowly stepping closer, glancing past you toward the blubbering executive. “I leave for fifteen minutes, and you turn the place into a courtroom drama. Should I be flattered or terrified?”

“I—uh—it’s not what it looked like—” You began stumbling over your words, shoulders practically shrinking.

But Aventurine wasn’t laughing. Not yet.

Instead, he circled around you slowly, like a lion eyeing something far more interesting than prey.

“You glared at him, and I swear I saw his soul leave his body,” he murmured, voice dripping with amusement. “You didn’t even raise your voice. Just stared him down like he owed you seven lifetimes.”

You winced. “He said you were nothing but a fraud in a pretty suit.”

A pause.

Aventurine blinked, then let out a low whistle. “So that’s what did it. You were defending me, darling?”

Your head dipped, face now fully hidden in your palms. “I-I didn’t mean to go that far...”

“Oh no, no, no,” he said, gliding in to gently pull your hands away from your face. “Don’t start blushing now—I live for your blushes, but this?” He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “This is brand-new. You, threatening a full-grown man into submission without lifting a finger? It’s... frankly, exhilarating.”

Your eyes widened. “You’re not mad?”

Aventurine leaned in, lowering his voice to a near whisper. “I’m a little scared, sweetheart. But gods above, do I love it.”

You choked on your own breath, burying your face in his chest out of sheer embarrassment.

He laughed then, arms wrapping around you with ease, that usual cocky warmth bleeding into something softer, more grounded. “For the record, you had him on the verge of tears before I even walked in. I’ve made CEOs cry with five-year economic forecasts, and I’ve never gotten that reaction.”

“I’m sorry I scared you,” you mumbled against his shirt.

“You didn’t scare me, love,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You scared him. I’ve seen men pull guns on me without batting an eye. But you? You give him one look and he aged ten years.”

He pulled back enough to meet your eyes again, his grin a little gentler now.

“I always thought I had you all figured out, [Name]. Shy, soft, sweet... and completely at my mercy.”

You puffed your cheeks at him, and he snorted.

“But I was wrong. There’s a whole other side of you. One that could probably have me begging for mercy if I stepped too far.”

You looked away, embarrassed again. “I don’t like people insulting the ones I love.”

Aventurine went quiet for a beat.

His hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing just beneath your eye. “Then I’m the luckiest man alive.”

You blinked at him.

He leaned in, so close his lips barely brushed yours. “Because I get to say I’m loved by you. Every part of you—shy and scary.”

You laughed nervously, trying to pull away, but he caught your chin with two fingers, his expression unusually earnest.

“Don’t hide that side from me. Ever,” he whispered. “You think you shocked me? Maybe. But you also reminded me I’m not the only one playing a game of masks.”

“And if you ever feel like snapping someone into pieces again,” he added with a sly smile, “just let me know in advance. I’ll bring popcorn.”

You groaned and shoved his chest lightly, earning a rich laugh.

He caught your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“I adore you, sunshine. Every fiery, terrifying inch.”

Later that night, Aventurine was overheard warning a junior executive in the elevator:

“If you ever so much as look at [Name] the wrong way, just know this—I won’t have to lift a finger. My darling will eviscerate you with a smile. And between us?” He grinned as the elevator doors slid shut. “I can’t say I blame them.”

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𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 Thinking about Girl Dad!Mydei being soft with his daughter while holding you gently in his armsㅡ unlike what anyone would expect of him as a warrior. He'd whisper the sweetest things in your delicate ears while holding your daughter like the most fragile piece of glass in the world.

When he comes home after a long and dreadful battleㅡ expression darker than the gloomiest abyss and hands soaked with the blood of his regret, his only salvation is your tiny daughter, whose laugh seems to submerge his exhausted being in redemption and bliss.

His entire being is already drenched in sin and coveted for war, and he has taken more lives than the days he has lived. Maybe there can't be any salvation. Maybe his damnation is already foretold in the stars and heavens above, but he'll endure his punishment. He'll commit a thousand crimes and sacrifice the world and beyond. If it means preserving the innocent smile of his daughterㅡ the sanctuary which he can always return to in time of need, he'll tread the lonely road of a warriorㅡ walking upon thorns of knives and grasping needles of spears.

All for the love of his beautiful child.

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