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These Golden Regrets

An HSR longfic

Rated T ~5k words (Chapter 1) Aventurine/Dr. Ratio | Post-Penacony | Character Study | POV Alternating | Ambiguous Identities | What-if AU

Aventurine's sister might not have died on Sigonia after all, and he thinks he might have found her, but he's afraid of being wrong and having his hopes dashed. But at the very least there is another Avgin and he's not about to let her out of his sight now that he's found her.

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“What have we got, Ratio?” the man asked briskly, turning his attention back to the observation window as he folded his arms loosely over his expensive waistcoat.

With a sigh of affected annoyance, Ratio crossed his arms as well and stepped next to him. “Humanoid female, estimated mid-thirties, apprehended by the Astral Peacekeeping Contingent on duty three days ago. Or surrendered herself, the reports aren’t clear for some reason.”

Aventurine raised a brow in subtle surprise, glancing over at him. “And why wouldn’t the reports be clear, do you think?”

The doctor inhaled deeply before replying. “I suspect that someone in the facility, possibly from a desire to impress visiting superiors, has embellished events in order to make it look less like the subject stumbled into their care so as to appear more competent than they are.”

The comments may have been more scathing had there been anyone else in the room with them, but due to the delicate nature of the work ahead of them, they had specifically restricted the personnel to just the security in the corridor outside. More’s the pity, Ratio couldn’t help but be disappointed. He would have liked to see an embarrassed look or two over the remarks.

“You think the capture was intentional?” Aventurine asked after a brief pause.

“That is the running theory,” Ratio confirmed. “It coincides rather succinctly with the rumors of Strategic Investments being assigned to the project. I rather doubt the local authorities became suddenly more competent upon receiving the news, therefore the remaining possibility is that she elected to be here.”

The Stoneheart hummed, one gloved hand brushing thoughtfully at his lip. “Any chance she’s a decoy?”

Ratio shook his head. “The thought occurred to me, but there does not seem to be any logical reason for that to be the case. That aside, her physical appearance, her presence and confidence seem to match what little information we have, as well as, more importantly, her reputation.” He drew in a breath before continuing. “In my personal opinion, I do believe that is her.”

“Alicia Pativalo, the famous mercenary.”

“Famous for having indecipherable motivations, perhaps,” the scholar murmured. “And for having a larger beef with the IPC than even you do, I’d wager. Don’t forget, the reason she’s even here is likely because she wants your head.”

At last, Aventurine turned his full attention to the doctor, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Thisaemian Trade Union maneuver?” he suggested quietly, pointedly ignoring the doctor’s carefully presented logic.

Ratio’s eyes rolled.

“Oh, come on!” The blonde nudged his elbow, a hint of delight bleeding into his tone. “It’s a perfectly viable strategy. And if I may say so, doctor, I think you perfected the technique on our last job.”

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Never Learn (It's Pointless)

A Rota Fortunae oneshot

Rated T ~5k words Aventurine/Dr. Ratio | Experimental Style | Mutual Pining | Emotional Baggage | Hurt/Comfort

In the aftermath of Rota Fortunae, an android has a mild emotional crisis immediately upon reboot.

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His language module was working. Coupled with the personality module, it was what granted him his overall awareness and sense of self, allowed him to think and process manually through the analogue diagnostic check. Though whether it had been booted by the system in response to the failed diagnostic or had been activated some other way, he was unsure.

Regardless, language output was still out of the question, because it required his motor function to actually work. It was an unfortunate side effect of his more human design — if he couldn’t move his mouth, he couldn’t speak.

Not that he’d be able to hear it if he did make any sound, as his audio receptors were also malfunctioning. Basically, his awareness and assessment of his internal systems was pretty much all he had at the moment.

He fought to suppress the flutter of panic that tingled along the circuitry in his chest.

[Core systems access requested]

[Access denied]

Something was trying to breach his core systems firewall. But without the internal power supply, it would have to be doing so manually.

Through the hardware.

Sensory input being offline meant he couldn’t feel if someone were rummaging around in his casing, but deductive reasoning indicated this was the most likely scenario. He tried again — to move, to speak, to access his memory logs, something. But all to no avail.

Wait.

Not all…

Something snapped into place, power flooding through his copper veins in a rush, and at last there was a response.

[Memory storage reconnected]

Oh.

Oh.

Emergency backup RAM finally started filing into storage, and he was suddenly intensely glad his sensory input was offline. Though he had to assume that the majority of his core systems wiring had actually been severed by the gunshot to his head.

A flicker of surprise registered in his emotional cortex, though.

...why was he back online at all?

The well-placed shot would have exploded his power core, ripping through the wiring and essentially halting every system and function that made him — for lack of a better term — alive. Any hope of a system reboot would have required replacing the power core, or connecting to an outside power source of some kind.

Which, being immobilized as he was, would obviously have been entirely out of the realm of possibility for him to accomplish on his own.

So the question then was…

...who had saved him?

[File corruption detected]

He had a singular guess. But he wouldn’t let himself hope. Not just yet.

Hope.

What a ridiculous notion to apply to a piece of unfeeling machinery. Almost as ridiculous as the notion of it being alive. He could almost imagine him saying exactly that, in that clipped baritone of his. Dismissively, gaze not even deigning to grace the subject of his disdain with so much as a glance.

[I should have told him…]

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artist in denial of being depressed: omg this 2 month long art block has been crazy... sorry i haven't updated any of my fics in a long while! it's just been super difficult to daydream! so weird that i've lost a little bit of passion for my current comfort character and ocs... this couldn't possibly have any implications or alternative explanations

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umm whos gonna tell him

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so tiny so smol u can stuff him in pocket!!

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🦚 : “ As long as you’re safe”

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(praying this is the right artist)

I'm sorry, I had to un like your Dr ratio boob post. It just put a bunch of boobs on my feed

proceeds to draw more ratio boobs for ur feed

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link to rest of the series -> here

off to the angst part we goooo

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R.I.P. Camden he struggled for 20 minutes on that Golden Scapegoat puzzle. 😭🙏

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Accessory swap

aka a sketch that got way out of hand o-o;;

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need some shade, handsome?

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so- yeah. ive realised i cant do comics and thats exactly the reason ill try to. practice brings success, right?

i feel so weak without my colors lol ;""

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Jokes Have Basis in Actuality

Chapter One - Rumors Start!

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"Are you guys talking about Professor Ratio's husband?"

Aventurine stilled.

"Oh my aeons, yeah— do you think he'll come around today? I've only ever seen pictures of him on the blog, and their always so blurry..!"

So.. he was married? No, no, it must just be a rumor. The good doctor would have told him, and Aventurine would have stopped flirting. Right? He was to self righteous to not.

"You guys haven't seen him?? Oh your missing out— hes so pretty, I heard he came around today!! Their both so good looking its no wonder they got together!"

So, the mystery husband was here today? That caught Aventurine's intrigue— he hadn't seen anyone on the guest roster other then him.

"Oh my gods, for real?? What's he like?"

"Hes got super pretty blonde hair-"

Aventurine absentmindedly went to the little shock of hair that pushed itself over his shoulder.

"-and hes always wearing this super expensive jewelry. I wonder who he is— or what he does, or if Professor Ratio gets paid enough for those kind of stones— oh, and I've heard his eyes are super dazzling upclose, colored like the break of dawn! I haven't seen them myself, I've only ever seen his back when he was going into Professor's classroom. I got out as quickly as I could— didn't want to get caught."

Slowly, Aventurine's hand drifted up to his earring, before gracing under his eye. Wait a second…

"Oh my, he sounds so pretty.. oh my god, wait, I saw a blond person earlier, they were coming down the hallway- do you think that was him?!"

On a whim, the Stoneheart decided to step out of his hiding spot, coming around the statue to walk by the group. They all immediately shut up, watching him walk by— for an added bonus, he decided to look at them and softly wave before continuing down the hall to where Ratio's classroom was.

"Oh- oh my god, that was him, wasn't?!"

"Yeah, yeah that had to be him— The blond hair, the eyes-!! Thats him, thats Professor Ratio's husband!!"

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A 🦚 sketch~

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ah yeah emotional sketches again

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a little something

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