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Hiya, hope it’s alright if I make another Dr. Ratio request(〃ω〃)

I humbly ask for a masked fool reader confessing their love to Ratio. Many thanks (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))♡

(Also I feel like I’m already hogging your inbox to myself after making another request- Just ignore this or tell me shut up if I’m asking too much. (￣^￣)ゞ)

- cherry on top anon

ʚɞ All this time I'm thinking we could never be a pair ʚɞ

Pairings: Dr. Veritas Ratio x Reader

Summary: After the Charmony Festival, Veritas has noticed the way you linger in the shadows around him. You attempt to prank him through gestures that'd be seen as romantic by others by infuriating to him. You think your plan is flawless, until you're caught by the genius who deducts your love for him without even giving you a chance to speak!

Tags: Fluff, confession, Masked Fool!Reader

A/N: TYSM FOR THE REQ!! HIII CHERRY ON TOP NONNIE ‼️ dw u r not hogging anything, our love for this loser matches and i love writing for him, don't hesitate to send in more reqs 😈 tho im kinda scared bc im sick as i write this, anyways, hope you enjoy!

After the Charmony Festival in Penacony, Veritas began noticing something peculiar. A shadow at the edge of his vision, the faint sense of being watched.

On nights after particularly infuriating meetings with the Intelligentsia Guild, he would return to his office only to find it altered—decorated with flowers that filled the air with a soothing fragrance. Sometimes, a cup of tea or coffee sat waiting on his desk, steaming gently.

At first, Veritas assumed it was a ploy. Every drink was tested, every bouquet examined for hidden toxins. But no poison revealed itself, no malicious trap sprang forth. Instead, there was simply… care. Subtle, infuriating care.

He suspected Sparkle at first—her kind of joke, perhaps—but quickly dismissed it. She thrived on spectacle, not small, steady gestures. Then his thoughts drifted to the other Masked Fool he had crossed paths with during Penacony. You.

The realization irritated him. The flowers were not his taste, nor the tea, but they always arrived at the exact moment he needed them most. It was never what he wanted, but what he needed. It made his skin prickle with frustration… because to anyone else, these gestures would look romantic. Were you mocking him? Or was it something else entirely?

To you, it was both—the greatest prank and your most dangerous secret. Watching his carefully composed mask falter with confusion, annoyance, and (though he’d never admit it) the smallest flicker of appreciation—it was intoxicating. You couldn’t resist slipping by him in disguise, silently admiring his expressions.

This time, however, you weren’t fast enough.

“If you think you can fool a genius like me,” Veritas' voice cut sharply through the corridor, “you’re sorely mistaken.”

Your steps halted. Slowly, you turned, your disguise unraveling into your true self. You forced a laugh, masking your nerves. “Oh? I’ve been caught? You’re very observant, Doctor.”

His gaze was flat, unimpressed. “Let’s cut the pretense. Were you the one behind those mindless gestures?”

“Mindless?” You gasped, feigning offense. “That’s up for you to figure out, Doctor.” A wink slipped from you, though your heart was racing.

“I already have the solution.” Ratio closed the distance between you with a deliberate calm, eyes gleaming with smug certainty. “Tell me—do those gestures truly convey your emotions?”

Your bravado faltered. “Pranks… are supposed to convey emotion, aren’t they?”

“Then tell me—” He leaned closer, so close you could feel his breath fan against your skin. “Were your gestures meant to be this romantic?”

Your words caught in your throat. “Oh, well—I—”

For once, the smooth-tongued Masked Fool stuttered. Your facade cracked, revealing the nervous fluster you tried desperately to hide.

Ratio’s lips curved into a rare, infuriating smirk. “There is something you want to tell me. I’ve already calculated as much.”

Before you could sputter out a denial, he tapped the top of your head lightly with his ever-present notebook. “The conclusion is affirmative. I accept your confession.”

You stared at him, stunned. “I didn’t even say anything—”

“And yet,” he interrupted smoothly, that self-satisfied smile tugging at his lips, “I still unraveled you. Consider it another proof of my intelligence.”

Your face burned with embarrassment, words stolen from you. Damn this man. Damn his arrogance. And damn the way your heart leapt at his smug acceptance.

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r/ramshacklelivingspace

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Okay, so:

Latin has this word, sic. Or, if we want to be more diacritically accurate, sīc. That shows that the i is long, so it’s pronounced like “seek” and not like “sick.”

You might recognize this word from Latin sayings like “sic semper tyrannis” or “sic transit gloria mundi.” You might recognize it as what you put in parentheses when you want to be pass-agg about someone’s mistakes when you’re quoting them: “Then he texted me, ‘I want to touch you’re (sic) butt.’”

It means, “thus,” which sounds pretty hoity-toity in this modren era, so maybe think of it as meaning “in this way,” or “just like that.” As in, “just like that, to all tyrants, forever,” an allegedly cool thing to say after shooting a President and leaping off a balcony and shattering your leg. “Everyone should do it this way.”

Anyway, Classical Latin somewhat lacked an affirmative particle, though you might see the word ita, a synonym of sic, used in that way. By Medieval Times, however, sic was holding down this role. Which is to say, it came to mean yes.

Ego: Num edisti totam pitam?

Tu, pudendus: Sic.

Me: Did you eat all the pizza?

You, shameful: That’s the way it is./Yes.

This was pretty well established by the time Latin evolved into its various bastard children, the Romance languages, and you can see this by the words for yes in these languages.

In Spanish, Italian, Asturian, Catalan, Corsican, Galician, Friulian, and others, you say si for yes. In Portugese, you say sim. In French, you say si to mean yes when you’re contradicting a negative assertion (”You don’t like donkey sausage like all of us, the inhabitants of France, eat all the time?” “Yes, I do!”). In Romanian, you say da, but that’s because they’re on some Slavic shit. P.S. there are possibly more Romance languages than you’re aware of.

But:

There was still influence in some areas by the conquered Gaulish tribes on the language of their conquerors. We don’t really have anything of Gaulish language left, but we can reverse engineer some things from their descendants. You see, the Celts that we think of now as the people of the British Isles were Gaulish, originally (in the sense that anyone’s originally from anywhere, I guess) from central and western Europe. So we can look at, for example, Old Irish, where they said tó to mean yes, or Welsh, where they say do to mean yes or indeed, and we can see that they derive from the Proto-Indo-European (the big mother language at whose teat very many languages both modern and ancient did suckle) word *tod, meaning “this” or “that.” (The asterisk indicates that this is a reconstructed word and we don’t know exactly what it would have been but we have a pretty damn good idea.)

So if you were fucking Ambiorix or whoever and Quintus Titurius Sabinus was like, “Yo, did you eat all the pizza?” you would do that Drake smile and point thing under your big beefy Gaulish mustache and say, “This.” Then you would have him surrounded and killed.

Apparently Latin(ish) speakers in the area thought this was a very dope way of expressing themselves. “Why should I say ‘in that way’ like those idiots in Italy and Spain when I could say ‘this’ like all these cool mustache boys in Gaul?” So they started copying the expression, but in their own language. (That’s called a calque, by the way. When you borrow an expression from another language but translate it into your own. If you care about that kind of shit.)

The Latin word for “this” is “hoc,” so a bunch of people started saying “hoc” to mean yes. In the southern parts of what was once Gaul, “hoc” makes the relatively minor adjustment to òc, while in the more northerly areas they think, “Hmm, just saying ‘this’ isn’t cool enough. What if we said ‘this that’ to mean ‘yes.’” (This is not exactly what happened but it is basically what happened, please just fucking roll with it, this shit is long enough already.)

So they combined hoc with ille, which means “that” (but also comes to just mean “he”: compare Spanish el, Italian il, French le, and so on) to make o-il, which becomes oïl. This difference between the north and south (i.e. saying oc or oil) comes to be so emblematic of the differences between the two languages/dialects that the languages from the north are called langues d’oil and the ones from the south are called langues d’oc. In fact, the latter language is now officially called “Occitan,” which is a made-up word (to a slightly greater degree than that to which all words are made-up words) that basically means “Oc-ish.” They speak Occitan in southern France and Catalonia and Monaco and some other places.

The oil languages include a pretty beefy number of languages and dialects with some pretty amazing names like Walloon, and also one with a much more basic name: French. Perhaps you’ve heard of it, n'est-ce pas?

Yeah, eventually Francophones drop the -l from oil and start saying it as oui. If you’ve ever wondered why French yes is different from other Romance yeses, well, now you know.

I guess what I’m getting at is that when you reblog a post you like and tag it with “this,” or affirm a thing a friend said by nodding and saying “Yeah, that”: you’re not new

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High res. Relaxing in Room Riddle base card

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hey babe im gonna be home late tonight do you mind picking up dinner. yeah sorry the king has us working over time, some fuckin egghead sat on the wall and had a GREAT fall. we've got all the men working on this but idk if we're gonna be able to put him back together again. yeah we've tried the horses. ok bye love you.

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Now that I finished 3.4 I can officially go cry in a pit or smth

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A dance that never ends

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Allow me to present my findings

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Rapunzel Riddle so cute omg

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languages that don't distinguish between formal and informal you are missing out on so much petty drama. my grandparents have two neighbours who once got into a huge fight over something honestly pretty trivial, so neighbour A said he was going to revoke neighbour B's du (informal you) privileges. neighbour B was like "okay but can i use du one last time?" and neighbour A was like "yeah go ahead", and neighbour B said "du arschloch" (you asshole). incredible.

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All my memories involve you. How come your new life goes on without me...

Transcribed: ["When I woke up at the express - I was stripped off my memories. Miss Himeko and Mr Yang gifted me this camera so that I would never again forget anything about my new life""But I don't think I will need it anymore. How could I ever forget who you are""So tell me now""Who are you"]

[iliterateking]

So I only saw it after I requested the yearning reader for Dr ratio too that you already wrote it and went to read it and wooof woooof- thank you for the food 👹👹👹

So instead may I request a teasing reader that doesn’t know how to respond when the affection is returned. With Dr ratio that is ;)

And I ask with a cherry on top~ (is this gonna become my signature line?)

ʚɞ Finishing eight or nine? Tell me, what's the perfect time? ʚɞ

Pairings: Dr. Veritas Ratio x Reader

Summary: Teasing Veritas is a part of your routine. Today is no different, you sit across him and tease him as he works. When you two rise from your seat, your surprised by him leaning towards you and pecking your lips teasingly. He pretends as if nothing has happened, such an unfair man...

Tags: Fluff, established relationship, teasing

A/N: TYSM FOR THE REQ! I'm glad u liked the fic ‼️ ↓, good to see someone liking Ratio too omg i miss him so bad bruh, dw nonnie that can be ur signature line, I'll recognise u from anywhere ‼️ anyways, hope you enjoy!

The quiet scratch of Veritas’ pen filled the office, punctuated by his low, almost absentminded muttering.

“Zero points. Zero… zero…” he murmured, flipping the page with a flick of his wrist. The midday light from the tall windows cast soft shadows across his desk, the golden trim of his laurel hairpiece catching the glow every time he moved.

You were supposed to be waiting patiently. Supposed to be. Instead, you were leaning forward on your elbows, chin in your hand, just watching him with the kind of shameless gaze that always made him raise an eyebrow when he noticed.

“You look so gorgeous when you’re working,” you said, voice lilting with mock innocence.

He didn’t look up. “Mm.” Another page turned. Another zero scribbled in his precise handwriting.

“I mean it,” you pressed, letting a smirk curl on your lips. “Sharp jaw, furrowed brow, completely unaware you’re the prettiest thing in the room—”

Veritas simply kept grading, though the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed him. “Flattery will not earn you extra marks,” he replied dryly, still not meeting your eyes.

You spent the next ten minutes peppering him with little comments—about his hair, his voice, the way his hands moved—until finally, he capped his pen with deliberate care.

“Lunch,” he said, standing and stacking his papers. You rose with him, ready to head out the door—only to feel his arm suddenly snake around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“Wha—”

He dipped his head close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath. “You,” he murmured, his tone a mirror of your earlier teasing, “look far more gorgeous when you’re flustered.”

Before you could answer, he ghosted his lips over yours—not quite a kiss, but enough to send heat rushing to your cheeks—then brushed a soft peck against your mouth.

“Come along,” he said smoothly, already stepping toward the door without giving you the chance to recover.

You just stood there for a second, stunned, palms warm, heartbeat loud in your ears. “That’s… unfair,” you muttered under your breath, before scrambling to follow him, very aware of the smug curve of his lips as he walked ahead.

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We will be sat

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Trapped! Trapped together in the post! Oh well, a perfect chance to fluster the good doctor for our gentleman gambler.