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𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝙴𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜 [Ch.1]

relationships: Aventurine x GN!Reader summary: A story in which you never knew Aventurine. Read more here cw: 2.1 quest SPOILER (Aventurine's real name) This one is just fluff, lots of pancake mention. The other parts may be different 👀 a/n: I know I said I won’t talk about the story until the second half banner drops BUT, it’s a very small thing. So WARNING, mention of Aventurine’s real name. This fic is me paying homage to that time I made so many churros I had to eat them for every single meal that day. [This will be a 3 part series] wc: 1k Part 1 (this one) || Part 2 || Part 3 masterlist

"Alright. I understand. I’ll come collect them today." These exact words are what wake you up, coming from none other than your beloved boyfriend sleeping next to you, and oh does he look absolutely beautiful. The way the sun shined on him, giving him an ethereal look. You wondered what you had done in your past life to have deserved such an angel.

Kakavasha holds up a hand to shield his eyes from the unforgiving sunlight, his other hand preoccupied with setting his phone aside so he could give you his full attention. Before he could even utter a single word you have your arms wrapped around his waist and bury your face in his chest. You let a small sigh once he’s back in your arms again, it really did feel too cold without him.

Your boyfriend just chuckles at you. “Clingy much?” All you do is reply with a groan, too tired to use your voice. The blonde just chuckles at this. He found it adorable how you were always so composed while awake, and yet the moment just before and after you fall asleep you act like a completely different person. He places his hand on your head and combs his fingers through your hair. You wondered if you should sleep a few extra hours, after all, you had everything you needed right here in your bed now.

A few more minutes pass before you decide to speak up, saying your first words for the day. “Who was that on the phone…?” You feel your throat hurt just uttering these words, but you were curious. Usually you found yourself being the first one to wake up, so seeing as the scenario was reversed you got curious. 

“Mmm, a friend.” He leans down to place his lips on your forehead, his lips lingering there for a while before he speaks again. “I left some old stuff at her place, just some mementos. I’ll have to go get them today.” You reply with a grumble this time, clearly displeased that he had to leave you on such a fine day. You cling to him a bit tighter, Kakavasha chuckles at your attempt at convincing him to stay. “Relax, I’ll be back before you know. Besides, I’m only leaving in the afternoon.” 

Sufficiently satisfied at his answer you loosen your grip a little and he laughs at that too. It’s a good thing you’re too sleepy to feel embarrassed. 

Things stay quiet for a while, only the occasional chirps of morning birds interrupting your thoughts. You really didn’t want him to leave today. You could only ever spend your weekend with Kakavasha due to the demanding nature of your work. Maybe you could find a way to keep him here?

Of course, you had the perfect plan…you slowly slid a hand under his shirt, which was rather easy considering all but one button had been undone. But before your wandering hands could go any further they’re stopped by your boyfriend’s very own. “Not now, love.” He chuckles as you bury your face into his neck in defeat…

“Can’t you reschedule?” You request it as a last resort, but he shakes his head.

“I’ve put it off for so long already. Would be unfair to her.” Finally, you decide to give up. Oh well, it’s just one day. 

The constant chirps outside your house slowly start to dissipate, instead replaced with faint chatter as people start on their morning routine. Kakavasha gives you one final kiss to your nose before getting up to sit at the edge of your bed. “I’ll go make breakfast.” 

“There’s leftover pancake batter.” You mumble as you reach for your phone to check your notifications.

“Isn’t there only a fourth of the bottle left?” He says as he stretches his hands over his head with a yawn. “Are you sure that’s gonna be enough for the both of us?”

“No, but I’ll eat fruits or something…” You say as you absentmindedly scroll through the hundreds of new messages on your phone, 90% of which were good morning graphics from your extended family. Your boyfriend comes to sit by your side. He loved that you had a really large family, even if you didn’t talk to most of them. 

“Come on, what kinda boyfriend would I be if I let you eat fruits for breakfast when I have two perfectly functioning hands?” He does a little jazz hands motion at you, but as cute as it looked you couldn’t keep letting him off the hook. 

“You mean the same functioning hands that made enough pancake batter to last us for two whole weeks?” You quip with a raised eyebrow and side eye him.

“Aha…well…” He looks away sheepishly, focusing on anywhere but your eyes. He may be too embarrassed to talk about it, but you clearly remembered that fateful day.

—

Your boyfriend wasn’t the most knowledgeable when it came to making consumables. However, shortly after you two had started living together, he discovered that making pancakes was in fact very easy. “All you need is milk, sugar, egg and flour? I could do that.” So he did, and kept at it for nearly an hour. Unfortunately you had assumed he would know when to stop, but by the time you came to check up on his progress you had several bowls of batter on your hands. 

“See? Super easy.” Said the man who severely overestimated the amount of batter that goes into making a single pancake.

—

“How about a crêpe…?” He asks hesitantly.

“Kakavasha.” You say in a firm voice as you turn to him and hold his face in your hands. Then in a serious voice you say “If I see any batter in the fridge tomorrow, you will be having pancakes for every. single. meal. until it’s finished.”. Your boyfriend rolls his eyes at this, oh the audacity.

“Fine. I’ll make you a boring old sandwich. Happy?” He grumbles.

“Very.” You say as you give him a firm kiss right on his mouth. Aeons, you loved this man so much.

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Hello, I think this is your work? TwT

oh my fucking god. it is. does anyone know what i can do about this?

thank you anon for bringing this to my attention! i appreciate it a lot :) my fic is not stolen completely, the creator just took the first three or so paragraphs of my fic and... probably stole the rest too but from other authors.

but still, is there anyone who might be able to tell me how to deal with this :,D please...

#plagiarism is mad embarrassing tbh #if you gon make an a.i at least be original

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Aventurine is attracted to men. Women who delude themselves into thinking he liked them makes me laugh

Oh my, thats a bunch of pixels on your screen, you're getting really worked up over someone liking a character, which is even more comical than "women who delude themselves into thinking he liked them", i truly feel like your barrier between reality and fiction is blending together. No one is thinking that aventurine likes them he's a fictional character, people are having fun and enjoying a character they like, please stop with this nonsense.

Where does it state that he's into men? Nowhere right. Keep your headcanon to yourself, and keep negative comments off my page.

You should go outside and enjoy the nice spring weather instead of growing hatred, I genuinely think it would help you grow a more positive mindset and learn to love yourself and enjoy things without putting other people down.

:}

#i hc him as gay because of the final victor lc #y’all hc him as gay because he’s flamboyant #we are not the same!! #also niggas can be bisexual bro

[rustygem]

i have some thoughts.

the 'don't engage with x because x bad thing is in it' crowd often doesn't provide context or discuss how the narrative treats x bad thing.

par example, there's a huge difference between a story that features colonialism where the villains are colonizers and a story where the heroes are. the narrative often treats these scenarios differently.

or 'this story has incest in it!' like, ok, but how does the narrative treat this? is it treated like the revolting thing it is or is it treated the way a non-incestuous relationship would be treated? what kind of incest is it? (i say this because my mileage for, say, fourth or fifth cousins dating goes a lot farther than twincest or parent/child incest. there's less of a chance that the relationship would be predatory, if they even knew they were marginally related, and the biology of it is much less fraught.) what are the circumstances that bring about this scenario?

and, yeah, there are things that are an absolute no go for me, but i'm not so immature as to tell people not to engage with said content.

nabokov's lolita is often brought up in these discussions, but despite the text delving into the depravity of protagonist humbert's mind, the subtext never tries to normalize his predatory behaviour. it does not allow the reader to entertain any delusion about humbert being anything but a sick pervert.

nor does it shy away from the effects humbert's abuse has on the titular lolita.

the text makes humbert charming and social because the message it's trying to convey is that anyone can be a predator.



do not mistake this as me taking a side. the 'it's just fiction!' crowd are just as guilty of not providing such necessary context. fiction may not directly affect reality, but

acting like someone who creates a protagonist that does horrific shit and is treated like a hero by their peers and the narrative isn't trying to saying something is disingenuous.

e.l james' fifty shades series is rife with abuse and misrepresentations of bdsm, but james herself believes all of these things are desirable, sexy even. she's said this herself. she's argued with people about this.

and this is not exclusive to e.l james. how often do we mock authors for the 'she breasted boobily down the stairs' shit, or cringe at wording that isn't explicitly racist/homophobic/misogynistic, but definitely feels like the author has some unexamined feelings towards the group being depicted?

just because it's fiction, that does not mean the creator is absolved of any due examination of their intentions or character.

you should ask yourself why the creator chose to create what they did. what message does it convey? why did they feel x thing was necessary? why is it treated the way it is? what does this add?

you know.

the stuff they taught you in school.

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Why is it that whenever someone talks about media literacy they only talk about things like rape, incest, pedophilia, and murder but never misogyny, racism, fatphobia, or ableism

Like it’s always about “problematic ships” and “evil characters” but never about how the treatment of woc in media influences how woc are treated in society and vice versa. How female characters are almost always the ones being singled out as “annoying” compared to male characters. Or how, yeah, there might be an in-story reason to why this lazy, depressed character is fat but societal views on fat people being lazy, depressed, unhygienic, etc., most definitely influenced the writer’s choice to make that lazy character fat.

I find that a lot of the “media literacy” arguments that pertain to subjects of sexual abuse and violence don’t really apply to other subjects in a way that isn’t wildly or even somewhat bigoted. Ofc there’s not gonna be a catch-all argument for how every theme should be treated in media but the arguments should at least be somewhat consistent.

I rarely ever see anyone talk about media literacy in a way that doesn’t boil down to “ok but liking evil/bad/taboo characters/themes/stories don’t make you a bad person and authors can write things they don’t agree about.” This statement isn’t wrong and i agree with it but it shouldn’t be your only knowledge on what media literacy is.

Sometimes, a story that has a rape scene in it depicts rape poorly. Whether its because rape was written in a fetishistic light or because the victims weren’t treated with the respect that they deserve, you need to be able to know how and why that scene is (cant think of a better word rn but I’ll probably change it later cause i don’t really like using this word) problematic. The fact that the story depicts rape isn’t the problem, it’s how they chose to depict it. And yes, how this story depicts rape can absolutely affect how a person views rape victims irl.

Sometimes, an author includes racist views into their work. Sure, depiction isn’t endorsement but when an author writes primarily about white characters, and has the first character of color in their book be executed as that character’s introduction, don’t be surprised when that author turns out to be a racist.

Yes, fiction isn’t one-to-one with reality but they both influence each other in a way that cannot be escaped. You will never find a piece of media that isn’t influenced by reality and you will never find a person whose views havent been influenced by a piece of media.

(Also, there is a tendency that i see in a lot of fandom “media literacy” people. And that is the tendency to use leftist, anti-racist phrases and terminology to refer to fandom discourse. “Kill the cop inside your head” refers to killing that part of your brain that has been drilled by society to view black, brown, and poor people as threats. It does not refer to people who don’t like your 20k incest fanfiction and are kinda mean about it. Stop fucking fandomizing anti-racist rhetoric. You just look fucking racist)

Sorry if this is kinda incoherent, I’m mostly just rambling.

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Margaret's greeting to you is sweet.

She's the assistant Veritas took in three years ago, and hasn't left since. Most people applying to the position have ulterior motives—you glumly recall a specific student, because my goodness, they have little to no shame these days—but just one meeting with her made you sure she'd be 'the one'. Her unwavering yet gentle disposition was endearing, and despite Veritas's distrustful attitude, she got in anyways.

(You think it's one of the best decisions he's made.)

"Is there anything in the mail?" You ask, shutting the door behind you.

She hums, "No, not really."

"Really?" This surprises you. Usually, it's a race to contact him on anything new he's working on. "Veritas said he's expecting letters for that weapon he's finished working on. You know, the anti-planetary one?"

"Remind me what's... that, again?"

Margaret furrows her eyebrows. Maybe Veritas forgot to tell her. "Remember that project he's been working on for a long time? The weapon got sent in for a test-firing and it was successful. So, he's waiting for any correspondence from anyone who'd like to expand on it."

(You remember peeking into his office, once, wondering why he was up so late. He promised more than four hours ago that he'll join you in bed, but there was only a coldness to his side of the bed you'll never get accustomed to.

"I will be there in a couple minutes, my love," Veritas addressed you without lifting his gaze from the blueprints he's scribbling on. From the mess on his hands, it seems he's been working on it since tucking you in. "You may go to the bedroom yourself. It is unnecessary to wait on me."

Instead of listening to him, you entered his office with the door clicking behind you. Veritas's head lifted, lips parted and about to say something, but he stopped; adjusting his glasses.

You draped over him, meeting cold skin.

"What're you working on?" You asked, instead. His warmth soothed you. "Mmh... looks like it's important."

Veritas placed a hand on yours, raised to his lips to be kissed. Aeons, your little doctor was so warm. "This weapon... will be a magnum opus. One that will eventually serve its purpose, and will be recognized for years to come."

Even in the sleep-addled brain of yours, you knew it was important.

"Yeah?"

"Indeed. It will be a weapon that will..." Veritas suddenly fell silent, alarming you. He was quick to assure you with another kiss to your hand, "Do not be so concerned, my love. Either way, this weapon will be reaching its final stages soon."

You were nearing dreamland, at this point. You recall it well.

Though the mutter under his breath was ingrained in your brain:

"An anti-planetary weapon that will, hopefully, earn Nous's blessing this time...")

The spark of recognition appears, "Oh, that one!"

"You know it," you toss her a smile. "So, what's the status? I hope the Genius Society picks up one of his inventions this time. He's been looking forward to it ever since."

You take a moment to place the paper bags on the table, setting aside your bag on one of the chairs for visitors. It's well into the afternoon, classes are finished, and by Veritas's schedule, you're sure both are famished. It's strange he's not in his office at this time. You're never late with your visits, so perhaps it's likely you're early and Veritas is late.

He's probably finishing up the last lectures of the day somewhere.

"I feel the same," Margaret knows Veritas to an extent that falls closely to yours, and it's not hard to root for him the same way you do. It warms your heart to hear how Margaret holds him in high-esteem. "Mr. Ratio's one of the best, they'd be out of the minds to not induct him into the Society—oh, are those chicken wraps?"

The chicken wraps are steaming as you tear away the aluminium foil. "Yeah, I bought it for the two of you. Want one?" Her eager nod has a laugh huff out of you, so you hand it to her. You joke, "So hungry you nearly forgot, huh?"

"Yeah... where did you buy them?"

"It's near the university. There were so many students I had to fight for it..." Thankfully, one of the vendors pitied your nearly trampled self and gave you two on the house. You make a silent note to bring Veritas there to pay your debt. "...anyways, where were we?"

Margaret pauses, "Mr. Ratio's genius?"

Well, that's not what you were saying, but it's a part of the topic. "Yes, genius. Veritas is intelligent, of course. Speaking of genius, did the Genius Society send anything?"

Margaret's reaction to your question is strange. She freezes, chicken wrap just hovering in front of her mouth. Your inquisitive gaze snaps her out of her reverie, and when getting her bearings, she's avoiding your eyes. "Nothing... yet, of course. I've been watching the mail for a week already."

A week? The Genius Society's correspondence normally would not take so long. "Is there anything else in the mail?"

"No, not really," she nods her head.

Huh? The disconnect between her body language and words makes no sense at all. However, the soft smile on Margaret's lips takes the edge of the suspicion off. Why would she lie to your face, though? Unless something's happened, then...

You decide to say something else. "I see... perhaps there's some issue with the mailing system?"

"Maybe!" Margaret agrees too easily with you. Her voice went too high-pitched, smile exaggerated, then she changes the subject, "Have you eaten on the way here? It feels impolite to be the only one eating."

The sudden mention of manners has you laugh awkwardly. It's already strange enough she's avoiding a simple question like she is right now but the poor girl looks like she's about to burst with your incessant questioning of if there's anything in the mail .

Is it really so hard to answer?

"Yes, I did," you answer. Gesturing to her chicken wrap, you say, "So, go ahead and eat. It's alright."

When you turn your gaze away from her, it's as if Margaret breathes a sigh of relief. It's obvious even in the corner of your eye. For the three years she's been here, her knowledge on Veritas's projects would be better than yours. After all, it is something work related, and she deals with his correspondence to anyone on behalf of him.

If she's lying like this, then there must be a reason. A Veritas-shaped reason, indeed, because he's got a bad habit of concealing things when it comes to something.

Letting Margaret be, you take a seat on one of the chairs meant for guests. Veritas's office is a spacious one, with a small reception area for visitors to wait on him. The door to his office is by the left, the entrance to this space on the right, and Margaret's desk in the middle of the room with the lounge chairs lined up by the wall in front of her.

With this placement, it provides you a clear view of Veritas's door... and the light escaping below it.

He's here in his office and he didn't come out to greet you.

Several emotions rise up and simmer in you. Some of them are negative. Well. Most of them are, because the way alarm and concern starts to boil within you is too much.

You take a deep breath to sort your emotions first. Your feelings are negative, and worry takes the top of the list. There are some wisps of anger but it quickly melts into the emotion up top and you slowly realise that Veritas has not messaged you even once starting... 1700 system hours ago.

With your phone now in hand, you shoot him a message.

It's something to the effect of asking where he is. The loud ding! of his own phone seeps out of his office room, out into the reception, and into Margaret and yours' ears.

Guilt colours Margaret's face vibrantly.

"I can explain," she begins as you stand up, making your way to his office. Poor girl, she's been shocked out of savouring the chicken wrap you've bought. "He's— he needs some time to himself..."

It's something other than needing time to himself, you know it, you know .

You give her a rueful smile, "Is that why you told me there's no mail?"

Margaret... falls short on an answer. The diverting of her eyes to the floor tells you everything. The successful test-firing of that anti-planetary weapon was done a few weeks ago, and everyone in the know was scrambling to cover it. It was Veritas, after all, and his name—like every genius—is known across the star systems. It'd make no sense there was no mail, no nothing , to be sent to him.

You only hold on to that tiny, little hope that you're wrong and Veritas is too caught on rejoicing to have noticed your arrival.

Only a look of understanding could be given to her. To scream, to yell, to let everything burst on Margaret is counter-productive. Maybe, if you asked, she'd say that she was merely doing what she, as an academic assistant, should do.

(If it was some other situation, you'd say—to his face—that you were right about Margaret. You'd say to him she's the best academic assistant he's ever had.)

You barely spare Margaret any glance before opening the door to his office. Thousands of thoughts trickle into your brain now, ranging from is he okay? to I hope nothing's bad happened.

Every moment of you turning the knob to open feels like in slow motion. Your heart is racing, just every inkling sending you in a worry-filled tizzy, and you feel nearly paralyzed in the spot where you are right now.

You open the door, and pity and fear and just everything drops a cold bucket over you.

Veritas sits on the chair by his desk, a crumpled letter on the wood and his headpiece discarded somewhere off to the side.

You're sure he's heard you coming in.

"Veritas?"

He absentmindedly says, "You may enter."

Veritas's voice doesn't have the usual lilt it has. It does not carry around the room, nor does it have its self-assured cadence that comes from being a genius. He stares at the scenery outside his office window, as if too entranced with the way light leaves the sky to make way for the moon. The moon that merely borrows its lumination from the sun.

The door locks behind you with a click that seems to echo in the dreadfully silent office. Now, only your footsteps make noise while approaching him. You move like you're holding your breath, not wanting to startle an animal that's already on its last legs.

But it's Veritas. He's not some lowly animal, though you know his heart to be softer than anyone else would presume.

Leaned over him, you bring his face into your hands. He lets you so readily, not once making any smart comment about handling him like porcelain.

(You received such a comment, once, when doing so the first time. Before Margaret, it was you. It was so long ago you don't recall, but Veritas had turned to you for help in handling his interactions with the "outside world", he'd call it, and this time, he was busy with a project. Some prototype he'd been originally commissioned to make, though, without any second thoughts, turned down any offer of payment and instead asked that his name be "spread across the cosmos". You originally blanched at the credits the ruler of the planet was willing to drop for Veritas's involvement in their planet-wide security, but he easily brushed your surprise off. At that moment, you were sure that, to him, it was another day of putting his gifts to use. Another day of using his intelligence to aid in the prosperity of civilizations, as if it was nothing to boast about. "Do I seem to evoke some child-like energy to hold me like this?" Veritas questioned, a quizzical brow arched. There was nothing in his tone that suggested he disliked it to the point of abhorrence. If anything, he looked— curious as to why you'd hold him like this. Instead of answering that silent question, you cooed, "Oh, yes. A little baby, indeed! You're so adorable—" "That's enough," he interrupted. You couldn't help but laugh at his disgusted face. "While I appreciate the gesture, I ask you continue sorting through the letters that came through the mail if you are wasting your time like this." "You call this wasted time? I'm suddenly not allowed to hold my handsome boy like this." Veritas's eyes narrowed. "Cease calling me a 'handsome boy', and I will consider this time to be not of the 'wasted' sort." So, he didn't hate it then. You smiled. "You like it then, Veritas?" He fell silent, you recall. His eyes bore into yours, and for a moment, it seemed like he'd say no. Then Veritas turned his head, kissed your palm, and murmured, "If it's you... then, yes.")

You wonder if he can outright acknowledge it's you who's holding him this way. He seems so out of it that what gnaws at you says no, but you try. You try for him. "Veritas?" You say, again, redirecting his attention to you. His eyes follow his head's movement, but it drags, and it's like it's taking everything out of him to begin looking at you.

Faint recognition appears on his face, and his voice softens too much, unlike the usual way he addresses you, "...My apologies for not greeting you when you came. I was absorbed in my readings of a letter the IPC sent me. An invitation of some sorts..."

When you see his eyes, the world falls silent.

Oh, Aeons, his eyes. Its lost its sheen and barely looks like he's there at all.

Your heart aches. So, that's it, then.

"What did they invite you to, love?" You ask, caressing his cheeks.

Veritas breathes as if it takes so much out of him to say, “The Intelligentsia Guild.”

“Ah,” You hum, willing the sadness away from your features. This moment is about Veritas, not you. “I see. You think I should reply to them, instead?”

The shake of Veritas’s head is slow. The hand he raises to envelop over yours is warm, yet you cannot find yourself to find comfort in it. “It is… better than nothing, love.”

The sight of Veritas blurs.

And, of course, out of everything, he notices you.

"You're crying," Veritas whispers softly. He reaches over and attempts to wipe away the tears streaming down, trying to soothe you. "Am I the cause of your tears? Then, I apologize. For... for being such a failure in front of you. Nous has not deemed me enough." You hadn't realized your eyes beginning to water; a single tear brought on a waterfall.

Aeons, you want to beat him ten times over. "You're not supposed to say sorry, Veritas. I'm... I'm only so worried about you."

Veritas meets eyes with you, and knows that it's not enough to cover the defeat. The disappointment surrounding his head like clouds, blurring every aspect of himself that he thought himself to be worthy of Nous' gaze.

He looks tired; an exhaustion that drills into his bones and something far beyond you. You think he's feeling the countless hours he's poured into that weapon, the surge of ambition and dedication used to fuel his drive, and the beginning of something chipping away at him and you don't know what.

(It scares you. It scares you because Veritas shoulders too many burdens he should have given to you to share.)

"You're the best scholar I’ve ever met, Veritas,“ You tell him, pushing past the tears that line your face. ”The smartest I’ve ever seen. Have you known your intelligence was the part of you that pulled me towards you? Your genius is unparalleled, my love. There is no one else I can think of if, ever, someone asks me about the most astute person I know.“

Does he think they are empty compliments? Because Veritas merely says, “Your words are better suited to a man whose Nous’ gaze fell upon him.”

You fall silent, defeated. What are you supposed to say? Are you to tell him that Nous does not matter, when his life is centered around knowledge? What is someone to do in this situation? What is comfort to a man who has been seared beyond recognition by an Aeon whom he worships?

“It is not hopeless,” Someone speaks, and you take a moment to recognize that it is you who has spoken. “Will you let an Aeon define who you are, Veritas?”

Veritas’s eyes slip close, and his forehead rests against yours. There is nothing but your soft sniffling, the steady breathing of your lover, and the persistent ticking of the clock in his office that sounds off. It is quiet and chilling, as if waiting for some bomb to tick off to end this moment once and for all.

His eyelids flutter, reddish-pink eyes peeking through—some brightness have returned, but not enough.

Veritas replies, “I… will try not to let them define me.”

To you, that is enough.

(You know than more that he will take this moment, and let it haunt him.)

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new boundary. if you reblog a lot of nsfw content…like, nsfw content takes up more than 80% of your reblogs, please dni.

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cont. from this

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[rustygem]

hi do you take requests?

if you dont, feel free to ignore, but if you do..

imagine dr ratio having a wife/husband(reader), or lover whatever. they've been married for a long whike now on a really healthy relationship. reader is a opposite to ratio, a calm collected individual who doesn't lash out

but what happens when ratio became so stubborn the reader snaps and calls dr ratio by his full name? especially in front of people?

kinda want to know your perspective and jow you write this

(i love ut writing :3 its still okay to ignore though)

彡prompt: you love dr. ratio, you do. but sometimes he can irritate the shit out of you.

彡warning(s): swearing. sorta angsty, but it’s somehow fluff. probably ooc! ratio?

彡notes: dividers by cafekitsune.

Y’know, usually date nights with a loving partner are supposed to go well. And yours with Veritas did, but only until you two started having a back and forth on paying the tip.

“Veritas, please. It’s only 100 credits.” You pinched your temple. Seriously, the waitress was nice! She wasn’t too pushy, there wasn’t any attitude. One small tip wouldn’t hurt.

“What is there to tip the woman for? For doing her job right?” He crossed his legs. “Darling, you must understand that a waitress who isn’t unbearably contemptible isn’t one deserving of a tip.”

“For fucks sake…she’s gonna come over here in less than five minutes. If you don’t want to pay her, I will.” As soon as you took out your wallet, Veritas just shook his head.

You were endearing and your emotional intelligence was admirable. But for goodness sakes, you seemed just a little too insistent on spending extra credits for somebody just doing their job.

As if it was right on cue, you gave the waitress the bill, along with a 100 credit tip with a smile.

It wasn’t until you stopped the waitress from leaving to give her another 50 credits that Veritas just huffed and snatched the money out of your hands.

“Okay, that’s enough. She doesn’t need anymore money than you gave her.” He put your credits in his wallet, glaring at you. “Don’t be so careless with your credits.”

The nervous waitress looked at him, then at you. Her nerves only increased as she saw your eye twitch.

You raised your voice. “Veritas Ratio, quit being prudish and give her the credits!”

It wasn’t the yelling that made him recoil, it was the anger in your tone and voice. Frustration wasn’t new, but you were actually mad at him.

Noticing the eyes on you, your boyfriend, and the poor…poor waitress, your anger subsided.

“Uh…Please. Please give her the credits.” You spoke softly now, mumbling a softer ‘thanks’ as he handed her the money.

However, the waitress took a deep breath, and spoke up. “I can assure you 100 credits is more than enough for me. But thank you.” The waitress smiled at you and walked off with the check.

You picked at your nails, lip quivering as you thought about what you should say to your boyfriend—who was several steps ahead of you.

Noticing this, he looked at you as he continued walking. “If you feel guilt–ridden because you think you’ve hurt my feelings, then banish the thought immediately.”

You rushed next to him, looking at him with lingering feelings of doubt and regret. “Yeah well, I’m sorry for yelling at you and making a scene.”

God, what’s wrong with me? You thought to yourself.

He frowned, watching tears brim your eyelashes. “It’s not like you weren’t provoked.” He sighed before continuing.

“But, in all honesty sweetheart, I thought you were being too benevolent like always.”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you stared at your shoes.

“Though, your attempt at trying to put me in my place made me reconsider something.” He stopped, eyeing you.

“I considered you to be someone who’s too kind for their own good. That was one of the things I wanted you to work on.”

And you swear you saw him smile for a second. “But, you’re still capable of standing your ground, so perhaps I misjudged. Apologies.”

Embarrassed, you scratched your cheek. “That’s sweet of you, Ver–ow!”

He pinched your cheek with his fingertips. “Though, the next time you want to raise your voice at me, I’d prefer you do it in a more private setting.”

#dr ratio x reader #dr ratio x gn!reader #༊*·˚🎀rustygem 2024 #no why was this so ass

[rustygem]

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐍 !!

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑 !!

| 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢 | 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐩–𝐭 | 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐨–𝐚𝐜𝐞 | 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫 | 𝐬𝐟𝐰 |

𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 !!

✎ 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡*𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞.

✎ 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊. 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞. 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

✎ 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 “𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧” 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭.

✎ 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

✎ 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝.

✎ 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭/𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞.

✎ 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐨/𝐚𝐜𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦.

✎ 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

✎ 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 🇵🇸, 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟.

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 !!

✎ 𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!

✎ 𝐢 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬.

✎ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞!

✎ 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬. (𝐢.𝐞: 𝐬𝐚, 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦, 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

✎ 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜.

✎ 𝐢’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭(𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐝𝐨-𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭), 𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫/𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭.

✎ 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 !!

❀ 𝐝𝐫. 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨

❀ 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢

❀ 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞

❀ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝟕𝐭𝐡

❀ 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐫 (𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐬)

#༊*·˚🎀rustygem 2024 #dividers by cafekitsune

[rustygem]

It's not often I dip my toes into shipcourse, as an adult who does not like minor/adult ships or harassment and would rather curate my environment in a way that allows me to pretend the former doesn't exist than go out of my way to engage with it for cheap internet outrage points, but one place where the proship ideology loses me is in this idea of having to go along to get along. You can dislike things, sure, but you'd better not talk about the fact that you dislike things or why, because that's Yucking Someone's Yum, and don't you know YKINMKATO? If you complain, you're being a killjoy at best, and at worst, you're actively contributing to harassment.

I want to be able to talk about common ships and tropes in my fandom that I dislike, things that make me uncomfortable or that I think are deserving of criticism, without making it seem like I'm trying to control the things other people write. I'm not. I'm trying to express myself, same as everyone else.

Anti ideology often goes after people for nothing (a height difference between two adults, an interabled relationship between an Autistic and allistic person of the same age, and the childhood friends to lovers trope are all things I've seen branded as "pedophilia", please stop, you do not know what that word means) but proship ideology at this point feels like toxic positivity. Fiction is meant to elicit emotions, and criticism, discomfort, and dislike are all valid emotions that a work of fiction can elicit. Fandom spaces are not truly free unless they provide room to experience and process all emotions that a person can experience as a result of engaging with fandom, not just the happy ones.

#this was the post i was talking about

[rustygem]

some of y’all on this app need to understand this:

someone talking about their personal icks and what they’re uncomfortable with in fiction…IN THEIR OWN SPACE…ON THEIR OWN ACCOUNT….…is literally fine.

of course block what you don’t like, but y’know people can like….express their dislike towards something right?

talking shit in your own space isn’t the same as going out of your way to harass people. which is actually disgusting.

and yk people can do….BOTH at the same time right? i mean, i can. i can talk about how i hate a certain ship…without interacting with said shippers or content related to that ship. i can do that on my own page. it’s possible.

this mentality of ‘oh you can dislike this kind of content, but don’t SAY you dislike it or SAY you dislike the people that make this content!’ is good but also bad.

also, people have BEEN making videos on fictional characters and ships they hate on youtube. people have BEEN saying “tropes i hate” n “characters I hate” it’s inevitable.

and yeah you could say “well why don’t they just not interact with that content?” and that’s true. the same applies for you too 🫵🏾 pookie. you don’t gotta watch them hate videos. you don’t have to interact with that hate post. you could block and move on like you be preaching.

let people bitch in their own space. “but they’re being mean to the people that make the content.” dawg idk how to tell you this, but if you make content people are uncomfortable with…yeah they’re not gonna like you.

but you still wanna respond to them right? you wanna tell them off right?

damn, it’s almost like we all got shit to say, and can’t keep every little thing to ourselves!

like i guess we should everybody complaining about the new megamind sequel to stfu because megamind isn’t real. don’t like? don’t watch!

anyone who’s made any “tropes i hate in webtoon/anime/book genre” videos? pack it up! you can’t talk shit about what you hate, you’re yucking someone’s yum. that’s bad.

people are and should be allowed to express negative emotions towards fictional content in their own space. (obviously without telling people to off themselves.)

that’s just me tho.

#imani’s rants. #reference to that one post i reblogged #“block and move on” until somebody hates on what you like #it’s almost like we can’t all keep EVERY SINGLE THOUGHT to ourselves!! #boost this….please!!!!!

[rustygem]

Okay, magical girl child reader but it can be gender neutral, okay lets do gender neutral so we dont make readers get left out.

PLATONIC.

it can be a headcanon or oneshot if you’d like.

(the reader is gonna be like madoka.)

After dr ratio found out that the reader is a magical girl, he thought it was a stupid idea to risk your life even when your this young but he doesn’t mind but he wouldn’t tell anyone and he wanted to keep you safe, he would teach and teach you on how to fight (he feels bad, YOUR TOO YOUNG) anyway ANGST TIMEEE (its like 1am on a school night)

so reader was fighting along uh with magical girls and dr ratio, but uh then she dies lol

(IM RUSHINF THIS)

“but uh then she dies” IM GONNA FUCKING CRY ☠️ so uhh…major character death warning y’all!! also this is a PLATONIC REQUEST, do NOT be weird.

✿ when he sees you in that magical girl ass uniform, he’s perplexed.

✿ you’re 14. fuck is you doing tryna save the world?

✿ in his own words, “you’re too young to be this foolish. you should be getting mediocre grades in your class. not going out of your way to shed your blood in battles.”

✿ but, even so…you wanted to stop the evils of the world. that’s a somewhat reasonable dream to have as a young teenager.

✿ with that, he would teach you how to be more careful with your moves.

✿ making you hit moving targets that looked just a tad too much like a blonde gambler with hypnotic eyes.

✿ often criticizes you for missing the shot. (he doesn’t blame you though. again, you’re 14.)

✿ but when you end up shooting the targets and become more calculated, he’s…well he’s damn near proud.

✿ of course, he was still concerned about you and your little friends fighting against witches. he knew you were going to get hurt, but as long as you come out alive, he’s fine.

haha, spoiler: you died. the beam that extracted from your wand was pathetic compared to the flame that consumed you.

he knew it. he fucking knew this would’ve happened, and he let you fight anyways.

“you moronic child.” veritas glared at you as you laid down on the hospital bed. he pinched his nose bridge as he cried silently.

#🤎lovelyizoc 2024 #THE AUTHOR HAS NOT‼️ WATCHED MADOKA🗣️ #dr ratio angst #PLATONIC DR RATIO N READER🤎

[rustygem]

"Kill them with kindness" WRONG. KNIFE ATTACK!!! 🔪🗡🔪🗡🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🗡🔪🔪🔪🔪🗡🔪🔪🔪🗡🔪🔪🔪

[rustygem]

Clumsiness

pairing. Dr. Ratio x gn!reader cw/genre. slight angst, fluff, comfort, microwave explosion, use of the word "Idiot". masterlist! requests open!

It was known that his partner was not the brightest star in the sky. One might ask: but how had he come to love this person? After all, Ratio had always claimed aloud that he despised idiots. Well, in short, he didn't see you as a simple, ignorant fool, just adorably unintelligent.

Your partner had a great mind, incredibly knowledgeable, with a memory capable of storing unquantifiable information, or a creativity that no normal human could ever hope to comprehend. But you were still an idiot. Unable to solve simple tasks, too gullible to be left alone and too clumsy for basic security.

And right now it was a perfect example. Ratio stood there, in the doorway of his kitchen that no longer looked like one, for the simple reason that the microwave was in a thousand pieces, black trails rising from the walls to the ceiling, fragments of wood scattered everywhere.

"You're an idiot." Was the first thing that came out of his half-open mouth after contemplating this catastrophe for already two minutes. "Everyone knows that metal in the microwave is a warned and extremely dangerous hazard." Ratio sighed from the depths of his longing, not only because he was exasperated with these wild experiences his partner always brought into his daily life, but also because he was inevitably very worried.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." You spoke in a hurried manner. You felt ashamed of what you always did, this was nothing new, one way or another you always had to get something wrong. Or, as in this case, you forgot that you shouldn't put something metal in the microwave.

""Oh, I'm so sorry" Really? You know what would have been nice? Not to destroy my microwave. He said with a heavy dose of sarcasm and condescension in his voice. "I guess I should at least be grateful that you didn't accidentally kill yourself with this. But still…" he groaned in exasperation, now looking irritably at the broken microwave.

"Besides, what would have happened if you were alone, eh?" He spoke again, running a hand over the bridge of his nose. He was scolding you.

You couldn't find an excuse, he was absolutely right. You had been careless… Again. You bit your lip and remained silent at his annoyance, while he stared at the broken microwave. After a minute, you finally responded:

"It was an accident, I was just trying to heat up my lunch". That was all you were willing to say in your defence. Even if you had tried, you couldn't find a single argument in your favour, so you simply waited in silence as you listened to the man's reprimands.

"It's always the same story! You always do something that puts you in danger, you know you're doing something stupid when you do it, you say you're sorry and you keep doing the same stupid things over and over again" Ratio's tone became harsh and accusatory, his expression changing from frustrated to irritated.

"But at this point, is there really any hope left in that head of yours? Should I just prepare for the day when you set off an explosion that kills us both?"

You shuddered and felt a shiver run down your spine. Was this what you had always been? A fool? A danger to life and your environment? An idiot? You felt all those words echoing in your mind, filling your heart with trepidation. You let out a small sigh, closed your eyes and leaned against the wall. You felt like crying, but you refused to cry in front of him, so you answered quietly, trying not to let him hear your trembling voice.

"I'm sorry…"

The sudden sight of you trying to hold back tears was something he hadn't expected at all, after all, he thought you was used to his harsh words. He felt a pang in his heart, as his mind filled with conflicting emotions.

"Damn it…" He uttered, before letting out a frustrated sigh. But then he looked down and his expression softened.

"Y/N…" he said, his tone suddenly kinder and gentler, just a little.

He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you in a comforting way. His breath caressed the top of your head as he buried his face in your hair.

"I know I can be… harsh with my words sometimes." He spoke softly. "But you must understand that it's tiring for me too." He said, his tone now serious and more vulnerable.

"Please be careful, that's all I want from you."

His words had a powerful effect on you and you could not find a way to respond to it. You simply closed your eyes, silently thanking him for not scolding you anymore, besides his words were comforting in one way or another. But in that moment of peace, a new question popped into your mind. A question you always asked yourself but never dared to ask.

"Why are you with me… Why are you with an idiot who always ruins things?"

A second passed, then another, while Ratio simply remained silent as if contemplating and evaluating what his answer might be. Finally he spoke:

"I love you, with your faults, with all your faults. You're a complete fool, and that's precisely what makes you, and only you, special." Veritas gently pulls away from the embrace, taking your face in both hands and stroking it with his thumbs.

"Hmm… yeah, also, I wouldn't consider the term 'Idiot' good for you, for me it's more 'Clumsy' and 'Adorable'." He finished saying smiling slightly.

His sweet words and gentle caress on your face made you blush, feeling the skin on your cheeks redden. It took you a few seconds to recover and then, with an excited tone, you replied.

"Wait, wait, are you saying that… that you actually like my awkwardness? That you even think it's cute?" you chuckled. "Then why are you always mad at me?"

His expression softened even more as he continued to caress your cheeks, his warm breath blowing lightly against the skin of your face.

"Because I do care about you, and, you know what, it's not really anger, it's more like…. Anxiety…" He confessed, lowering his hands as his gaze returned to your eyes. "I love you, but I'm also very worried about you, see? I'm always afraid you'll get hurt," he added, speaking softly and sincerely.

You remained silent, letting the words penetrate you. You finally understood. His "anger" was more a symptom of his love, more of worry than exasperation.

"Ohhh, I see…I promise I'll try to be more careful." You said, with a bit of firmness in your voice, keeping your words more of a promise to yourself.

His eyebrows arched a little when he heard your promise, as he was impressed by your determination. It was good to know that you were willing to make an effort for yourself and your relationship. Ratio stroked the side of your face again, his thumb gently brushing your lips. He had this expression of tenderness and joy in his eyes, which then brightened as he added in a soft tone:

"But you know, I'm not going to complain too much if you keep messing up. I like being your saviour, you know…"

Laughing a little and with some mockery in your tone, you said; "So, my savior, help me pick up the pieces of your destroyed microwave."

He laughed quietly at your banter. You sure were witty, he had to admit. Then he nodded his head and his gaze softened even more with affection. You were an absolutely adorable idiot.

"Of course, my clumsy princess," he gave you a playful smile, before walking over to the pieces of the microwave. He picked up several broken pieces and looked at you expectantly as he put them in the rubbish bag.

"And let's hope you don't explode your fingers while we're at it…"

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[rustygem]

Veritas Ratio respects you as a friend and as a colleague of a scientist with whom he has known for a long time, but sometimes Ratio cannot understand why at some point you behave like a smart and educated person, and then you approach to him during lunch and show him a toy that you say looks like him! This purple angry cat. If Ratio didn't know you (and if he weren't a fool in love), he would scold you in his usual manner, but the only thing he can do at that moment is to gently call you an idiot and change the subject( You're both adults, but he'll be damned if he sees you sad because of him, and he definitely won't let others laugh at you), although his gaze still keeps returning to the toy in your hands.

And you might think that it would all end there, but after a while you see on his table a toy in the shape of a cat, suspiciously similar to you. The strangest thing is that he doesn't even get angry when you tease him about it, which makes you doubt whether this is really Veritas Ratio. But the moment his book almost touches your head, you realize that he is still the same.

“Veritas, look - you brought the purple cat to the toy in his hands. - now we will always be close to each other!”

A small smile formed on his frowning face at the sight of your beaming smile. It turns out that sometimes it's nice to be an idiot.

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[rustygem]

Why is it that whenever someone talks about media literacy they only talk about things like rape, incest, pedophilia, and murder but never misogyny, racism, fatphobia, or ableism

Like it’s always about “problematic ships” and “evil characters” but never about how the treatment of woc in media influences how woc are treated in society and vice versa. How female characters are almost always the ones being singled out as “annoying” compared to male characters. Or how, yeah, there might be an in-story reason to why this lazy, depressed character is fat but societal views on fat people being lazy, depressed, unhygienic, etc., most definitely influenced the writer’s choice to make that lazy character fat.

I find that a lot of the “media literacy” arguments that pertain to subjects of sexual abuse and violence don’t really apply to other subjects in a way that isn’t wildly or even somewhat bigoted. Ofc there’s not gonna be a catch-all argument for how every theme should be treated in media but the arguments should at least be somewhat consistent.

I rarely ever see anyone talk about media literacy in a way that doesn’t boil down to “ok but liking evil/bad/taboo characters/themes/stories don’t make you a bad person and authors can write things they don’t agree about.” This statement isn’t wrong and i agree with it but it shouldn’t be your only knowledge on what media literacy is.

Sometimes, a story that has a rape scene in it depicts rape poorly. Whether its because rape was written in a fetishistic light or because the victims weren’t treated with the respect that they deserve, you need to be able to know how and why that scene is (cant think of a better word rn but I’ll probably change it later cause i don’t really like using this word) problematic. The fact that the story depicts rape isn’t the problem, it’s how they chose to depict it. And yes, how this story depicts rape can absolutely affect how a person views rape victims irl.

Sometimes, an author includes racist views into their work. Sure, depiction isn’t endorsement but when an author writes primarily about white characters, and has the first character of color in their book be executed as that character’s introduction, don’t be surprised when that author turns out to be a racist.

Yes, fiction isn’t one-to-one with reality but they both influence each other in a way that cannot be escaped. You will never find a piece of media that isn’t influenced by reality and you will never find a person whose views havent been influenced by a piece of media.

(Also, there is a tendency that i see in a lot of fandom “media literacy” people. And that is the tendency to use leftist, anti-racist phrases and terminology to refer to fandom discourse. “Kill the cop inside your head” refers to killing that part of your brain that has been drilled by society to view black, brown, and poor people as threats. It does not refer to people who don’t like your 20k incest fanfiction and are kinda mean about it. Stop fucking fandomizing anti-racist rhetoric. You just look fucking racist)

Sorry if this is kinda incoherent, I’m mostly just rambling.

#media literacy #allla THIS!!