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﹒     ♡       hii! ꒰ ⸝⸝ ˊ͈ ˘ ˋ͈ ⸝⸝ ꒱ so sorry for disappearing, i had tons to do because of uni TT !! i’ll get 2 my requests soonest, promise!

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I hope u dont mind this.

Dr ratio with a child reader that’s often getting injured or hurt all the time by other people or on accident, he was like yk friends with this child but kept seeing them getting hurt! so he yk gets protective n tries to protect his little friend lol

platonic duh no romantic or anything

just wholesome platonic dad ratio or idk

sweet ⺌ temperance.

໒ ���ྀ ͡ ⁺ veritas ratio &. child reader. light angst, short &. sweet, found family + fluff. ♡

໒ ིྀ ͡ ⁺ some notes : not beta read, will contain grammar and spelling errors. large spacing is intended!

໒ ིྀ ͡ ⁺ liah’s notes : i don’t mind this at all! i luv dad ratio sm u have no idea 🥹🌷 tysm for requesting nonnie ‹𝟹

veritas ratio knows of fragility. he knows children often get hurt due to the harsh nature of this world, so to say that he was protective of little you was an understatement.

he protects you in his own way : making sure you’re well fed, slept on time for children your age, exposed to various activities you may fancy, and absolutely crushes anyone who hold ill intent for his tiny friend.

his piercing stare could make anyone back down, after all.

you had the rather … unique habit of getting yourself hurt. a clumsy child, he’d scold you as he gently disinfects your newest scrape. he’d carry those cartoonish bandaids — you claimed they were cuter and he acquiesced ; alongside a tiny spray bottle filled with alcohol.

people usually see you trotting next to him, strides shorter to accomodate your smaller steps. it’s a rather endearing sight, and it never failed to make anyone’s day.

veritas always made sure you finished your assignments on time. rewards were given and praises were handed out if you do as told! he overheard that children would be more motivated that way.

his items would have cute stickers on them and everyone knew it was because of you. he doesn’t mind at all.

knows your schedule like the back of his hand so he’s always there to pick you up! gets you ice cream whenever you show him a high score you recently got.

he has a spare blanket in his office — that’s been littered with plushies and toys ; because you like to nap when he has his evening lectures.

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﹒     ♡       hello! ꒰ ⸝⸝ ˊ͈ ˘ ˋ͈ ⸝⸝ ꒱ will get 2 requests now >< so sorry for getting delayed, i jst got back from hospital duty :c i hope everyone’s day has been good! ygs can tell me all about it if you want hehe

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Hii! I'm the one who requested that Dr Ratio comfort, and I really want to thank you a lot for not only being really quick with it, but for also delivering such a great piece of writing (again)!💗

It definitely brightened up my mood and remains the highlight of my day. I just love the way you write Ratio. Thank you so so much once more!💗

﹒     ♡       omg !!! ⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾ i’m so glad it made you happy hehe ♡ dr ratio is definitely one of my fave characters so writing him makes me all giggly and mushy hehe !! tysm for your kind words 🌷

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﹒     ♡       i got so happy getting my first ever requester AAAAA TT !!

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Hello! If your requests are open, could I please request a little something sweet with Dr Ratio?

I've just received exam results and despite all the hard work I've failed 🥲 The material is easy but my god is the professor so harsh istg- Anyway, if I could request something on this basis idea with comfort from Ratio, that would be very comforting 😭 Either way, I appreciate you and I hope you're doing ok! 💕

angélique. ⺌ my darling angel.

໒ ིྀ ͡ ⁺ veritas ratio x gender neutral reader. includes : mild angst, hurt with comfort, tenderness, the gentle way in which he loves you so.

໒ ིྀ ͡ ⁺ some notes : unedited, might contain spelling ﹠ grammar mistakes. ♡ large spacing is intended.

໒ ིྀ ͡ ⁺ liah’s notes : ahhh, cheers to my first ever requester! ‹𝟹 failing exams are never easy, moreso when you worked really hard for it >< i hope this little piece makes you smile, hehe!

to say you were in the depths of misery seemed to be an understatement.

though hardwork wasn’t always rewarded as life rarely went in the direction we want it to, the slump in your positivity could take a toll in anyone. you knew very well that there was always ‘ next time ’ but the idea of failing again has you rooted underneath the duvet of your shared bed.

you cannot fathom looking at your lover even as his footsteps quietly thud at the floor. in fact, it drives you to sink further into the mattress, in hopes it’ll swallow you whole.

a gentle hand brushes against the top of your head, featherlight in its touch. the bed sinks slightly with his weight, and you feel his warmth press against your back.

“ love, ” the scholar murmurs, none of his usual snark or wit present in his tone. it only makes your breath hitch, stubbornly facing away from him. the idea of disappointing veritas with your incompetence stings, especially with who he is. what would he think of you?

as if guessing your thoughts, the scholar leans down to press a faint kiss on your head. he stays there for a moment, before he pulls away. “ must you hide from me, love? ” a sigh, fingertips brushing against your nape, skimming across your skin.

“ what you get from one exam does not determine your intelligence nor your worth. i’ve seen you work hard for it, and perhaps you feel as if you failed … i believe it is the opposite. ” his tone remains even, his touch unfaltering.

“ you’ve learned from it, yes? you know that in order to succeed, you must push yourself further. although i believe that is not an issue due to your diligence. ” veritas ratio leans down, goosebumps rising across your skin as you feel his lips press against your nape.

“ you are perfect, love. ” he murmurs, reverence coating honeyed words. it is not often that he showers you in praises, but situations like these called for it. he wasn’t a doting lover, but he loves you. adores your existence, treats you like you are a gift from the galaxy.

veritas ratio loves you to the point of madness, to ruination — your happiness is his, your sadness is his.

another kiss against your nape renders you speechless, before he’s gently turning you around to face him. he greets you with the soft press of his lips on your forehead, to the skin underneath your eyes, to the curve of your cheeks.

“ we’ll work on this together, ” he promises, interlocking his hands with yours. he lifts it to press his lips to your knuckles, to the tips of your fingers, where love drips in his words.

“ you’re not alone. “

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﹒     ♡       i’ve mostly forgotten how tumblr works & all that stuff so plk have mercy on my soul 😞

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when sparks ⺌ fly.

໒ ིྀ ͡ ⁺ veritas ratio x gender neutral reader. includes : mild angst, tooth rotting fluff, feelings realization. ‹𝟹

໒ ིྀ ͡ ⁺ some notes : unedited, might have grammar or spelling errors. large spacing was intended.

veritas ratio finds you absolutely irritating.

he finds it irritating how you seem to occupy his brain every second that passes. annoying how he’d see a trinket and think : “they’d like this.”

he is a person of great standing, a scholar with numerous achievements underneath his belt. he was attractive, far too ethereal that he has to wear a plaster head so his students can focus during his lectures. veritas ratio is haughty in his own sense — built by the foundation he erected in order to suit the person he is. the person he was made to be.

he is the veritas ratio and he, hopelessly, foolishly, is in love with you.

this realization does not shock him in the slightest. upon noting down what he feels in your presence … ﹝ increased heart rate, elevated body temperature, anxious coils resting in his abdomen, the unexplainable urge to bring you in his arms, ﹞ he’s deduced that this wasn’t simply what one would refer to as a crush.

a crush is fleeting.

it is soft and sweet, gentle and tender, yes, but fleeting, nonetheless. what he feels for you is something more, something deeper. it resides in the crevices of his soul, sinking into the curves of his heart.

veritas ratio believes if one were to cut him open, they would find a space carved for you alone.

veritas ratio is deeply in love with you that the great scholar knows not what to do. he tries to deduce when it began ﹔ the first time you wittingly responded back to him? perhaps during the moment where you pressed a kiss to the forehead of his plaster head, unknowing that he was awake? he found himself quite flushed during that time.

he knows not when this love bloomed into something so profound — but he finds that rather endearing, if not irritating. you make him speechless, mindless, even, and isn’t that quite the blow to his pride? he is a scholar, after all.

no matter. for now, he will bask in your presence and delight in your attention. whilst he enjoys your company as a friend, veritas craved something more.

scholars plan, and he will create a fool proof plan to make you his.

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┈ · ❝ march 7th graphic · ♡

DAY 02 of @autibf ‘s event, character that would be a tumblr micro - celebrity &&. rb + credit if use

was supposed to post this yesterday with day 01 but got busy, so i’ll may post day 03 today too

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in our wildest dreams.

ㅤ─┈ the hsr characters as your cliché college tropes.

ㅤ─┈ dan heng, jing yuan, & kafka x gender neutral reader. separate.

❪⠀themes : super fluffy & sweet & cliché with a sprinkle of good ‘ol angst❕⠀❫

dan heng. ︎︎⋆ ࣪. ࿔

dan heng, your aloof childhood friend whom you drifted away from. when the two of you were young, dan heng was more friendly and approachable—gentle, as he dressed your wounds from rough housing with the other kids too much. however, a certain incident changed both him and his relationship with you.

you had zero idea why dan heng was much more distant with you; there was even a huge fight between you two, with you desperately trying to seek an answer from your beloved childhood friend. yet the response you sought for couldn’t be found.

the distance between the two of you gradually increased—smiles were hidden from one another, eye contact was avoided, and the physical touch you were once so comfortable with suddenly disappeared. this went on, even after the both of you graduated high school and went on with your separate ways.

separate—until you found out that dan heng is your partner for your lab final project. separate—until dan heng’s gaze finds yours once more, and just like before; all ︎︎those years ago, you feel your heart race. until you realize that dan heng was trying to mend the broken bridge between the two of you, wishing for your smile to be directed towards him once again.

jing yuan. ︎︎⋆ ࣪. ࿔

the untouchable student body president who aces in everything he did. jing yuan was adored and loved by both students and professor’s alike—his plethora of fans were unending, his charm never failing to capture anyone’s heart. until, of course, he met you.

perhaps jing yuan underestimated your way of living; you’re a college student who simply wishes to graduate and find a job, not someone who has the time to fawn over a human being. this is what you tell him—bluntly, before you brush past him, waving at the stunned president; calling out that friendship is still plausible.

it blooms, though. the friendship between the two of you grows into a lovely flower, your bond inseparable. jing yuan found you amusing, and you found him annoying, but in the fondest way possible. jing yuan helped you study, you helped him evade the numerous stalkers. jing yuan helped you in your darkest times, and you held him when the stress took a toll on him, reminding you that despite his achievements and what he presented, jing yuan is still human.

once the two of you graduated—the student body president grinned at you; smile akin to a lion. when asked why, jing yuan will simply laugh, and tell you that now that university is over, he has a chance. a chance for what?

well, a chance to finally make you his, of course. he waited four years for you—and he’s not going to waste any more time, when he could spend his life with you by his side.

kafka. ︎︎⋆ ࣪. ࿔

the life of the party, the famous student who everyone wanted to be friends with. kafka was someone both envied yet loved, who could bring someone into a trance with her honeyed smiles. she was a model student—with high grades and an extensive social circle that extends beyond university itself.

including you; her sheltered “bestfriend”, whose wealthy parents were far too strict and overprotective to the point that it was stifling, especially with someone whose soul was carefree. kafka met you when you were about to throw a heel at a snatcher, who she caught. the moment she handed your bag—designer, brand new, expensive—kafka knew she had to befriend you.

not just because of your wealth; she isn’t some jerk who befriended people because of their social status. (well, for some, that was the case. but not with you; kafka could never lift a finger against you.) but because of that fire within you—that stubborn streak that refused to bow down to your parents, interested her.

she’s the main cause of your escapades that often had your parents grounding you; catching you when you threw yourself off of your balcony, letting your arms wrap around her midsection as the two of you sped through the highway, your cheerful laughter ringing in kafka’s ear, reminding her, once more, that perhaps there is more to life than what it seems.

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ichorial greed.

ㅤ─┈ the stellaron hunter could be greedy, could be selfish if he so wished; but even he knew that this greed of his will lead to nothing more but a heartbreak. this doesn’t stop him, though.

ㅤ─┈ blade x gender neutral reader.

❪⠀themes : angst & comfort, blade being blade, the eventual pain of parting with someone you love because of what you do.⠀❫

as blade gazes at the interstellar space before him, he lets his thoughts consume him whole. he know it’s a horrible idea—his thoughts are anything but pleasant, plagued by the horrible past he is chained to, but it is difficult to reign in himself when it concerns you.

at first, he merely thought of it as simple infatuation; a fleeting thought that will soon pass as he approaches his goal, foregoing anything—even his humanity.

still, you occupied his thoughts like a stubborn vermin. you refused to leave his mind; everything about you was everything he was supposed to detest. righteous, with an honorable streak that he thinks he used to have. perhaps blade was being too generous with himself. he could never compare to you.

but that mere infatuation blossomed into something more and blade detests it. he hates how it makes him feel emotions that he thought he was no longer capable of. you were a thorn in his side, one that he can’t seem to get rid of no matter how much he wanted to.

“you love me.” you stated back then—your eyes glimmering, and the stars in the galaxy cannot compare to the beauty of yours. blade scoffed, his own hues boring into yours. “cocky. you seem to have mistaken my generosity for your life for something else.” blade responded with a finality in his tone; a warning in his sharp words.

but you didn’t listen.

you stepped closer to him; close, until blade can see the flecks in your hues, can gaze at the lashes that fluttered with your blinks. until blade is enveloped by only you and his thoughts are full of you and your annoyingly pretty face.

“i am not cocky—with how you treat me, it is impossible to not notice, blade.” you whispered, your voice akin to the silk that caresses your porcelain skin. blade scoffs, again, and it makes you smile. “perhaps you think of me as oblivious, or maybe even unbelievable, but i know what i see, blade.” the way you looked at him made the edges of his hair stand—it made his fingers twitch for anything to put distance between the two of you.

all because he couldn’t hide his damn feelings.

“so what will it be, blade?” you cock your head to the side, that infuriating smile on your face—unafraid of staring down a man hunted across the universe. as if his own feelings were enough to deter him from simply thrusting his weapon through you.

and he, once again, despises that your way of thinking is correct.

he should pull away; put some distance between the both of you. laugh at your face and call you arrogant for thinking a stellaron hunter could ever fall in love—but if he did that, then wouldn’t that be lying to himself? he’s never been a good liar—both to others, and to himself. he could never deceive himself, no matter how much deceit he weaves in his words.

instead, he finds himself waking to the sound of your soft snores. he finds his figners graze the gentle slopes of your nose, to the softness of your cheeks. he finds himself gazing at your lashes that flutter as you squeeze your eyes slightly, murmuring out incomprehensible words from your parted lips. he thinks it’s in the lines of: “get away.”

he is being selfish, again. once he catches up with his past—and isn’t that ironic, because isn’t it usually the past catching up to others?—he will have to leave you. he’ll have to look away and turn his back on you, in order to accomplish what he wishes to do.

in a way, you knew that. you knew the inevitable, the happy ending you dreamt of was merely that. a dream that couldn’t come true. if eliot himself has deduced that there is no way for an ending for you both, then what else can he do?

he should have pulled away that day. instead, he let himself be swept up in your charming words and in the way your eyes captivated him; how your words spun him around until he was putty in your arms, yearning for more, wanting for the only thing that could never be his.

blade doesn’t find himself regretting that he chose to take your hand, though. he doesn’t let himself because if he did—well, wouldn’t that mean his feelings were simply too shallow? perhaps this was the universe’s way of challenging him, bending him to the will the fates have decided.

as he gazes at your prone form next to him, hand gently wrapped in his as you breathed—consciousness deep into a dreamland, blade squeezes your hand softly.

if the universe cannot let you both be together, then blade will simply have to find a universe that will allow it. if that doesn’t come true, then blade will bend the whims of the universe to his command.

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summertime—sweetness.

─┈ in which the cloud general of the xianzhou luofu finds peace in how you smile.

ㅤ─┈ jing yuan x gender neutral reader. a small drabble to kick start this blog!

❪⠀themes : fluff & romance!⠀❫

as the general of the xianzhou luofu and the most important man present in the ship, jing yuan has always been surrounded by people who were related to his work. yanqing, his young and dutiful retainer. fu xuan, master diviner of the divination commission. yukong, helm master of the sky—faring commission.

it isn’t uncommon to see jing yuan surrounded by extremely important people; asides, when he’s leaving work to find a good place to nap. the general of the xianzhou luofu is also a member of the seven arbiter general of the cloud knights and the six charioteers.

what was uncommon, though, was to see jing yuan be accompanied by a perfectly normal person that resided in the xianzhou luofu. commonfolk would clamor you once the general left your side to attend his duties, questioning why the ever so elusive and mysterious cloud general spend time with you.

though your answer— “he finds my presence enjoyable! we play chess often.” — would often leave them unsatisfied, only jing yuan would be able to answer that. perhaps fu xuan too, if she dared to rely on her divination. she wouldn’t, though. not after jing yuan himself warned her not to.

jing yuan found peace in your smile.

the first time he saw you smile, he was out with yanqing, surveying the busied streets of the ship. people parted for the general, offering their respects and well—wishes, which he was immensely grateful for. no matter how many times the people in the ship thanked him, jing yuan found it heartwarming all the while.

and yet—nothing could quite compare to your smile.

optics of molten gold catches sight of your smile—his eyes, ever so charming yet meticulous, hidden behind curtains of white. the cloud general found himself stunned; rooted to the spot, as he gazes at your smile. perhaps for others, it was another smile in the sea of other smiles, but it was different for the dozing general.

he finds himself drawn to it—to the way your eyes sparkled slightly in the sunlight, how your smile made the corners of your hues crinkle. the full cheeks, dusted by roses blooming ethereally, partnered with the soft laugh you let out—his favorite melody, unbeaten.

it was not a question of “why?”, but a statement of “because.”

why was jing yuan drawn to you? because he found your smile utterly captivating, he loves seeing you smile, he loves hearing you laugh—like the first taste of iced cold tea after a long day of training, akin to the sweet—sourness of lemongrass steeped into it. or, maybe even the first beam of sunlight after tedious cold nights. if jing yuan was a retired soldier who became a poet, he’d compare your smile to the first glances of light after a long battle, to the glow of a healer’s ability after suffering from an arduous wound.

for jing yuan, your smile was light itself; and as the cloud general of the xianzhou luofu, he found peace in it.

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delicate ﹠ ephermal as the brush of the cosmos paints a picture ‘pon canvas of deceitful 𝓁ove . . .

greetings. this is a writing blog dedicated to honkai : star rail. this blog mainly focuses on x reader themes with the requested characters. writer is over nineteen ﹠ i kindly ask that all minor blogs avoid interacting with my eighteen plus posts. ‹𝟹

⁺      ៹    ﹒ 💌 ⠀ ⠀ eulalia ∕ liah ⺌ 18+ she doll. seasian. university student so pardon for sporadic activity.

masterlist. ʚ rules. ʚ banner credits.

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⁺      ៹    ﹒ 💬 liah’s masterlist.

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ໒ a collection of all my written works. you may not edit, translate, copy, or upload on another site unless i permit it.

jing yuan.

꒰ summertime—sweetness. — in which the general of the xianzhou luofu is deeply in love with your smile. fluff, romance.

꒰ in our wildest dreams. — the hsr characters as your cliché college tropes. romance, fluff, modern au.

blade.

꒰ ichorial greed. — in which the stellaron hunter, feared by many, is willing to bend the universe to his will in order to be with you. angst, comfort, romance.

꒰ in our wildest dreams. — the hsr characters as your cliché college tropes. romance, fluff, modern au.

kafka.

꒰ in our wildest dreams. — the hsr characters as your cliché college tropes. romance, fluff, modern au.

dan heng.

꒰ in our wildest dreams. — the hsr characters as your cliché college tropes. romance, fluff, modern au.

veritas ratio.

꒰ when sparks fly. — dr. ratio finds himself deeply in love with you. romance, fluff.

꒰ angélique. — dr. ratio comforts you after you fail an exam. romance, light angst, hurt w comfort.

꒰ sweet temperance. — dr. ratio and child reader being the sweetest duo. platonic, fluff, very light angst.

march 7th graphic edit can be found here.

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꒰ RULES REGARDING REQUESTS. !

i accept any genre: fluff, smut, and angst. writings with sensitive content will naturally be tagged for everyone’s comfort.

i don’t just write romantic works; i also accept works that have familial or platonic intentions! ♡

works will automatically be gender neutral if the sender does not specify a gender.

for headcanons, the character limit is four. for drabbles, the character limit is two.

specific fics with a requested plot will have a limit of two characters. however, these type of requests will naturally take a long time to compose. please have patience!

do not rush me when requesting! i’m a busy university student so i naturally prioritize my studies.

i do not accept romantic fics with minor characters.

march 7th graphic edit can be found here.