#hsr dr ratio

[iamcassian]

I really like @havanillas owl Ratio a lot.

Welcome back to another episode of Cass can’t draw feathers. Bowing down to havanilla’s skill in art in general but especially feathers and scales.

In the event that havanillas sees this I am your biggest fan I’m sorry 😭😭😭

[10yrratiolover]

some more Ratio headcanons since I can't make a more in depth post just yet!

I think he'd sleep with several pillows, he likes to think it's to help with proper positioning/skeletal & muscle support but he actually just likes having multiple

This one might make less sense since it's a liiittle protection-y but I think he'd prefer smaller rooms over bigger ones, bigger rooms feel more overwhelming since it feels like he sort of has to make use of all the space (idk how to explain it proper I just like being crushed in smaller spaces, I'm like the opposite of claustrophobic)

Big fan of birds I think, besides the owl motifs of his actual character

As a kid he didn't like playing with other kids that much since they 'didn't play right' and it would upset him when things went off his mental script

Used to be really insecure about his appearance as a kid/teen, he never really got over it he just stopped caring since he had bigger issues to deal with

He keeps and finds a use for every single gift he's gotten from one of his students, still uses a #1 Teacher mug he got like 7 years ago

He remembers all his students, regardless of if they ended up passing or failing, some of them come and visit him every once in a while to catch up

He's a plant mom and he takes great care of them

Has several things that are basically only used for one thing since he likes the routine of it (ex. he only drinks at certain type of tea out of this one specific mug, no other mug will do.)

Nobody can convince me he doesn't sleep naked, fancy/expensive pajamas be damned

Never thought hard enough about his sexuality since he had bigger issues, but I think he'd be asexual and either sex positive or neutral on the idea on actually having sex

I think he'd own a cat, she's named Vela after the constellation, she's absolutely spoiled to heaven and back

[kaeladrawsstuff]

weird way to flirt but ok

[aventurineswife]

Reader is the secret santa for Mortefi, Kaveh, Aventurine, Sunday, Ratio

-Smooch Anon 💋

Secret Gift for Special Someone!

Tags: Mortefi x Reader, Kaveh x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Fluff, Reader is their Secret Santa, Gift-giving, Romance(?), Sincere gestures, Thoughtful gifts, Lighthearted moments.

As Mortefi’s secret Santa, you understand that he is a man of precision and order. He values elegance in everything, even the smallest gestures. Knowing that he has an obsession with cleanliness and fine detail, you decide to go for something both practical and refined—a handcrafted, perfectly polished leather journal, with fine gold detailing on the edges, and a beautiful pen set made of rare wood and precious metal.

You know that Mortefi can be irritable when it comes to anything imperfect, but you manage to wrap the gift with exceptional care—his eyes will undoubtedly appreciate the craftsmanship. You add a small, personal note tucked inside, a subtle reference to his fondness for classical music. The message reads: “May this journal help you capture the symphonies of your thoughts, every note as sharp as your mind.”

When Mortefi opens it, his brows furrow in silent approval. "Well... this is adequate." he says, not one for overt displays of gratitude. But you can see the spark of appreciation in his eyes, and for a brief moment, his usually tense demeanor softens.

Kaveh’s idealism runs deep, and finding a gift for him is an emotional yet rewarding task. You know that Kaveh values beauty that serves a greater purpose, so you opt for a custom-designed, miniature architectural model of a space that symbolizes hope and kindness—perhaps a small, elegant garden pavilion with elements from Sumeru’s cultural heritage.

The model has intricate details: miniature flowers, a peaceful water feature, and tiny benches where people can rest and reflect. It’s not just a model; it’s a vision of the world Kaveh is always striving to build.

When Kaveh opens the gift, his heart stirs. He pauses before speaking, eyes softening as he looks at the model. "You’ve captured it perfectly." he says quietly, voice thick with gratitude. He places it on his desk as a reminder that despite all the struggles, beauty can still be created in this world.

Aventurine, ever the risk-taker and man of sophistication, would appreciate something a little more personal, yet still tied to his flair for the dramatic. You think of something that embodies both elegance and a sense of mystery—a custom-made deck of playing cards, each card featuring intricate designs that reflect various aspects of his personality. The Joker cards, for example, are styled with roulette wheels and playing cards, while the aces have elements symbolizing different strategic moves or his affinity for risk.

When Aventurine unwraps the gift, a glimmer of recognition lights up his face. "So, this is what you think of me, hmm?" he muses, running his fingers over the smooth edges of the cards. He’s usually all about strategy, but in this moment, you can see the smile that tells you your gift has struck the perfect balance of fun and sophistication.

"Care for a game later?" he asks with a playful glint in his eye, as if he’s always one step ahead. The cards now sit beside his other mementos, each one a reminder of your thoughtful gesture.

Sunday is a man who values balance and harmony above all, so you choose a gift that is both beautiful and meaningful. You know that his ideals often clash with the harsh realities of life, so you decide on something that symbolizes peace and serenity—an exquisitely crafted snow globe featuring a miniature replica of Sweetdream Paradise.

When Sunday opens it, his expression remains composed, but there’s an undeniable softness in his eyes as he examines the globe. The swirling snow inside the globe seems to mirror the tranquil world he often envisions—a place where pain no longer exists, but with the delicate beauty of impermanence.

“Thank you,” he says, his voice steady but warm. “This… this is a reminder of the world I strive for.” He carefully places it on a shelf, and for a moment, you both share a quiet understanding of the kind of world he wishes to create—one that might never come to be, but is worth dreaming about.

Ratio’s brilliance can make him difficult to shop for. He isn’t one for sentimental gifts, but you also know that he values knowledge above all else. So, you decide to combine practicality with intellectual stimulation by gifting him a rare, ancient manuscript—one that he would never have thought to acquire himself. The book is a long-forgotten treatise on the application of logic in art, beautifully preserved in a leather-bound edition with intricate golden lettering.

When Ratio opens the gift, his eyes immediately lock onto the manuscript, and you can see his usual arrogance soften into genuine admiration. “This is… impressive. You actually paid attention,” he mutters, flicking through the pages with a hint of excitement. His usual dismissiveness fades as he delves into the contents. "This will be useful. Thank you."

While he may not express overwhelming emotion, the way he later references passages from the manuscript as if they are his own ideas shows just how much your gift means to him. The small smile he tries to suppress is enough of a thank you.

[tokowwdefox]

Sorry for not posting, have avenday and ratiday tweets I made

[x3nafix]

If i dont see dr ratio tied up with a lack of clothing during christmas something very bad will happen

[leisomnium]

casual aventurine and ratio !!🗿🦚

[desm-doodle]

backlog part 3…

sorrrrrrta fell off the hsr bandwagon but here are some guys i drew anyway ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

and that concludes the hoyo backlog excursion

[toffi-fi]

another sketch sorry

[drdepper]

🍎🦆?

[maru557]

[hayilium]

Just drawings memes of them! x3

[taninininini]

quick doodles of domestic modern au sillies

[aventurineswife]

Heyyy! I would like to request something for Christmas!

baking christmas cookies together and then eating them all at once (this happened to me😔 I couldn't even give a few of them to my dad) you can choose whoever you want for this rq but pls include my glorious king Dr ratio 😋

I hope this rq is good enough for you 🥲 I feel like it's kinda blant

english is not my first language sry if I used the wrong grammar

stay safe and I hope aventurine shows up on your doorstep 🤭

Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice

Summary: When the holidays roll around, you and Ratio find yourselves in the kitchen, baking Christmas cookies together. What starts as a simple festive activity quickly turns into a blend of precision, intellect, and unexpected warmth. Amid the laughter, perfect frosting designs, and plenty of taste-testing, the two of you share a cozy winter evening, discovering that even the greatest minds can appreciate life’s sweetest moments.

Tags: Ratio x Reader, Fluff, Winter Special, Baking Together, Established Relationship, Cozy Winter Vibes, Intellectual Banter, Christmas Cookies.

A/N: nooo ☹️, maybe this year you could give your dad some cookies! Don't worry, you wrote it perfectly and thank you 🤭🫂🫶💖 i hope he does too🙈(love your Simeon pfp🤭)

The scent of cinnamon, nutmeg, and vanilla filled the air as snowflakes gently drifted down from the sky, coating the ground in a soft, silvery layer. The world outside the windows was quiet, a peaceful hush broken only by the occasional soft thud of a snowflake landing. Inside, the warmth of a cozy kitchen surrounded you and Ratio.

You looked over at him, standing at the kitchen counter with his usual assured expression, his wavy hair falling messily around his face as he concentrated on the task at hand. The kitchen was bustling with ingredients—flour, butter, sugar, and a few mismatched cookie cutters scattered across the counter. The smell of Christmas had already begun to permeate the space, though it wasn’t quite the holiday yet. Still, there was something about Ratio’s presence, even in a moment like this, that made everything feel just a bit more special.

“You know,” you said as you carefully sifted the flour into the mixing bowl, “I wasn’t sure how you would feel about baking cookies. I thought you’d be more inclined to read or teach me a new theory on knowledge.”

Ratio’s eyes, glowing with a tinge of yellow in the low light of the kitchen, shifted to you, and the faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “A fair assumption. However, knowledge comes in many forms. Understanding the delicate balance of flour, sugar, and butter—there’s something to be said for that too.” He paused, glancing at the rolling pin in your hands. “Besides, you’ve proven yourself to be quite the worthy student when it comes to recipes. I shall not let you dominate this culinary field without my… intellectual guidance.”

His tone was as confident as ever, but there was a slight playful edge to it, something you didn’t see often in the rigid, self-assured intellect he normally wore like armor. You chuckled, nodding as you grabbed the eggs.

“Alright, Dr. Ratio. What’s the next step, then?”

He examined the mixture carefully, and with a swipe of his hand, reached for the butter. "The butter must be at the perfect temperature," he began, his voice rich with the authority of someone who knew every microscopic detail. "If it’s too cold, the dough will be too stiff. Too warm, and the cookies won’t rise properly. I’ll handle the butter, as my delicate touch will ensure the right consistency."

You couldn’t help but grin, knowing that his precision was about to take over. But that was part of his charm—his pursuit of perfection, even in something as seemingly simple as baking cookies. As you worked together, the two of you fell into a comfortable rhythm, the warmth of the oven mingling with the warmth between you, a quiet moment of happiness amid the hustle of your usual lives.

An hour later, the cookies were ready to be decorated. You’d created a wide assortment—stars, bells, snowflakes—and now the most difficult part was upon you: the frosting. You’d hoped for a simple, orderly approach, but Ratio’s enthusiasm for intricate details soon led to a cascade of brilliantly intricate designs. Swirling, layered, and meticulously placed, every cookie was an academic masterpiece. They were works of art, the frosting patterns forming symbols and equations that only Ratio could translate.

“Well, this is certainly… thorough.” you said, admiring the beautiful cookies before glancing at him.

He met your gaze, eyes alight with pride. “Only the best for this holiday season.” His voice was smug, but there was a soft warmth in his expression that betrayed his usual aloofness. “Shall we taste our creations now?”

Before you could answer, he took one of the cookies and, with a flourish, handed it to you. “After all, one must taste what they create. It’s a vital part of the learning process.”

You took the cookie, biting into it. The frosting was rich, the cookie perfectly baked—soft with just the right amount of crispness. Your eyes widened in surprise.

“This is incredible. I might’ve underestimated you, Dr. Ratio.”

His grin widened, the usual intensity in his eyes flickering with something more genuine—a flicker of amusement.

“You underestimate me far too often,” he said, before he too grabbed a cookie and took a bite. “I must say, my intellect, as always, has produced a perfect result.”

You both laughed, and then, without warning, you found yourselves nibbling on one cookie after another, laughing and sharing the warm, comforting moment together. The kitchen, now filled with an assortment of delightful cookie designs, began to empty as the two of you devoured them all, not a single one left behind.

After a while, the once neatly arranged cookies were gone, and the two of you sat contentedly on the couch, a blanket over your legs, sipping hot cocoa.

“Next year,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder, “maybe we should try making gingerbread houses.”

Ratio looked at you, his thoughtful expression returning. “We could. But only if we can ensure that the structural integrity of the gingerbread walls is upheld by an intellectual design that matches my standards.”

You smiled, already knowing what you were in for next Christmas.

“Well, we’ve got a year to figure it out.” you said, taking another sip of your cocoa.

And as the snow continued to fall outside, you couldn’t help but feel that, in this quiet, simple moment, you’d found something far more valuable than the cookies themselves.

[tokowwdefox]

Merry Christmas, I'm feeling artblocked

[authormorganlawson]

I know that we all know about this being a thing but I'm thinking about it and going insane.