#hsr dr ratio

[incorrectstarrailquotes]

Aventurine: If you ever get tired of me, please let me know.

Topaz: We've been friends for two years.

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Aventurine: If you no longer want to be around me, I understand.

Dr. Ratio: We've been married for five years.

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Aventurine: If you have no more use for me, please just tell me.

Jade: I'm your mom!

Jade:

Jade: But okay.

[orchestrated-haunting]

he’s standing on a box

[lost-in-my-world-of-dreams]

ratio looks very huggable and squishable to me. i just wanna squeeze him and his face. maybe give him a little kiss too. i just want to hug this man. i want to hug the pixels.

so anyways hc that ratio is surprisingly good at hugging and would be a fantastic weighted blanket if you somehow convinced him to do that for you.

[aventurinnnnie]

Aventurine and Ratio getting ready for a date and Aven seeing Ratio for the first time and it goes like:

Aven: Doctor you’re…

Ratio: Huge? Really gambler? Enough of these curd jokes right now I’m sick of it

Aven: Gorgeous…

Ratio: Oh.

And then Ratio short circuits from homosexuality

[aventurineswife]

Aventurine, Ratio, Boothill and Sampo got body swap with reader

“Today, you're me and I'm you”

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Boothill x Reader, Sampo x Reader, Platonic, Body Swap, Humor, Chaos, Identity Confusion, Transformation.

Warnings: Mild language, Slight violence(?), Confusion and identity crises, Possible mild awkwardness from body swap dynamics, Some references to body-related discomfort, Potential for humorously exaggerated reactions to new forms.

Aventurine never expected the day would come when his flawless, sophisticated appearance would be swapped with someone else, especially not with you. One moment, he was standing tall in his usual impeccable outfit, the swish of his coat echoing his poised elegance, and the next, he was you—dazed, confused, and staring down at an unfamiliar set of clothes.

The first thing Aventurine noticed was how strange the sensation of your body was. It was… compact, not the tailored form he was used to, and the clothes? The fabric didn’t fit him properly. He could feel his heart race as the disorientation set in, something he was not accustomed to.

You, on the other hand, stood in Aventurine’s body, completely overwhelmed by the sophisticated cut of the clothing that clung to his frame. The peacock feather glimmering in the hat, the soft thrum of anticipation in his chest—his body seemed to hum with a strange energy. Even his glasses—rose-tinted—felt like an alien accessory on your face.

In his new body, Aventurine felt the power of his manipulative charm. The confidence that had always been there, hidden beneath a smile, now flowed effortlessly. He stood straighter, the sharp wit in his mind already beginning to work. He gave you a charming grin. “It seems that fate has decided to have a bit of fun,” he said, his voice smooth and playful, though his usual cryptic flair seemed less effective in this unfamiliar form.

You couldn't help but chuckle, noticing how his charismatic aura still somehow seeped through, even in his temporary state. “This is… odd, but not completely unbearable, is it?”

Aventurine’s lips quirked, “Strangely… no. But I wonder how you’ll fare with my usual responsibilities?”

The two of you were forced into roles you never would have imagined for yourselves—he in your body, you in his. As the day wore on, Aventurine quickly adapted, using his newly acquired form to charm his way through meetings and strategic discussions. He realized how much of a game his life was. But it was your mind that guided his movements, your hand that touched the fabric of his destiny. And for a fleeting moment, he wondered how it felt to live without always having to manipulate the outcomes.

Meanwhile, you—now in Aventurine’s body—fumbled through things that were second nature to him. But there was an odd comfort in the sheer elegance of his every action. You realized something deep about him—the effortless way he controlled and guided people with nothing but his presence.

It was a strange experience, a dance between you both as you swapped the roles of puppeteer and puppet, your understanding of each other shifting in ways you hadn’t anticipated.

It didn’t take long for Ratio to realize that something wasn’t right. One moment he was basking in the glory of his intellect, dictating profound ideas about the importance of eradicating ignorance and spreading knowledge across the universe, and the next, he was—well, you. A flurry of thoughts rushed through his mind, as his expert control over his own body was suddenly gone.

The disorientation was almost maddening for someone so precise in both mind and form. He blinked—your eyes were not his, yet they still glowed with the same fiery determination that burned in his own. But it was the body that truly threw him off: clumsy and strange, foreign yet intimately yours.

He stood in your body, his fingers brushing unfamiliar fabric as he tried to make sense of the new sensation. His usual air of superiority faltered. “What kind of bizarre cosmic trickery is this?” he muttered to himself, brushing back strands of his newly acquired hair that felt too soft compared to the usual texture of his wavy violet locks.

Meanwhile, you, now inhabiting Ratio’s body, were struggling to keep up with his monumental intellect. His brain was filled with theories and facts, some that you could grasp and others that you couldn’t, like trying to read a book in an entirely new language. But there was an undeniable rush to the experience—a strange feeling of empowerment, to feel like you could accomplish anything, if only you could access all of it.

Ratio, in your body, was much less composed. You noticed how his personality started to crack when his usual confidence faltered. He paced back and forth, mumbling under his breath, trying to figure out how he could regain control of his situation. "This is utterly... inconceivable," he grumbled. "And what are these emotions? How do you function with this incessant need for... for... connection?"

You couldn’t help but laugh, the voice of his frustration amusing as you adapted to the newfound power in his frame. "You’d be surprised. You’re not the only one with a brilliant mind," you teased, trying to sound as intellectual as he would, though your unfamiliarity with his erudite style made it come out a little more playful than you intended.

As the day passed, Ratio found himself forced to engage with your responsibilities while you, in his body, tried to handle his lofty ideals. By the end of the day, there was a shared understanding—he couldn’t fully comprehend your world, and you couldn’t fully comprehend his—but both of you walked away with an invaluable lesson in perspective.

Boothill, a creature of vengeance, had always worn his identity like a badge of honor. The weight of his mechanical limbs, the edge of his cowboy persona, were all his own. But when the body swap hit, he was taken aback. One moment, he was sharpening his guns, preparing for another bounty hunt, and the next, he was staring at his hands—your hands.

"What in tarnation...?" Boothill growled, his voice now awkwardly foreign in a body he didn’t recognize.

Meanwhile, you found yourself staring back at Boothill’s signature red scarf and rugged cowboy body. The weight of his mechanical limbs felt heavy on your frame, the sheer force of his presence almost overwhelming. His boots felt too big, and the sensation of his long white hair flowing past your shoulders was a bizarre, disorienting thing.

Boothill didn’t quite know what to make of this. You had his body now—his cybernetic enhancements, his unwavering drive for revenge. But it was your mind guiding his movements. At first, you felt like an imposter—this wasn’t you. But as time went on, something within you clicked. Maybe it was the gun in your hand or the thrill of the chase, but you began to move with a kind of dangerous fluidity, just like Boothill.

“Guess I’ve got no choice but to walk in your boots for a while,” you muttered, the words coming naturally despite the disorienting feeling of someone else’s rage bubbling inside you.

Boothill, in your body, was even more frustrated. Your form wasn’t accustomed to the mechanical precision of his body. His mind was sharp, always calculating, but now, trying to function in your body, it was more difficult than he anticipated. “This is absurd. I can’t feel the gun as well, and this body is too... soft. How do you stand it?”

"You’ll figure it out," you shot back, spinning Boothill's gun expertly. "But I don’t know if I’ll last long with your anger burning through me."

The two of you spent the day navigating the harsh world of vengeance from different perspectives, each of you learning something valuable about the body you had stolen—Boothill about your resilience, and you about his need for closure.

When the body swap hit, Sampo barely even flinched. After all, he was used to change, used to the chaos. But waking up in your body was a new experience for him.

The first thing Sampo noticed was how small your body felt compared to his usual tall, lean frame. His light skin, dark blue hair, and mismatched gloves didn’t seem quite so impressive when he looked at himself from your perspective.

He grinned mischievously, “Well, well, looks like the tables have turned. I’m you now, huh?”

You were less than impressed, standing in Sampo’s body, feeling the weight of his charm press against your every thought. Sampo was a master of words, a smooth-talker who could convince anyone to buy into his schemes. But you now realized how tiring it could be to maintain that façade.

Sampo reveled in the new body, instantly seeing the potential for profit. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he casually walked around in your frame. “Oh, I can already feel the gears turning, ready to hustle someone out of their last coin.”

Meanwhile, you, stuck in Sampo’s body, tried to keep up with his unpredictable and slippery behavior. “I don’t think this is the time for business, Sampo. We need to figure out how to switch back.”

But Sampo only laughed, “Don’t worry, I’ve got it all figured out. For now, though, I think it’s time we made a little profit out of this situation.”

By the end of the day, both of you had adapted in your own ways—Sampo, using his new-found ability to talk circles around people, and you, beginning to understand the fine art of deception. As always, Sampo made everything seem like a game—one that you were now reluctantly part of.

[squiddy-god]

Aaaaaaaa i just read your dr ratio stuff and they are so good 🤭

Can i request dr ratio with a male reader who often drinks and he has to deal with them while they are drunk or something like that? thaaank you

Hehehehe yes I absolutely can write this. I think this is a rather cute idea and i love writing ratio so much <3 this is just a short little drabble

Request open ♥︎ don't be shy!

Cw : male/masc! Reader, cute fluffy confession, short fic, reader is drunk and drinks, established relationship 

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Ratio didn't often drink, the pungent smell and burning in the back of his throat was not unpleasant, but the way it dulls the senses and mind were less than his ideal evening. The man sitting next to him didn't seem to have the same reservations. Often would he plead to the doctor, poking and prodding until he agreed to go out to a bar and relax for a while.

This is how the great and esteemed dr ratio found himself in this situation, with a drunk man hanging on his arms and slurring his words with a flirty grin. The good doctor was currently trying to drag you home, scolding your drunk self as he carried you like a belligerent toddler in his arms. “I warned you not to drink in excess” he scolded, muttering a barely audible “idiot” under his breath. But it seemed that it had no sobering effect, you only seemed to nuzzle your face to the crook of his neck while babbling drunkenly. “Mmmmm doctorrrrrr~ so mean to me~ hnnnnnn…my boyfriend wount liek thisss” you slur out now trying to push away from ratios arms. The only problem giving him a headache was that he IS your boyfriend. “Oh?and who is this supposed boyfriend” seeing your angered face is amusing to him, the look of offense at his implication that he didn't believe you. 

“I do have a boyfriend!! And he's so handsome and mm sm..art hehe” you cant even finish your rant before the swooning and melting is too much, a compliant puddle in his arms as he makes his way to the closest taxi. “Hmm. a shame he's in love with a drunk fool” this comment only made you swoon more, half yelling about how your boyfriend in question loves you so much. 

Yet for all the headache you cause him, as he lays you down in bed with a glass of water, as he watches your sleeping face…he can't deny that he is indeed in love with a silly man. His idiot.

[choshasan]

Tragic backstory overdramatic but still wildly intelligent, super stylish and pretty peacock blonde bf

x

Super smart & sick and tired of people and life, really autistic, "I don't like him" bf

Amazing ship.

[spiritofpassionfruit]

its always "Aventurine takes Sparkle's invitation" this and "Worm Dr Ratio theory " that but never "laughing fools Raturine because their relationship is a clownfest".

[finnzermeow]

doodle

[10yrratiolover]

When I saw the Trailblazers' Splash Art for Path of Remembrance, I couldn't help but remember that canonically the raccoons consider Ratio their father figure, as revealed to us by a dialogue in 2.4.

I just hope that MHY will confirm that Ratio is from Amphoreus (since strangely he's the only one we're missing to have his first rerun of all they carry, ignoring Boothill) or some of his lore.

I find the Trailblazers and Dr. Ratio's dynamic to be so fun, I wish there was more fan content of them honestly (I might have to make that myself).

Anyway I do really hope we get any content of him in Amphoreus, especially since it is pretty low hanging fruit since if I remember right Amphoreus is based off Greece. It seems like such an obvious lore connection and I'm going to be extremely disappointed if nothing is done with it. :(

Honestly I'll take any crumbs, I was thrilled over his Dream Peek call in 2.6 but it feels like he should be at least a little relevant on the planet that he's seemingly based on the same culture of.

[authormorganlawson]

watching me play genshin is just watching me run through the desert being mad that i have trouble seeing sand pupas and also just me yelling, "whERE'S ALHAITHAM AND KAVEH???" or just me exploring somewhere i absolutely should not be yet

watching me play hsr is just watching me kick my feet and giggle as ratio, aventurine, and moze get stuck in an endless follow-up loop, before i start screaming at boothill to stop dying every ten seconds

[fooxy]

Rabbit hole)

I was going to draw Aventurine to go with him, but... Maybe some other time?

[leisomnium]

casual aventurine and ratio !!🗿🦚

[drdepper]

🍎🦆?

[aventurinnnnie]

Ratiorine headcanons that is totally not projecting

Aventurine can’t have anything around his neck because he freaks out and it feels like chains (including tight shirt collars and stuff)

And Ratio is the only one who actually manages to pick up up on it and that Aventurine trusts enough to move stuff away from his neck and pull his shirt down if need be

Ratio is always there to help Aventurine stabilise himself and help him feel safe

[aventurineswife]

hi hellooooo ive never sent in a request to anyone before so i hope im doing this right but i rlly love ur writing and ur works so i wanted to approach u with my little idea and see ur take on it :)

how do you think aventurine and ratio would go about celebrating their anniversary with their partner? would it be through nice gifts, something more heartfelt, or maybe spending the day alone with them? rlly interested to see what you think !! again i really love your writing and would love to see your ideas :) might start requesting things regularly if i have any more ideas heheh

Surprise Anniversary! <3

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Anniversary Celebration, Fluff, Romantic Gestures, Personalized Gifts, Sentimental Moments, Playful Love (Aventurine), Intellectual Love (Ratio), Domestic Bliss, Light Angst (Healing Undertones).

Warnings: Mild emotional vulnerability, Implied deep emotional scars (Aventurine), Mention of intellectual themes (Ratio).

A/N: Writing this after a married ratio fic, honestly fits so well 🤭

The moment Aventurine woke up, his eyes glittered with mischief as he smiled at you. "Darling," he purred, brushing a lock of hair from his face, "you didn’t think I’d forget today, did you?"

Aventurine lived for the grandiose, and your anniversary was no exception. The day began with an invitation—a card sealed with golden wax, summoning you to a private casino event he'd arranged. When you arrived, the room was aglow with golden chandeliers, and every surface sparkled with decadent decor that screamed luxury and sophistication. At the center of it all, Aventurine waited, dressed impeccably in his fancy roulette-themed attire, his peacock feather earring catching the light.

The event was filled with games tailored to your shared memories. One table featured trivia about your relationship, where every correct answer granted a custom prize he had designed just for you—tokens of love disguised as chips that he playfully wagered throughout the day.

“You always keep me on my toes, my love.” you teased as he presented you with the final gift: a heart-shaped roulette wheel, spinning with vibrant gemstones. Each gem, he explained, symbolized a significant moment in your relationship.

Finally, the two of you ended the day alone on a balcony overlooking the city. Aventurine, ever the charmer, held your hand and whispered, “Life’s a gamble, my darling, but betting on us has always been my safest wager.” The sincerity in his voice melted through his playful façade, and he kissed you under a canopy of stars.

Ratio wasn’t one for extravagant displays, but his anniversary plans were no less profound. When you woke up, you found a small, handwritten note on your bedside table:

"Meet me in the study at noon. - V."

The study, one of his favorite places, had been transformed. Bookshelves that usually housed tomes of academic knowledge now displayed mementos from your time together—ticket stubs, photographs, and little trinkets he had quietly preserved over the years. A large chalkboard stood at the center, covered in meticulously written equations. As you approached, you realized it wasn’t math—it was a timeline of your relationship, each formula symbolizing a shared moment.

Ratio stood nearby, his hair swept to one side, his alabaster sculpture absent to reveal his face fully. “I thought it was time to teach you something,” he said with a rare softness in his tone. “An equation I can’t solve alone.”

He handed you a piece of chalk and invited you to complete the final step. Together, you wrote an expression symbolizing your future—a life shared, balanced, and ever-growing. Ratio’s eyes glimmered with emotion as he said, “This is the only theorem that matters to me.”

To end the day, Ratio surprised you with a private dinner, the table surrounded by projections of your favorite constellations. As you dined, he spoke of his admiration for your support and how you inspired him to push beyond his self-imposed boundaries. “You’ve always been my muse.” he confessed, his voice steady but filled with unspoken gratitude.

As the evening came to a close, Ratio gifted you a bracelet adorned with tiny owl charms, symbolizing wisdom and protection. “So that no matter where I am,” he explained, “a part of me is always guiding you.”