#ic. — ratio.

[soursoppi]

Who gets dibs on the chicken wing?

[itsredpaint]

based on a conversation

[oyasumiya]

ice breaker

[arom-antix]

Me? Posting finished art? Ain't no way :O

No but @korruptbrekker reached out to me and asked if I was interested in doing a collab (go check out their piece here, I implore you), and you know I could not say no to such a wonderful artist asking lil ol me to do something fun like this. We ended up doing a swap @laugaheim and I came up with ages ago that I so sussinctly refer to as a moodboard-sketch-lineart-render swap. Rolls right off the tongue, right? Nah but it's exactly what it says. Make moodboards, swap and sketch from the other's, swap again and line the other's sketch, and then swap once again and finish the piece you sketched.

Very big thanks to Brekker for reaching out! This was so fun, I hope we can do something together again in the future!

[not-poignant]

wait okay so now that you're seriously thinking of publishing, will you be writing a new prequel to game theory with the new 'Canon'? like the story as it's meant to have happened between gwyn, augus, terho and the nightingale, or are we just starting from game theory?

ALSO I'm so glad that you might be publishing the ftv soon for wholly selfish reasons -- you're clearly done writing about these characters, but personally I am nowhere near done reading about them, and I'm definitely not creative enough to write fanfiction myself either, so I'm just stuck rotating the characters inside my head like a microwave😭😭 it's really tough out here!!!

imagine the massive wave of new readers and the new community that's gonna come in once the story's more accessible... IT'S SO EXCITING

Hi anon!

No prequel, I'll be starting with Game Theory (and Deeper into the Woods will be published afterwards as a prequel, just as it was chronologically in general!)

Quite a bit of Game Theory is being edited and new content being added (anyone on the Gary & Efnisien tier can already see about 2,000 words of new content in the first three chapters alone, including new scene/s with Crielle), and some content being removed where it's OOC. The events with Terho and the Nightingale will be explained in Game Theory, with Gwyn likely meeting with Terho (or learning about him) a few times within.

As for Fae Tales, you know, it's nice to think there will be some new readers, and there might be like a handful or two, but there will be no massive wave. It is the least popular thing I've written in proportion to the amount of time I've put into it. Even the AUs have all generally done better proportionately.

It's one of the reasons I've never rushed to publish, honestly. It's a lot of work to put into something that you know will never financially justify itself. To the point where I think other projects are far more viable financially (Underline the Rainbow as a series I actually think would be great, because new, meaty omegaverse has a very intense (though small) fanbase and I think that series would bring more people in).

There would be no massive wave of new readers. I think we'd be lucky to see at most about 10 or 20 new folks, and I'll cherish everyone, but I'm also pretty realistic. More people find all my other works these days than Fae Tales, The Ice Plague is still one of the worst performing things I've written in proportion to length + time + work investment (despite being one of my favourite series out of anything I've written).

I think I'm realistic, and I also think there's a chance that the Fae Tales Verse if published could draw some haters. Most people don't want that level of BDSM in their epic fantasy, unless it's much lighter 'romantasy,' which Fae Tales definitely isn't. There's even a chance I might get my KDP author account suspended because of breaching content TOS/violations.

So yeah, it's a risk, but I'll take it. It's just not a risk I'm prioritising right now, because I can't see a way that the Fae Tales Verse will ever really go that far. Hand on heart, way more people who come over from my fanfiction find Falling Falling Stars and Underline and almost no one (with maybe a few exceptions - I love y'all) goes into the canon these days unless they're older / long-time readers.

[footballandshit]

Kylian Mbappé | 26 February 2023

Olympique de Marseille vs Paris Saint-Germain F.C.

[idalsomoongirls]

Artms for the Star magazine - Haseul & Heejin

[silverstarfics]

I have no excuse for why I made this I just thought it was funny. Anyway, introducing:

TAG Characters as Random Messages @astranite & I Have Sent To Each Other

Scott:

John:

Virgil

Gordon:

Alan:

Kayo:

Penelope:

Parker:

Brains:

EOS:

I promise I didn’t forget Grandma it’s just that Tumblr has its dumb 10 photos per post limit anyway her quote was going to be ‘we have displeased the rain gods’

[thecursivelegends]

𝐃 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒 𝐄 𝐑 𝐕 𝐈 𝐂 𝐄 𝐒

꒰ 🪸 ꒱ ࣪𓂂 ׅ ❝ Well, clearly the feelings are mutual. Not only did you obviously lie about whom you were, at least age wise. but, I wouldn't want to entertain a moron who can't even understand the nature of gravity if it had been written right in front of them. Negative 3 points. ❞

[soliloquics]

@kushtibokt : [ @ Ratio ]

　He has meditated his mistake. Though that choice had been his favorite piece of poetry yet, maybe it was not the most adequate one if he wanted to do any real flirting towards the doctor. So he's here to correct this, book in hand, and a big smile full of light mischief.

　His free hand gestures towards him, not another word to preface the verses that spill from him next, soft and carefully articulate.

　"From heaven or hell, O Beauty, come you hence? 　 Out from your gaze, infernal and divine, 　 Pours blended evil and beneficence, 　 And therefore men have likened you to wine."

　His fingers then move to gently touch the man's jaw, tilting his head to observe his eyes―beautiful, truthfully, he can't deny how fitting the next verse comes―and makes a motion to close the book, his attention enraptured by his face instead. He speaks next, entirely from memory:

　"Sunset and dawn within your eyes are fair; 　Stormlike you scatter perfume into space; 　Your kiss, a philtre from an amphora rare, 　Charms boys to courage and makes heroes base.

　Whence come you, from what spheres, or inky deeps, 　With careless hand joy and distress to strew? 　Fate, like a dog at heel, behind you creeps; 　You govern all things here, and naught you rue."

　He pauses, and gently caresses his digits along the man's face until he reaches his chin, taking on his features (that he truly never gets bored of, in all honesty), genuine fondness easily filters into his voice, and he can only be thankful that at the very least, being fond should be part of the role.

　"From heaven or the abyss? Let questioning be, 　O artless monster wreaking endless pain, 　So that your smile and glance throw wide to me 　An infinite that I have loved in vain."

　...He cuts the poem there, lost in thought after, fighting the temptation to close this performance with a gentle kiss―it's ultimately a lost battle, for when he leans closer towards the man, he plants his lips against him in a chaste kiss that perhaps, maybe, leaves imprint of affection that can't be simulated.

it   was   a   strenuous   ebbing   and   flooding   of   affection,   of   touches   that   lingered   with   sincerity   and   feelings   that   ran   more   deeply   than   infatuation.   feeling   drawn   to   the   gambler   was,   in   and   of   itself,   entirely   foolish.   his   life   hung   in   a   delicate   balance   of   his   own   doing,   and   his   heart   was   tattered   and   worn,   with   no   space   for   anyone   else   within   it.

releasing   him   would   be   a   kindness,   but   that   gambler   lived   for   the   thrill   of   risk,   and   ratio   was   more   and   more   convinced   that   he   had   become   irreversibly   entwined   with   that   greater   force   that   always   saw   him   the   victor.

the   first   few   lines   did   not   strike   the   right   cord;   he   found   them   misplaced   and   inaccurate,   closer   to   a   slight   than   flattery,   superficial   and   shallow,   for   he   was   perceived   to   be   far   harsher   than   he   truly   was.

were   it   not   for   the   way   the   stoneheart   carried   himself,   the   doctor   would   have   had   an   easy   time   turning   from   and   dismissing   his   words   (   in   irony   to   them   ).   alas,   as   the   book   was   closed   and   fingers   touched   to   his   skin,   he   felt   a   tug   at   his   chest.   the   content   of   those   verses   was   rendered   irrelevant,   his   voice   and   demeanour   carrying   the   display   far   better,   and   with   far   more   charm.

compelled   to   hold   his   gaze,   the   doctor   allowed   the   poem   to   flow   and   brush   past   him,   focused   on   nuance   instead,   and   once   it   was   concluded   and   the   gambler   left   moving   closer,   it   felt   as   though   his   heart   was   gently   breaking   apart.

eternally   doomed   to   orbit,   never   granted   more   than   what   aventurine   would   allow   him,   he   found   himself   ever   more   defeated   with   every   instance   of   affection.   it   was   a   leash,   be   it   voluntary   or   not,   keeping   him   close   but   always   directing   that   proximity   with   meticulous   care.

there   was   no   power   that   the   stoneheart   could   exert   over   him,   not   if   ratio   wished   to   oppose   it,   and   not   in   any   way   that   exceeded   the   privacy   of   two   man   stood   together   in   their   own   little   bubble,   but   the   doctor   found   himself   pining   senselessly,   longing   and   mourning—   though   never   hoping.

even   if   he   kissed   him   with   true,   sincere   affection,   the   gambler   would   always   be   a   victim   of   his   own   luck,   of   his   own   fate   and   his   own   ambitions.   he   would   not   let   himself   drift   too   far,   that   ratio   was   certain   of.

as   such,   he   merely   offered   a   soft,   slightly   frustrated   furrow   of   his   brows,   though   one   that   mainly   carried   an   unspoken   weariness   and   gradually   settling   defeat.

[asterisque]

Looks at Sunday's wanted poster- "Of course he's Imaginary- He doesn't have an ounce of creativity in himself~"

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Aventurine.

[starbursttide]

getting back into hsr so i wanted to draw some of my favorite guys :]

[gemkun]

i see now , this is all an elaborate plan to provoke some reaction. by losing the 50/50 in this gacha he attempts to coax out that . . . similar sensation that was elicited on “ keeping up with star rail “. but no , there will be no succumbing to this charade. why would there be any need for a response when there had been no intention of attaining him from the start ? fare — thee — well , gambler.

[iiryoku]

Aven is just flopping into Ratio's lap: hey there, handsome. You come here often?

Oh, the temptation to shove him off was itching at the tips of his fingers. However, due to his desk being so close, with important papers upon it, which he didn't desire to get scattered all over his floor, Ratio merely eyed him with a stoic, and rather, unimpressed expression.

❝ You're in my office, so I see that being a question waste of my breath, Gambler. Are you simply here to try and distract me from important matters or do you actually have something worthwhile that you wish to talk about- Also. Get. Up. ❞

[balemouns]

[About: Ratio] [x]

Send me “About [NAME]” for my character’s thoughts on another character! - no longer accepting!

"you'd like me to speak about the ratio of... what, exactly?" pauses, as though she's listening, then continues: "... you meant a person named ratio? I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting before."