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[10yrratiolover]

I wanted to ask a question about a part of ratio's lore

He joined the Intelligentsia guild why was he left with no choice ? Since he wasn't noticed by Nous and he also didn't join the genius society ?

( forgive me if this is a silly question 🥲 but I didn't quite understand this part )

* and I apologize if there are any spelling mistakes, I'm using Google Translate

I don't think there's a canonical reason stated for why he joined the Guild, however it could be possible that he joined the Guild because aiming higher wasn't working despite his efforts.

However, I am more inclined to believe that he is in the Guild for more genuine reasons, or, for reasons that aren't tied to the Genius Society at all. The data bank states that "The Guild is willing to accept all beings from the infinite universe who seek to learn, as well as providing all that is needed for the full pursuit of knowledge."

Not only does the Guild promote a space for learning, it also promotes a space to share that knowledge, stating: "Members trade knowledge for wisdom and formulas for recipes, seeking to achieve mastery."

So, essentially the Guild is like metaphorical economy or trading hub that uses knowledge instead of money or goods. Ratio is a teacher within the Guild, seeing as someone with his intelligence and publicly known accomplishments could easily get a better job, I believe that he chooses to teach in order to spread his knowledge. His desire is to 'cure idiocy' and, what better place than somewhere that actively encourages spreading knowledge?

Though, the data bank does also state that: "Only the cream of the crop can become members of the Genius Society, but the Intelligentsia Guild wastes not." Which is an interesting quote to observe when speaking about Ratio in particular, sort of implying a sense of 'hey they won't take you, but we will!'

[bylrndgm]

The First Shadow's cast announcement!!!

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To be fair the Etho-Bdubs convo was in the beginning of the episode but 💀

[mari-lair]

Day 5: Apocalypse AU

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mermay has me in its tight grip and its only partially cause i dont have to draw legs

also fish dad is now finally a fish

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something for the reaper simps

[ for reapember's 3rd prompt: fangs ! ]

this one is under the cut bc its a tiny bit suggestive,,

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INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE Cast Diaries, episode 2

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Offer.

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Chenford & Java Crumbs Per Episode:  Episode 5x18 Double Trouble

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Webtoons/A03 /Instagram/Tumblr Sideblog Thank you again for reading! ;_: <33333 And thank you to everyone still following this little story despite the long waits between updates :).

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Feed us more digital time, we’re starving for it

This is how he got over the phobia methinks

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doodle dump of mother stuff from over the last couple of months

[cirusthecitrus]

Moar Young Prime/Kur twins AU stuff has piled up!

I even tried experimenting a lil bit and was so brave about it! (but im still scared of working with color bleh)

*Average life expectancy of a spacebat is +-200 years, so YeAh, these two are just 8ft babies everybody point and laugh

[mari-lair]

The clock keepers' uniform involves capes to protect them from the cold of Kako and Mirai's city of snow. Keeping up the pattern of every school mystery clothes reflecting their past living situation.

Akane loses energy in the heart of his own boundary but has resistance to it.

[mickittotheman]

hello new friend! ✨️

saw that post about random questions for your stories, i am yet to read much of your works besides the most recent galladrabble!

so help me get started, what's your favourite fic you've written? maybe your favourite line even? what inspired it?

New friend❗️❗️❗️❗️ 💫✨️ Thank you so much for the ask, I've been waiting to get home from work ALL DAY so I can answer this lol.

So, I do have some (very old) works floating around from past fandoms, but so far the only gallavich fics I've posted have been my drabbles.

But! I have been working on a gallavich fic since like a few weeks before I even made this sideblog, and by "working on", I mean "like over 100k into it so far and not even close to done"

Posting full chapters before I'm done with the entire fic always makes me nervous because what if i have a new idea and need to go back and change something, but I'm always happy to share scenes in the meantime!

Basic premise is it's a vaguely canon-compliant-ish au except they never met growing up. Ian is in his EMT post- Caleb era, and Mickey is newly escaped from the Milkovich House of Horrors and working as a bartender. Inspiration wise, I got this idea for one specific line (from IGGY of all people. like don't get me wrong Iggy is cool and all, but I honestly never thought about him that much until my need to write a stupid pun overcame me) and it somehow snowballed into an Entire Plot.

Anyways, long ramble aside, I have included one of the earlier scenes below if you are interested but if not of course that's fine okay byyyyeeeee 🫣 🤐 😶

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“Third drink of the night, Red,” Mickey says, sliding the newly filled glass of sprite back over to him. “Gonna hafta cut you off soon.”

“Ha fucking ha,” Red grumbles. Glares. Doesn't even try to hide the amused sparkle in his eyes.

He’s been acting weird today, though. Weirder than he usually is, and he’s already usually pretty fucking weird, so that's saying something. 

He keeps shooting Mickey these little looks. Scrunching his brows together. Fiddling with his glass.

Mickey braces himself when Red suddenly takes a deep breath and opens his mouth, dreading what the guy might say. Might ask.

“Why do you call me Red?”

Mickey blinks. Out of all the questions he’d been steeling himself for, that hadn't been one of them. He’s not expecting it. Not expecting the serious look on Red’s face as he asks it. “Uh. Your hair. It’s red,” Mickey says like an idiot, as if the guy isn’t fucking aware of that fact.

Red huffs and rolls his eyes. Squints at Mickey suspiciously. Fiddles with his drink again. “Kinda starting to feel like you just don’t know what my name is.”

“Yeah, I don’t,” Mickey snorts.

Red falters. Nearly tips his glass over. “Seriously?” he asks. Looks a bit put out, a bit annoyed, a bit hurt, and over all really fucking ridiculous. “You don’t remember my name?”

Mickey cocks his brows. “You never fucking told me it, man.”

“I did! I–” Red’s eyes dart around, and Mickey assumes he’s flitting through his memories, trying and failing to find the moment he introduced himself. His skin goes all flushed (and Mickey doesn't think its adorable, because it’s fucking not) and he buries his face in his hands dramatically. “Oh my god. I am such an idiot.”

Mickey bites at his lower lip to reign in the smile threatening to pop up. Raps a fist on the bartop. “You good? You’re looking kinda red there, Red.”

Red splays out his fingers and aims a glare at Mickey from behind them. “Ian. My name’s Ian.”

Ian. 

Mickey rolls it around in his head, on his tongue, getting used to the flavor of it. Ian. It’s good. Short and sweet, just like ‘Red’. Same amount of letters and everything. Flows better, though, the kind of name that sounds good when it's drawn out long and slow in a groan.

Holy fuck does Mickey need to get it together, this shit is getting fucking ridiculous. 

Red– Ian– has regrouped himself while Mickey’s brain was falling to shambles. His pouty glare is back to full strength as he crosses his fucking treetrunk arms across his wide chest and fucking focus, Milkovich. “You didn’t think to fucking ask me what it was? This whole time?”

Mickey shrugs. Rubs at his lip. “Figured if you wanted me to know you would’ve told me.”

Ian uncrosses his arms to flail his hands around. Nearly knocks over his drink again. Mickey sagely reaches over and pushes it out of the danger zone. “Of course I wanted you to know! You think I wanted you to refer to me in your head by the color of my hair every time you think about me?”

“Who the fuck says I spend anytime thinking about your sorry ass?” Mickey shoots out, immediately on the defensive, because yeah, maybe he does spend too much fucking time thinking of Ian, but he’s not just gonna fucking admit to that.

Ian perks up at that. Grins that fucking grin that Mickey knows by now means trouble. “Didn’t say they had to be thoughts about my ass, specifically, but–”

“Shut the fuck up, Red–”

“Ian.”

“Ian,” Mickey mocks. He doesn't think he’s entirely imagining the way something sparks in Ian at the sound of his name in Mickey’s mouth, but he could just be confusing it with the way something in his own body gets set ablaze. 

They both swallow. Mickey can see Ian’s adam's apple bob with it. He forces himself to tear his gaze away from Ian’s throat.

He thinks maybe Ian might be flirting with him sometimes. Maybe. But he’s not sure. Isn’t used to this. 

Before, he’d always scope out his options, settle on a guy who seemed safe enough. Wouldn't have to say a word. Would just catch their eye, cock his brow, and jerk his head towards an exit. If they followed, great. If not, whatever. No skin off Mickey’s back.

He’s never done whatever this shit is. If this shit even is anything. Which, again, it could be.

Probably isn’t. He’s probably just gone too long without getting his dick wet. Is probably just pining like some fucking school girl after the unattainable quarterback, seeing signs that aren’t there. Fucking pathetic.

It ain't right. Mickey’s not fucking pathetic. He’s just not.

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That’s what he tells himself, at least, when he’s leaning his back against his front door hours later. Breath still panting, hand still shoved down his now sticky boxers, tongue still tasting Ian’s name, not even having made it to his fucking bed in his rush to get in and get off.

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[piquuroblox]

Giggles... relationship charts!!! The not knower.....

And the colored doodle I used in thr 1st one

Hits a jig

BLOSSOM NO DONT ADMIRE DANDY HE’S EVIL AND WICKED.