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“You need something with which to occupy yourself, and taking care of animals can be psychologically stabilizing,” Ratio says. “These particular animals are self-sufficient enough to not be too much work for a first-time pet owner, but still possess conventionally appealing characteristics. Given your situation, they are the best option.”
“I don’t--” Aventurine exhales and pinches between his eyebrows. “Ratio, I don’t want pets.”
(While waiting to find out if he's been fired, Aventurine's been having some really, really unpleasant nightmares. Ratio brings him some creations to try to improve his mental health. They're surprisingly helpful--but they've got their work cut out for them.)
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08 Dec 2025
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paths to glory paved by blood; and some, by love by stagbody
Fandoms: Hades (Supergiant Games Video Games)
30 Nov 2025
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Of course he took the flame. As was ordained by the threads of fate; as was ordained by the uncontestable, unconditional love that coursed through him for mankind.
He took the flame. How could he not?
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08 Dec 2025
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When Aventurine adds an event to Ratio's calendar titled "Sexual Intercourse with Senior Manager Aventurine", he expects an angry text—maybe, a phone call if the doctor is feeling particularly zesty. What he does not expect is for Ratio to show up at his door, right on time, fully intending to make good on their appointment.
Or: Aventurine fucks around and gets fucked. Not a single lesson is learned.
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07 Dec 2025
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Dr. Ratio has second thoughts about an ongoing ‘arrangement’ with Aventurine.
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06 Dec 2025
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There was a strange silhouette outside, wide at the top then narrow, like an arrow pointing to the sky. The silhouette was floating, that’s what made it difficult to decipher.
A cool, clean feeling swept through Childe, and he suddenly didn’t feel the agony of his body at all.
“It’s you.” His voice cracked, came out barely above a whisper.
The silhouette was a man, hovering a few feet above the ground, hands raised at his sides to steady himself. His face was as pale and bloodless as the moon. In a soft, musical voice he said, “For fuck’s sake—where are your clothes?”