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Pirate AU! pt. 2

Ratio – the terror of pirates made flesh. Something drives him to sink overloaded ships.

Aventurine – henceforth a legendary pirate. A ghost pirate, killed by a terrible catastrophe, slain by the kraken. Slain by Ratio.

However, this was his plan all along: to gain enough power beyond the threshold of death to capture this kraken.

pt.1

Pirate AU!

Still undecided on what role to give Ratio—an esteemed doctor taken hostage, the captain, or a kraken/octopus-mermaid? Each of these would lead to a different storyline and dynamic, but I can’t decide which one to invest my time and energy in.

just hear me out-

Alhaitham, but as a reserved yet loving dad to a Wunderkind girl.

He’s the type who’s always buried in his books or lost in thought, but the moment his daughter walks in with a new invention or a question about the universe, he’s all ears. He doesn’t say much, but his quiet pride shines through when he watches her tinker with gadgets or solve problems way beyond her age.

He’s not one for big displays of affection, but he shows his love in small, meaningful ways—like leaving her little notes in her lunchbox with riddles to solve or staying up late to help her debug a complex project, even if he’d never admit it.

To the outside world, he’s the stoic, enigmatic scholar, but at home, he’s just “Dad”—the guy who secretly smiles when his daughter outsmarts him and who’ll always have her back, even if he expresses it in his own understated way.

Reverse AU Dr. Ratio and Aventurine p.3

first meeting

Thud. Crack. Clack-clack-clack.

The ball rolls off the cue's strike so smoothly it might as well be pulled by a string. It crashes into the neatly arranged formation of other balls, scattering them in every direction. Amethyst enjoys setting up challenges for himself in the game — driving balls into nearly impossible positions, forcing himself to strategize and strain for the next shot.

But this time, the balls don’t stop rolling. One by one, all fifteen scatter perfectly into the pockets, leaving the cue ball, the first ball — untouched in the center of the table.

At that very moment, a knock sounds at the door. Faceless men in plaster bust masks step aside to admit two figures: a similarly faceless servant and another man.

I happened to discover that Asaba Harumasa's name has Turkic roots, and it made me curious to draw him with some ethnic elements.