tw image of death
I’m seriously wondering if it makes sense to create more content for this concept. There are a couple of nuances I’d like to highlight(what awaited him on the ocean floor, how he became the kraken, and how Aventurine reacted upon witnessing the execution of Dr Ratio), but I’m more curious—what questions would you like to see answered about my storyline?
pt.1 pt.2
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.
just remembered that i've never shared these works here. even though they’ve been around for a long time, i still really like them.
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.
He’s whispering to the girl sitting on his lap, purring in her ear, and she laughs.
In front of them, on their knees, are the subordinates who have failed. He asks her:
— How should those who disobeyed the order be punished?
Feeling the power in her hands from a man like him, she replies playfully:
— Kill them!
He smirks, the men sweat and tremble. Amethyst purrs in her ear, asking if she will obey his orders. She smiles with glossy lips and nods. She touches his cheek with lipstick to reach ear, caressing the taut fabric across his crotch with her sharp-nailed fingers and whispers:
— Every single one.
Taking her firmly under the thigh, he kisses her neck, under her jaw. He slips his hand behind back and pulls out a gun. A vintage revolver. He thrusts it straight into her adorable doll hands.
Amethyst breathes into her cheek, speaking and kissing her skin with his words:
— Then kill them.
He hugs her tightly by the thigh, causing her to bend under his fingers like one of the famous statues. He looks at her as if a prayer is written on her cheek.
— That’s an order.
I’ve been thinking about eventually writing out Dr. Ratio’s full story in a literary way, but here’s a sketch of what’s on my mind right now.
Between earning one doctorate and the next, Ratio was the antithesis of a role model—or rather, an example of what not to do. He had casual sex relationships, but always protected himself. He drank, but never to the point of losing control. He didn’t smoke or do drugs, but he wouldn’t hesitate to inject himself with some newly developed serum.
He’d read the works of great philosophers for his PhD in philosophy, and when he got tired,he rolled up on a chair to the table to dissect a rat for his future doctoral dissertation in medicine. If he grew weary of that, he’d step away to a chalkboard covered in equations, crunching numbers for his PhD in physics—or, if that didn’t work, he’d switch to solving problems for his doctorate in mathematics.
This was a man caught between absolute self-improvement and absolute self-destruction.
What drove him to this? I’ll tell you, but maybe… a little later.