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somenerd3110 · 1 year ago

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† rest : dr. ratio.

❥ a gift for @somenerd3110 ❥ sick comfort things

the sterile scent of antiseptic that lingered in the air brought you to reality, a seemingly comfortable familiarity in comparison to the unknown, mostly white room. dr. ratio moved with practiced efficiency, footsteps soft but purposeful on the cold, tiled floor. the typical precision and detachment he exhibited in his work were somewhat softened by the worry visible on his face.

you lie in bed, the light sheets drawn up to your chest, your skin warm with fever, feeling as if it were crawling. it began with a slight cough, which you had brushed off as just a fleeting cold. however, it hadn't gone away. instead, the sickness took root in your lungs, turning each breath into a battle, as every cough sent waves of pain through your body. you had joked prior to the world going black about the well known 'death rattle' that sounded from you.

when dr. ratio had found you, trying to go about your day as if nothing was wrong, he had immediately taken charge, his usual calm demeanor giving way to a firm, almost protective concern. he wanted to, and would later on, give you a firm reminder to take better care of yourself. he had insisted you rest, and now, here you were, tucked into a bed in the medbay, under his watchful care. he had vehemently denied anyone else's presence.

you blinked up at him, trying to offer a small, reassuring smile, but it came out weak and tired, something that only made it worse. 'i'm okay, honestly,' you rasped, your voice hoarse from the constant coughing. it didn't sound very convincing at all.

he frowned, not unkindly, but with the kind of disapproval that came from genuine concern. on a normal basis, you would joke about the fatherly tinge to such actions. 'you are not okay,' he replied, his voice calm but persistent. 'you’ve been running a fever for several days, and you’re barely able to breathe without pain. you need to rest and not be so stubborn.'

you wanted to argue, to tell him you didn’t need to be fussed over, but another coughing fit seized you, leaving you gasping for air. not to mention, it would only prove his point on your headstrong behavior. dr. ratio was at your side in an instant, a glass of water appearing in his hand as if by magic.

'drink.' he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument.

you obeyed, taking slow, careful sips, feeling the cool water soothe your raw throat, cringing just slightly. his hand rested lightly on your shoulder, his touch steadying and reassuring.

'why didn’t you tell me sooner?' he asked quietly, his eyes searching yours. there was no accusation in his voice, only a deep, underlying worry. his concern rooted in the fact you wouldn't be so bad off had you just been honest.

you looked away, feeling a pang of guilt. 'i don't like bothering you,' you admitted. 'you're always busy and i figured it would just.. pass.'

dr. ratio let out a soft sigh, his hand squeezing your shoulder gently. 'you’re never a bother,' he said, his voice softening. 'your health is important to me, as it should be to you. i need you to promise that you’ll come to me if you’re ever feeling unwell again.'

his words were laced with a seriousness that made you realize just how much he cared, not that you doubted it before, but it was still nice to hear. it wasn’t just about your physical health—it was about the bond you shared, the deep, platonic connection that had grown between you over time.

'i promise.' you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, almost reluctantly. it wasn't easy to just start doing something and you couldn't help the guilt that would come with potentially interrupting him.

he nodded, satisfied with your answer, and reached for a small device on the nearby table. 'let’s me check your vitals again. i want to make sure your fever is coming down.'

as he gently placed the device against your wrist, you couldn’t help but notice the way his usually cool, clinical demeanor had softened. there was a warmth in his eyes, a quiet determination to see you through this, no matter what. it was considerably calming to see.

the device beeped softly, and he studied the readings with a focused intensity. as a moment, he nodded, that frown making a brief return to his features.

'you fever is down but only slightly.. still too high,' he murmured, more to himself than to you. he stood up, moving to a small cabinet where he retrieved a vial and a syringe. 'this will help bring it down further and ease the pain in your chest.'

you wanted to gag while watching him prepare the injection, his movements precise and efficient, but there was a gentleness in the way he approached you, a careful consideration that he reserved only for those closest to him. you knew it was needed but you were never one for injections of any kind.

he administered the injection with practiced ease, and as the medication began to take effect, you felt some of the tension in your body start to ease. the pain in your chest dulled to a manageable ache, and the fog of fever lifted slightly, leaving you feeling clearer, if not entirely better. there was still that tug of discomfort at the back of your head, bones feeling heavy.

dr. ratio stayed by your side, his hand resting lightly on your arm, a silent anchor in the midst of your discomfort. he didn’t speak, but his presence was enough—a reminder that you weren’t alone, that someone was watching over you with unwavering care. someone that knew what they were doing and wouldn't leave until you were okay.

as the minutes ticked by, you felt your eyelids grow heavy, the combination of the medication and exhaustion from trying to fight whatever illness you had catching up quickly. he took notice of this, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin in a soothing gesture.

'rest now,' he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur. 'i’ll be here when you wake up.'

you nodded weakly, the last of your resistance fading as sleep began to claim you. the last thing you felt before drifting off was the comforting weight of his hand on your arm, a steady reminder that you were safe.

and as you slipped into sleep, the thought lingered in your mind: no matter what, you knew that he would always be there, watching over you with the same quiet, steadfast care that had become such an integral part of your life.

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somenerd3110 · 1 year ago

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† final victor : aventurine.

❥ this is a special request, done for a friend. this is not an x reader, it is an analysis.

aventurine sat in solitude within his quarters, enveloped by the gentle hum of the xianzhou luofu, which encircled him like a steady heartbeat. at this hour, the ship was peaceful; most of the crew were either sleeping or engaged in their individual tasks. he had grown accustomed to—and perhaps even depended upon—this solitude. it afforded him the opportunity to think, reflect, and navigate the intricacies of his responsibilities without the distractions of the day pressing on him.

however, tonight, his thoughts wandered beyond matters of logistics or the operations of the ship. they drifted to a haunting memory that had been etched in his mind, persistently tugging at his awareness.

"life is a grand gamble. and i'll always be the final victor."

he had spoken those words with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, a boldness that stemmed from having stared down the edge of oblivion and having dared to smile back at it. he reminisced about the icy, metallic weight of the gun in his hand, the silence that hung heavy after his proclamation, and the way dr. ratio's gaze met his, revealing a blend of respect and intrigue.

russian roulette was not for the faint-hearted. it tested one’s nerves, willpower, and ultimately, faith in one’s fate. aventurine had never been one to back away from a challenge, yet this… this felt different.

he did not hesitate. as soon as the gun was handed to him, an unusual sense of tranquility washed over him, as if the outcome had already been set in stone. perhaps it was arrogance, or maybe something deeper—a conviction that his life had a greater purpose, that he couldn’t simply be undone by a twist of fate.

but what did he truly mean by that?

he leaned back in his chair, his gaze wandering to the stars visible through the narrow viewport. the expanse of space was both reassuring and daunting, serving as a reminder of his insignificance in the universe. yet… he had always believed he was destined to create his own place among the stars.

life is a grand gamble.

indeed, it was. every choice he made and every step he took was akin to a roll of the dice. unlike many others, however, aventurine took pride in his ability to sway the odds, to weight the scale in his favor. this aptitude was the reason for his esteemed position and the respect he commanded from both peers and subordinates. he relied on strategy rather than leaving matters to chance; he calculated, devised plans, and acted with precision.

yet that day, as he sat across from dr. ratio, he opted to welcome the uncertainty, to participate in a game where everything was at stake. this was not merely a trial of luck but a challenge to his determination—to confront the unknown unflinchingly.

and i'll always be the final victor.

was it sheer confidence, or something deeper? the recollection of those words ignited an inner fire within him—a fervent resolve, a rebellious spirit standing against the very idea of fate.

aventurine had always taken pride in his capability to shift the odds in his favor, a skill that had secured him his current position and earned him respect from both peers and subordinates. he never left outcomes to chance; he calculated every move, strategized meticulously, and then executed flawlessly.

however, on that particular day, as he sat opposite dr. ratio, he decided to welcome uncertainty and participate in a game where the stakes were absolute. it wasn’t merely a lesson in luck; it was a test of resolve, a challenge to confront the unknown without flinching.

and i'll always be the final victor.

the echo of those words ignited a fierce determination within him—a rebellion against the notion of fate. aventurine had long maintained that he was the architect of his own destiny, that no external force or mere chance could alter his course. he had bravely confronted numerous challenges and dangers, always coming out on top—not due to serendipity, but because of his indomitable will.

in the stillness of his chamber, with only the stars to observe him, he found himself questioning the validity of his confidence. what if, at some point, fate turned against him? what if the risks he took failed to yield rewards? would he emerge as the ultimate champion, or would he instead face the harsh reality of his mortality?

shaking his head, aventurine cast aside those uncertainties. he was not the kind to linger on possibilities. he had made his decisions—then, as he had time and again before and since. and with each choice, he had upheld those convictions, accepting the outcomes, good or bad.

he understood he wasn’t invulnerable. yet he also recognized that the real challenge of life lay not in avoiding risk, but in confronting it directly, defying destiny, and emerging more resilient, knowledgeable, and determined.

ultimately, being the true victor meant more than mere survival; it involved flourishing. it was not only about prevailing but also about grasping the true price of victory and embracing it without remorse.

taking a deep breath, aventurine rose, his eyes still trained on the stars above. the recollection of that day and those words would forever linger in his mind, serving as a constant reminder of the risks inherent in life and his steadfast faith that he could—and would—always come out on top.

for aventurine, life transcended mere opportunities; it was a game to be conquered, a journey to be navigated with assurance and determination. as long as he maintained that conviction, he would remain the ultimate champion, regardless of the obstacles that awaited him.

i've lived by these principles, and they have guided me well. life is uncertain, and perhaps, one day, the gamble may turn against me. but it's not the outcome that defines me—it's the willingness to play the game. to face the unknown with resolve, to accept the consequences of my actions with clarity.

as he turned from the viewpoint, the stars reflecting in his eyes, he made his way out of the room.

i am the final victor because i choose to be. because i make my own fate. and as long as i can draw a breath, i will continue to do so. the game isn't over yet, and i intend to see it through to the end.

with that final thought, aventurine stepped back into the world, ever prepared to face the challenges that awaited him, his mind sharp, his will unbroken and his confidence as steadfast as ever.

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somenerd3110 · 1 year ago

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just a small, temporary post.

as some of you know, that have been here on DBC for a while, i make money working from home due to a chronic illness on top of a good few other medical and disorder related things. don't ask about help with funding, i somehow don't qualify and it's been a battle for a year. anywho-

i rebranded from TheCrowsCoin to match this place, as the name DeadBoysClub has been something ive used for close to eight years now.

why am i posting? great question.

i am in a pretty bad rut thanks to having to throw a large amount of money out for personal reasons. like i said, this is my only income, and since the rebrand, ive been struggling but it's what was best for my shop. even taking a look can help and i would appreciate it highly. my goal right now is literally just enough to make $150 through etsy to get my lovely little gremlin, Mingi, to the vet.

i also sell digital works, via email ( or however you'd be more comfortable ) of oc based scenarios and letters. you can message me about that or even go to the tip link in my bio! $5 is more than nothing and that alone gets you a short, customized letter for you/your oc. and as a bonus, you can actively see what you're paying for if you already follow me ♡

this post will be taken down by the end of the day. thank you 💕 you can find the link to my shop in my bio, as well. and i do custom orders and work around your budget! please don't be shy to message on there, here or even my discord, which is Keigobuns.

+ please don't be hesitant on ordering for nonanime characters. ive done orders for celebrities, GoT, supernatural, Dune, street fighter, DC, Marvel, etc. ( I've been told I write an amazing Tim Drake and Jason Todd ✌🏻 )

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