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RETHADIM. // leonard.
[ COMM: KIRK, JAMES T. 1749. ] Oh glorious spacefarer? You sure you’re not talking about yourself?
[ COMM: KIRK, JAMES T. 1754. ] …
[ COMM: KIRK, JAMES T. 1756. ] Fine, I’ll go. You’re paying.
[ COMM: MCCOY, LEONARD. 1759. ] HELL yeah, that’s the spirit, Bones. I’ll show you a good time, don’t worry.
[ COMM: MCCOY, LEONARD. 1800. ] Next order of business. Dinner beforehand. Thoughts? We could always eat there, I guess.
RETHADIM. // leonard.
[ COMM: KIRK, JAMES T. 1746. ] Seriously, Jim?
[ COMM: KIRK, JAMES T. 1746. ] Unlike you, apparently, I need to study. And sleep. I haven’t seen my bed in two days.
[ COMM: MCCOY, LEONARD. 1748. ] 🎉🍹🎈🎈🍺🥂💃<- Awaits us, oh Glorious Spacefarer.
[ COMM: MCCOY, LEONARD. 1748. ] For you though: 🥃 because I’m thoughtful like that.
[ COMM: MCCOY, LEONARD. 1749. ] Come on, Bones, it’ll be fun! You’ll have fun! You remember what that is?
Jim: I won’t let a technicality stop me.
Uhura: A technicality like the rules?
Jim: Yeah, I hate those things.
[ COMM: MCCOY, LEONARD. 1741. ] Hey BONES we’re going out tonight hope you didn’t fall asleep in the clinic or something
[ COMM: MCCOY, LEONARD. 1741. ] 👨⚕️😴💤
[ COMM: MCCOY, LEONARD. 1741. ] That’s you, Bones, right now. Wanna see what you'll be like in two hours?
@rethadim
‘ did you throw the first punch? ’
HURT PROMPTS // @rethadim // accepting!
“Bones!” He’s shocked, hurt, offended. A hand splays against his chest, nerves twinging with the movement. Jim laughs; the most he can manage is a laughing huff, but it’s a laugh. He dodges one of Bones’ probing swaps and resolutely doesn’t fall back onto the examination table. He’s fine, really, and he goes to hop off of the table.
Steady on his feet. Nice. “Me? Throwing the first punch? Please. Do you even know me?”
‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’
HURT PROMPTS // @rethadim // accepting!
“Mm, yeah, yeah,” Jim coughs, lungs rattling in his chest. He battles with unconsciousness, dodging its sweeping attempts to tug him under. He doesn’t want to whine— he rarely does so if he’s seriously injured, they both know it, but God, if it doesn’t fucking hurt worse than the last time he got beat to hell and back.
Another cough, and he has no idea if he passed out for half a second. “God, Bones, it hurts.”
* hurt prompts
‘ are you bleeding? ’
‘ take it easy. you hit your head. ’
‘ where does it hurt? ’
‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’
‘ how did you get that black eye? ’
‘ you should see the other guy. ’
‘ did i say you could get out of bed? ’
‘ that’s going to leave a bruise. ’
‘ i’ll get some ice. ’
‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’
‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’
‘ what’s wrong with you? ’
‘ you can barely stand. ’
‘ did you throw the first punch? ’
‘ that’s a nasty bump. ’
‘ get in the car. you’re going to the hospital. ’
‘ at least bandage it. ’
‘ no, you’ll get an infection. ’
‘ wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. ’
‘ you’re lucky. that icicle could’ve killed you. ’
‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’
‘ i’m calling the nurse. ’
‘ was that stupid dare worth it? ’
‘ what happened to you? ’
‘ sit down. i’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up. ’
‘ are those bandages? ’
‘ you need stitches. ’
‘ look out for that tree branch. ’
‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’
‘ lean on me. ’
‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’
‘ shit, you’re burning up. ’
‘ you’re not dying. it’s only a sprained ankle. ’
‘ lie down. ’
‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. ’
‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ’
‘ wake up! wake up! ’
‘ i don’t feel sorry for you. ’
‘ look at your face! ’
MUSE AESTHETICS / JIM KIRK
feel free to add to the list. repost, not reblog ! bold the aesthetic for your muse. italicize what can be taken two ways or applies only partially.
“just braid your hair if you won’t brush it, at least, you useless girl.” / pulling on your skirt with one hand as you shuffle away. / “you’ll get it done before the day is up.” / guilt that isn’t yours to have. / it’s a crooked game, but it’s the only one in town. / chains. / a face in the mirror that you don’t recognize. / “how could you do this to me?” / the sharp sting of guilt. / you feel something even though you’re paid to do the opposite. / the family you never had. / falling backwards through time. / quicksand. / drowning, but you don’t save yourself. / “you’re getting better.” / “they smile like a snake.” / you’re the stars and the sky. / there’s a part of you that couldn’t stay away even if you were forced to. / they are your wings, there’s no doubt there. / “let’s take off somewhere. let’s fly.” / you edge a bit too close to the sun. / another ghost to take your place after every stumble. / deep roots in the ground slashed open in the sun. / rock candy melting in water. / waves rise and leave the foam behind. / the precipice you call home has a tip you’ll reach eventually. / happiness is the best front a man can make. / discomfort at the tiniest of touches. / the sky opens up when you see them. / rain comes down. / poppy fields. / your sanity hanging by a thread. / “oh god, what have you done?” / your mother had the most beautiful gardens, but you can’t grow anything worth a damn. / the similarities between deep space and deep water. / they’ve got a devil on their shoulder and an angel in their mind. / you tried to help, but it only got worse. / now they’re dead, it’s all your fault. / adam & eve in the garden. / a temptress in crisp button-downs. / “fuck, you’ve gone off the deep end, haven’t you?” / they lie so perfectly you almost forget yourself. / the spark that lit the kindling on your funeral pyre. / you smell like the mountains in the winter. / crisp red apples piled up on the table. / your shoes are sharp, but your wit is even sharper. / a soft, hollow spot sits in your chest. / there’s a place you’ll never leave no matter who tries to stop you. / the seat of power fits like a glove. / heavy is the head that wears the crown. / you share a space, but not a mind. / they think you are weak; you are, maybe. / “what are you going to do with all of these pills? ” / an empty bird’s nest. / broken pencil tips. / there’s an empty paper in front of you that you’ll never fill. / “we want you to succeed. i hope you can grasp that.” / “they weren’t there when it happened.” / quick to anger. / corruption. / there’s a red string tying you together. / the scent of whiskey on the horizon. / “you’re the best friend i’ve ever had.” / pink tipped fingers lock in secrecy. / “ jump. i dare you. ” / 99 red balloons drifting through a hazy sky. / you try to lift your head up, but it’s so much effort. / always walking on sunshine. / marble under the sun. / “i was hoping that you’d understand.” / there’s a million reasons to come down from the clouds, but you can’t be bothered. / loon is the word of the day. / hair twisted up with glitter butterfly clips like a haphazard mobile. / you drift, but you know where you’re going. / no one has any dirt on you because you’re infinitely spotless. / the empty side of your bed they crawled into when they were nine. / court hearings. / “i miss you.” / siblings are a funny thing. / they point out every family-shaped hole in every picture on the mantelpiece. / a lone wolf separated from its pack. / god-blood. / “they say your name is death.” / all-consuming passion. / think about the things you did. / feed off the daylight. / no signs of life. / “what are you waiting for?” / a diaphanous sea of rose petals. / pure wilderness. / if you’re hungry enough, anyone can stop caring about something long enough to eat it. / spine like a ladder, and his weary feet can’t find purchase. / the burn was so slow no one ever saw it coming. / learn through teaching. / there were things; your own acts from which you could not recover. / how the other half dies. / “have you ever thought about why trees bleed?” / your mother crashed against the rocks to give you the world. / you are not safe. you are alone. no one is coming for you. / “go down with me, fall with me.” / i am awake in the place where women die. / thunder rolling on the hills. / black on black on black on black on bl — / the long game. / restless hands. / ivy infiltrating an empty, corroded church. / you will do anything to spare them. / a cemetery by the moon, unblessed. / every sparrow god forgot. / even when you walked one would think you waltzed. / the worst monsters wear the faces of men. / “madmen know nothing, but you should have seen me.” / “my blood ran cold.” / power corrupts. / wood grain and nail tracks. / no scales are strong enough to judge you.
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tag dump. // patroclus.
tag dump. // kelinda brosca.
I want it back, I want it back / What was taken from me, I want it back.
Chelsea Wolfe, from Hisspun; “Two Spirit,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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DUCIISSA. // caecilia.
And yet, for all of Caecilia’s perception, she cannot see how her words truly affect Sionna, nor could she gauge her feelings towards her. She figured they were feelings of toleration, if anything, and making the best of a not so good situation. Her soft flowing dress twirls with each circular movement they make across the floor, her dainty feet lightly tapping the ground which give the illusion of floating.
“It would not be out in public like this.” Caecilia started,pressing herself softly against Sionna’s chest. “I would perhaps slip something nasty in their drink. They would end up embarrassing themselves in public; no need for me to. Or perhaps, depending on their offence, ruin them with whispers and scandal. I cannot have them getting to you. An offence against you, is an offence against me. Sometimes people need a little push, a little nudge in the right direction, to understand that.”
Oh, ancestors. She is very close. Don’t make a fool of yourself.
“Interesting,” she says, distracted for a moment by the fluttering trails of Caecilia’s sleeves. Her own garment is much more... suit-like, a square Orlesian-cut military inspired outfit with colours designed to complement Caecilia’s gown. It works better for Sionna’s harsh corners than a dress would. “I like the drink suggestion, if ‘m bein’ honest. Particularly nefarious.”
There were looks, of course; Sionna is very tall, Caecilia very small, but most importantly the two were--- well, they were married, and this ball was a Statement. Sionna wasn’t listening when she was told what Statement they were making, but boy, was it a Statement. She misses her dog. Saiph was being pampered, at the moment, but his absence was felt.
The dance is slow, which helps, and they’re both good dancers, which really helps. “Y’know, I could get used to this.” It’s hard to lean down inconspicuously, and she probably doesn’t manage it. “It’s nice.”
( headcanon. )
sionna’s body is not traditionally feminine; her shoulders are broad, as are her hips, but her waist doesn’t lend itself to the hourglass figure. instead, she’s sort of shaped like a rectangle. her muscular bulk tends to make her look very masculine, and she typically doesn’t mind, until she’s required to look like a ‘proper’ woman, in which case she feels self-conscious and much too tall (she’s 6′2 for those of you counting).
above all, sionna is shaped like a Warrior™, and she likes it until she's expected to be otherwise.
Wow. That was sexist, racist, and demeaning of my capabilities all in one sentence, sir. Bravo.
