athshainigh ( to redefine )

lowkey indie multifandom multimuse written by crow (he/him, 27)

[athshainigh]

welcome to yet another crow multimuse. this is the blog that’s gonna contain canon muses from various fandoms with varying levels of canon adherence. think more of ‘eau de canon’ rather than complete unflinching adherence. muses subject to change, but by god am i trying to keep the muse list at the length it's currently at.

featuring muses from the pitt, call of duty, james bond, and other assorted media

BST timezone (UTC+1). probably low activity, probably chaotic, the usual fare when following my blogs. formerly a sideblog, remade as a main (again bc shadowban) 18/05/25

braincell hogs: tex whitaker & anything Gay

+ rules + muses + @forjanus + @claochlu + @entertainmy

drafts: 22 (4 queued) inbox: 21

[forjanus]

I ETCH MY OWN FACE UPON MY WICKED FLESH

indie, semi-selective headcanon-based alec trevelyan of goldeneye (1995) adapted into craig!bond canon. misguided by crow, 18+

I AM MY OWN DEVASTATING GOD

rules * athshainigh * claochlu * entertainmy

[theresastargirl]

[ TXT - Langdon ] I don’t fully know if V knows they’re flirting, but it’s cute when they cross paths and do. (Happened when you were gone, like a lot of things around here tbh)

[ TXT - Langdon ] Parker, definitely. Abbot, maybe? Provided his leg isn’t bothering him too much, I’m sure he would be good to help

[ TXT - Langdon ] Definitely need garlic bread, yes. Do you want me to grab a pack of beers before coming over? That can be my contribution

[ TXT - Langdon ] And the free manual labor that you’re getting too, you know.

[athshainigh]

[ TXT - Ophelia ] idk how exactly I feel about that fact (the number of things that happened when I was gone). Are they actually a thing yet? I need to know if I can both congratulate and also poke fun at Mateo about it [ TXT - Ophelia ] Yeah, no, Parker's a good call. I'll see if she's willing to help if Mateo isn't up for it [ TXT - Ophelia ] Abbot's probably working tonight. I assume *his* habits haven't changed over 10 months lol, so he's still further down the list [ TXT - Ophelia ] You can totally bring beer if you want to, absolutely. I'm sure they'll be appreciated lol [ TXT - Ophelia ] What I'm getting from this is that you *might* be offering the manual labor, but only if the heavy-hitters don't show, in which case you're gonna be supervising from the sidelines? [ TXT - Ophelia ] Am I reading the vibe right? ;)

[theresastargirl]

“New age? Please, you’re wise beyond your years. I wouldn’t think it’s any hippie shit.” Phee smirked, the conversation giving her the boost of energy to get through the next few hours better than her protein bar. “So that’s your peace, alright. Next time I see you in the zone, I won’t disrupt it.” Did she even have a moment like that when she could mentally check out? “I do find some odd sense of zen when drawing blood lately. Think that part of the phobia is finally gone.”

At the mention of smoking, she crossed her heart playfully. “No, ma’am. ‘Specially not with my condition. Don’t really need to be making it any worse, now do we?” But then there was the offer of Red Bull and she wanted to crack one open. “You’re tempting me, you know that? Think I’ll stick with the sludge in the break room later if I need another boost. Little bit better for the heart, I think than jet fuel in a can.”

She glanced out of the break room, finding it relatively calm enough where she could hopefully run to the restroom first before officially getting back to work. “Keep on your fruit, or else Mel may stick Captain Scurvy on you.” She patted Dana’s arm gently, her smile warmer now. “I’ll swing by later, I’m sure. Thanks for looking out for all of us too.”

[athshainigh]

'I won't disrupt it' is exactly the sort of comment that she appreciates even when she knows damn well it's entirely worthless. She's got half a mind to offer up a knowing 'Yes, you will', but decides -- just this once -- to let it pass. If only to keep these few moments of smiles and good vibes going.

Because, damn, some days she really does just need to see her nurses looking happy for a few minutes. A smile, a laugh, a good joke. Anything that shows her that they're not running out of steam as badly as she feels like she is some days.

"That sludge wouldn't be half as bad as you make it sound if someone other than me went outta their way t' clean the machine every week" she playfully chastises, "I already knew you were a bunch 'a animals around here, but that just really hammers it home." It really is like having a second family to mother. Thankfully she finds that notion more charming than exhausting ( today, at least ).

She toys absently with the chain of her glasses, her fingers slipping down to an arm, rolling it between her fingers when her attention briefly diverts to a change on the board. "Oh, you're welcome, sweetheart, but I'd prefer my thanks in all 'a yiz actually lookin' out for yourselves, too," she shakes her head, scoffs out a laugh and rolls her eyes, "But I know damn well that ain't in the cards, so you're welcome" she repeats. "Next lull, I want you takin' five in the break room, capiche?"

[pinnedwings]

Tonight, Tara is grateful for takeout & the invention of delivery apps.

It was rare for either of them to sleep well, add it to the list of things that makes the pair so compatible (or, worse for eachother, depending on who you ask). When she noticed halfway into their movie that he had fell asleep right next to her, she was grateful that she didn’t need to clatter around with the dishes.

For a while, she let’s him sleep there, tries not to feel like a creep as she watches his tranquil expression. She doesn’t move until she’s sure he wont disturb, and she slips out from under his heavy arm. Stretching to prepare for all her proper night routine, there’s a similar display of skin where her shirt rides up. Even moreso as she bends to clear the coffee table of emptied boxes and container.

Tara marvels at the cleared plates, how ravenous — for real food for once, he had been tonight. It pleases her so very much to watch him sleep: peaceful, hunger sated & dead to the world… and she’s going to have to ruin it so they can get in bed. She’s out of menial tasks to complete to stall before bed: the tv is off, the surfaces cleared, her clothes changed & all the lights out save for the lamp near her couch. The clock crawls towards 1AM and the need to sleep wins out.

As she approaches @athshainigh’s sleeping form, the spitting image she sees is not one she calls to memory fondly. She has to remind herself she is no longer a little girl begging her dad to wake up, if only to control the force with which she nudges him awake. But the moment hs’s awake, she feels the weight lighten just a bit.

Even brighter as she gets her own little skin show, smiling only to herself, had he been awake anyways? Scoffing at his complaint, she leans down to kiss the corner of his lips, tugging him closer by the hand. “Oh, you were one sleeping beauty alright..” She murmurs, settling back into the same comfort that had lulled him to sleep, and she considers joining him there on the couch, sliding into his lap and curling up…

Sighing, she stands up and offers her hand to help him up just in case he’s too groggy to manage himself. “You missed out on having to clean up,” her eyes are almost heavy just standing here, she almost feels asleep already, “c’mon.. don’t make me drag you.” she feigns a sad pout, he should know he doesn’t mean it.

[athshainigh]

A bit 'married couple' of him to fall asleep and leave Tara to do all the productive bits around the place ( not that he's contextualizing it in that specific manner, but... well... it's not much of a leap when he's passing out on the couch looking every bit like his father, is it? ). Unfortunately for her, he doesn't seem terribly apologetic about it all, even as she playfully chastises him for his lapses.

More pressing: he looks horribly fond as he takes in the sight of her barely holding onto consciousness. Stubborn as ever, it seems. Charming in its own right that she's eager to actually attempt sleep.

The soul-deep warmth that blooms in Tex's chest has everything to do with the implicit comfort and trust that comes with Tara wanting to sleep with him. Actually sleep.

He heaves out a sigh and all-too-willingly takes her hand, doesn't bother using it as leverage to haul himself to his feet. It's a simple matter of pulling his other half closer with their interlaced grip so he can sling an arm around her shoulder; offering himself as something solid so she doesn't keel over snoring on the way to bed.

"I'm on breakfast duty in the morning, then, is that what I'm hearing?" Barely much more than a murmur, their proximity -- the way Tex is virtually leaning his head on top of Tara's as they drag themselves to the bedroom -- conductive to the easy intimacy in the low light. "Hope you like bacon and scrambled eggs, 'cause that's the only non-pancake breakfast I can make that's edible." An easy almost-promise to make when it's almost a certainty that they're going to end up with some quick and easy drive-thru, instead, once morning proper rolls around.

[theresastargirl]

“Well, beggars can’t be choosers. Sometimes you sit down for even a second and you blink and time has passed and your legs are numb.” She shrugged, not feeling too ashamed that she had dozed off on the toilet. Happened to the best of them from what she could tell. Tex probably couldn’t get too much sleep on the rig with the sirens and all, but he probably enjoyed whatever moment of respite he could get as well.

“Oh… you know, you might be right. Cause Dana wasn’t entirely sure what I was talking about when I asked her when the signup would be. Some of the nurses are rewatching it right now and that might be where I jumped in on the conversation. Whoops.” Ophelia cringed a bit at the realization, putting it together better now. It was middle of the shift when she stumbled into the break room when she overheard that being discussed. She didn’t even think much of it when she heard someone mention Shep, just assuming she hadn’t met all the paramedics out there yet.

“You probably wouldn’t be a bad boss.” She admitted, looking up at him. “I know you wouldn’t let me slack at all. Put me right in the middle of it all and force me to do it, even if there was a lot of blood. Might not be bad actually, but I think until there’s something more official before I jump in the rig with you.”

[athshainigh]

"SPENT most of my childhood bossing people around, so I'm probably okay at it for short periods of time" before the resentment and power trips could kick in. A week or two, maybe, Tex thought. Beyond that? He wouldn't hold out much hope of Ophelia being quite so keen on continuing this friendship. "Either way, God willing I won't have to worry about outranking anyone for at least another six months. Dunno how good of a teacher I'd be."

Depended on the student, maybe.

He takes an idle moment to contemplate the hypothetical, eventually breaks out in a huff of self-inflicted laughter and a shaking head at the image of Ophelia trying to triage out in the middle of a thunderstorm.

"There's an idea to bring up to whoever the nursing administrator is, then. Somehow I doubt there's too many nurses after the same adrenaline kick it sounds like you wanna chase, though." Was it as much a tease as it was a very blatant self-read? Oh, absolutely. The goofy little grin and the attempt at a shoulder bump said as much. "But, hey, tell me how it goes."

[athshainigh]

Will be making attempts at being over on @forjanus for [amount of time] so if ur inclined towards b.ond villains of the Trevelyan variety 👉😎👉

[flawedhearts]

[ TXT - Dr Hotstuff ] If anyone can multitask, it's you

[ TXT - Dr Hotstuff ] When you have someone strong like me at home, is it any wonder you're thinking about every cushion available?

[ TXT - Dr Hotstuff ] I can absolutely arrange this for you

[ TXT - Dr Hotstuff ] Then I'm happy to pick you up, you want me to wait outside?

[athshainigh]

[ TXT - Frey ] Better than any couch cushion I've ever slept on, I'll give you that much [ TXT - Frey ] Just barely wins out over having you as a big and strong weighted blanket. Primarily due to the aforementioned tits [ TXT - Frey ] I'll admit to that one [ TXT - Frey ] You'll probably end up coming in, you know how it is. I'm planning on leaving and then I'll get dragged into some incoming trauma [ TXT - Frey ] Totally up to you, though [ TXT - Frey ] I'll be more than happy to see you no matter the location

[athshainigh]

Muse ping-ponging between tex and (tentatively) Luka when I can't write rn is sure something

[tvandfilm]

HOUSE, MD (2004-2012) “Man of the House” (8.13)

[athshainigh]

u gotta respect luka for dropping the 'my wife and kids were killed' and then walking out of the room and just..... letting kerry sit w that for a hot second. no follow-up, just boom and then immediately walking away

[athshainigh]

THE overstimulation hits quicker some days than others. She's a professional, of course -- she's spent years finding moments to decompress ( for all of a minute or two, most of the time ) -- but today's been a bit worse than usual.

The stairwell's her reprieve of choice. The faint scent of cigarette smoke still lingers from a rogue patient earlier. Mel finds that she doesn't mind. Or, more accurately, that she's too tense and flustered that the smell barely registers.

[ BRUSH ]: sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face.

Hands laced behind her neck, eyes shut, she's humming to herself; she doesn't notice @broughtpeace's arrival until a fingertip skates along her hairline. She startles, eyes flying open in something just short of panic. "Oh my god, Dana, I'm-" she moves to apologize, but it dies on the tip of her tongue. How does the older woman seem to just know?

Slowly, she unlocks her fingers, lowers her arms with a slow exhale. "I was only gonna take a few minutes. I know we're running steady today... I just- It's-" her jaw tightens, a bubble of frustration coaxing the tenseness back into her form.

Deflect.

"How are you doing?"

nonverbal prompts

[athshainigh]

I Will be watching er tonight so if u see me giggling and kicking my feet over Luka dw abt it

[theresastargirl]

The shoulder squeeze almost felt out of place, considering it was coming from Baran, but maybe this was a step in the right direction. She could get along with the doctor just as well as she did with any of the others around here. “No, course not.” Phee gave her a small smile, knowing that it was useless, but appreciated the sentiment. Regardless of a nurse’s trait, she seemed to worry about everyone and everything.

“Oh, I don’t see it as added responsibility. Us nurses just look out for each other. Besides, I told Dana I would keep an eye on her as she gets her bearings still.” She was downplaying it a bit, but she was grateful that Dana trusted her to do so in the first place.

“Teaching isn’t bad. Not like I know everything, obviously, but I’ve picked up enough in a year here to help her out. And she’s clever too, really good with the patients, so that makes it a bit easier. If anything, I think she’s teaching me stuff in return.” She gave a shrug, considering it for a moment. “I’m not exactly a trainer, but I don’t mind having her tag along to help. Better sometimes to have an extra set of hands without calling for a doctor to step in all the time.”

[athshainigh]

"HAVING done my best to teach residents over the years, I'd say you're not giving yourself -- or Dana, for that matter -- enough credit. Guidance is important; it's no different than an attending giving a senior resident a greater share of duties. It's a vote of confidence." Or necessity, in some cases, but from what Baran had seen of Dana's work so far, it didn't seem like Ophelia would be a last resort for this sort of thing.

Then again, she was definitely looking at it through the lens of a doctor and not a nurse. Their journeys through medicine tended to look significantly different behind the scenes.

Her hand only lingers for a few more seconds before pulling back, gaze flicking to her watch -- just a cursory glance to gauge her place in time -- before slipping into her pockets. She doesn't quite look relaxed, but she looks comfortable. Like she's decided she belongs here, too.

"It's good to see" both Ophelia's willingness to take on a bit more responsibility and Emma's arrival, itself. Heartening, almost, that good people were still entering the field. "It means that once the next round of medical students rolls through, we'll have more nurses to keep them right" she winks, something a bit more knowing this time. That was always the underlying banter, regardless of institution, wasn't it? The nurses ran the place, not the doctors.

[flawedhearts]

[ TXT - Sexy Mama ] I want my intentions to be very clear

[ TXT - Sexy Mama ] Woof Woof

[ TXT - Sexy Mama ] A meal for my special lady, and something tasty for dessert?? Count me in.

[ TXT - Sexy Mama ] I'll make it so good for you

[athshainigh]

[ TXT - Baby ] You always do, don't you? [ TXT - Baby ] Always workin to outdo yourself. Always such a good boy [ TXT - Baby ] Make the most of it during the week 'cause you're gonna lose out on some of my attention when my daughter brings the grandbaby to see me this weekend [ TXT - Baby ] Feels like you've been working more lately, too. Can't say I don't miss your clingy ass when I go to bed at night ;)

[athshainigh]

cod trailer drop and the bond game releasing. i would be truly insufferable if i had any will to live rn u have no idea

[cressidascowper]

EMERY WALSH — S01E14 "8:00 P.M."