☣BAD DOCTOR

Doctor Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer aboard the ISS Enterprise. Mirrorverse Guide

[doctordeviant]

“I’m giving you the opportunity to walk away.”

[prue84]

Title: I.S.S. Enterprise: the Doctor of death Fandom: Star Trek (reboot!mirror) AU Series: Mirrored crew Credits (aka, see the images I used): Livejournal post. Crossposted: Deviantart, Livejournal. In a mirror universe closer to the mirrorverse canon, how Doctor McCoy could look like. A (failed) attempt at Mirror!McCoy. I enhanced the shadows on the face (eye socket) to make him look more evil, and somehow similar to a skeleton/skull.

[doctordeviant]

dramatsar:

     If it was abruptly clear to the duplicate that he was STALLING, Chekov couldn’t say he was exactly surprised. There was no other option, for the most part. Taking him to the bridge couldn’t be a good idea. Taking him ANYWHERE wasn’t a great plan. At least distracting him would heighten the chances of them finding

❝Historically, no. People do tend to wind up shot.❞ Or attacked by furious half-Vulcan’s, but that was a specification that wasn’t necessary. It would take time, but he knew he was running out. He wasn’t used to this, used to playing distraction or trying to slow people down. That wasn’t exactly his usual line of work. ❝You say that. Doubt it. Am not sure what standing your Chekov has, but know they would not risk you meddling for my sake.❞

         The dance was getting old. Bones had no interest in prolonging a conversation where a small child pretended NOT to be afraid, so rather than allowing it to continue, he stepped forward in a few quick strides and firmly caught Chekov by the chin, utilizing his free hand to smack the ensign’s hands away if he tried to struggle out of his grasp.

“Where I come from, that would be true. My Captain would rather see you choke on your own blood than allow you to compromise his position, his ship. This world is different. You hesitate because you would rather protect the well-being of your enemies than ensure your own safety, and you LIE because you are too weak to back up whatever claims you make. Pathetic. No, I won’t kill your Captain. I refuse to stay on this ship longer than necessary, that’s why I didn’t kill the first man who discovered me.”

[doctordeviant]

dramatsar:

     ❝I prefer clever.❞ It was all he could do to stay calm, ignoring the sense of dread that was bubbling up in him. It was distinctly cliched and ridiculous, but it didn’t stop the thought that had cropped up about WHERE the duplicate had come from. It’d explain the scar, at least.

     ❝Why? You want the ship or you want to go home? We can help with the second one. First, not so much.❞ Maybe jokes about Kirk’s temporary death were tasteless, but the captain had started them while still in a biobed and Chekov was beyond caring right now.  ❝Our doctor might murder me if I get him killed again, anyway. Do you want the ship or do you want YOUR ship back?❞

            There it was, the unique, infuriating pompous attitude that apparently traveled between the multi-verse. That realization darkened his eyes as he leaned forward slightly, inhaling slowly while he allowed every syllable to sink into his skin. All the needless commentary was doing was prolonging the inevitable and ultimately irritating him.

“And what do you think I will accomplish by killing your Captain? Do you think the rest of your crew will fall in line if I end his life? No.” Every second was counting down to his apprehension. This entire conversation existed to pass time. “They would react better if I had a hostage.”

[turndownforplants-deactivated20]

I’ve loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

[doctordeviant]

A LITTLE SUFFERING’S GOOD FOR THE SOUL.

[doctordeviant]

@thewickedscenario​

“Yes, I do.”

He presses his fingernails against the sharp edge of Bones’s jaw, not hard enough to leave an imprint but prickly, a reminder of presence.

“We die.”

Everything dies.

Those things are not mutually exclusive. He can concentrate on the present because he knows how this ends. Bloodshed and nightmares of very real and massive proportion. (His life has been nightmares as far as he can remember. That’s the norm in their world. He almost envies some of the planets they’ve come across. Subjugated for their mineral wealth, mostly left alone as long as they produce enough, commune societies made equal by their distant enslavement.

It makes it easier to play his hand recklessly where it matters. With Bones it matters.

The grimace was less from the crescent shaped moons Kirk was pressing into his skin and more from the lead in his throat, shortening his breath and leaving his mouth, his tongue, his lips dry and poisoned, a sickness in him far worse than any physical ailment. 

Around them, the air was thick with it-- the unspoken contract that was more than success or wealth or common benefit. There was absolutely no benefit for either of them on this path, no quick escape or backup plan. Death was every time their angry, bated breaths turned into a tension that couldn’t keep their bodies and hearts apart. It was what they were participating in right now.

“Then you shouldn’t be here.”

A dying protest. They’d already tried going separate ways, ignoring each other only to make the connection more obvious, more to be exploited. His fingers curled into the inside of Kirk’s elbow, closing his eyes as if in waiting for the pressure on his jaw to tighten. 

[doctordeviant]

“I’m not afraid.” (I'll let you pick the muse. It's from the dark sentence starters, hope this is okay. Also hi!)

   “That makes you stupid and a liar. If you’re not       afraid, that means you’re assuming nothing bad       will happen to you. You’d be wrong.”

[doctordeviant]

dramatsar:

        At this point, he’s too versed in the idea of multi-verses to manage surprise. As far as he can tell, the entire world he’s in is an alternate universe from the world Spock Prime came from and there is an infinite amount of possible permutations. The idea of a McCoy that looks DEADLY isn’t the strangest thing that the multi-verse could spit out. It took a moment to find his voice again, squaring his shoulders as he pushed away the nagging sense of fear bubbling in the back of his mind. It wouldn’t help.

❝Multiverse. You tripped. Transporter malfunction, perhaps.❞

            “Perceptive.” Enough to be cautious, though he wasn’t entirely certain the kid had seen the whole picture. Wherever he was, it was a contradiction to where he was from. It wasn’t right.

He was calmer than a few minutes ago, though he appeared to be less than concerned over his apparent offense. The ensign was either too shocked to do anything or he was stalling, and Bones failed to see how either was relevant. This wasn’t his ship, his crew. He wasn’t getting off without being apprehended. “Who’s in charge?”

[astale-ae-daemonia-eucharista-d]

My Muse Forgot To Lock The Door And Yours Walks In On Mine In The Shower. How Does Yours React?

[kanamekuran-ousama]

[doctordeviant]

A LITTLE SUFFERING’S GOOD FOR THE SOUL.

[doctordeviant]

“I know our future.”

No, you don’t.

A protest that died on his tongue, that illuminated every horrible possibility that’s already played in his mind a million times over. Nights where they saw each other more often, in secret, behind closed doors. Nights where they were exploited, where he was used as a hostage, an example, until Kirk played their bluff and he left his daughter an orphan. That was the best of them. The worse ones left him alone on a ship with someone more in opposition to him in charge, an alien’s plaything until he was completely wasted, until everything Kirk touched was gone, washed away in a greater sea of blood, of misery and farce.

“Focus on the present.”

[doctordeviant]

“This is a new world order and it’s changing the game.”

“The game is the same, it’s just getting harder.”

[thewickedscenario-deactivated20]

Ingenious Young Psychopath :: Mirrorverse version of thewinningscenario

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[ofuhura]

And it keeps getting stronger. 

[wolfsbanequeen-blog]

Dark Starter Sentence Extravaganza; Motionless in White Edition

[shiiroi]

Taking a page out of @someonecalledfelan‘s book after discussing this idea on Skype. Part 1/??? Angsty, dark, and some possible NSFW.

“You pull the trigger just for fun.” “I want this.” “I need this.” “Now what have I become?” “There’s nothing left now that doesn’t come from suffering.” “The wall that I have built to keep you out is starting to rust.” “This is a new world order and it’s changing the game.” “You sit upon your throne of filth, condemning what you haven’t built.” “Through all that I’ve sacrificed, I’m numb but alive.” “I’ve got the best to get you high.” “Show me, where’s your dedication?” “You said you’d never love me, but look how hard someone can fall.” “It’s more black in my heart than the ice in your lungs.” “I live this, I breathe this.” “I was just a corpse you saw fit to drag around.” “Murder is free in the Hollywood Hills.” “What if I want to lose control?” “I’m an addict for dramatics, black hair, and pale skin.” “Just fuck me ‘til we feel like new.” “You were in my dream last night.” (Alternatively) “You were in my dream last night, begging me to take a bite.” “I am the name that’s under your breath, white teeth in the dark, the voice in your head.“ “There’s nothing left to take.” “I know our future.” “You play in all the filth that you’ve created.” “I’ve been numb for so long that I forgot how to feel.” “Give me a reason!” “You said you’d never hurt me.” “This is my resignation from all that we’ve loved and left behind.” “I will fight to earn my place.” “I don’t care if it’ll break my heart.” “You crave it.” “There’s one thing you forget, you can’t make me play dead.” “You make me fucking sick!” “What if I told you that I planned this?” “Fuck your pretty face.” “I won’t bite my tongue.” “They’re willing to die to feed the addiction.” “Beneath all the pleasure, all you are is pain.” “I’m not afraid.” “God, save the human race.” “You laugh, but what did you create?” “Bitch, you give a fucking Aspirin a headache.” “I know that I am the lie that keeps you divine.” “Is there a future when you only see memories?” “You wanted a war, you got one, motherfucker.” “Your ‘love’ is just a frail disguise to hide the pain behind your eyes.” “If I take the pain away, you’ll come back for more someday.” “There’s no other way than to make this mistake.” “You once felt like home.”

[red-hood]