Medically Inclined.

Independent OC for Star Wars: The Force Awakens. Medical Officer. Affiliated. Private & Semi-Selective. Not Spoiler Free.

[infiltrationtactics]

“My mistake.”

He has always been predictable, and what secrets he can keep become easily apparent when she prods at him. 

“You know, it’s tasteless when you refer to him as such. ‘Your General.’” It would be dishonest ( and, thus, not entirely out of character of her ) to say that some small part of her didn’t like hearing it, but Vox speaks too openly for Arris’ tastes. And, though there must surely be those who realize what goes on, none would dare speak of it out of fear of reprimand. Vox has no such fear. The fear of her, and what she’s capable of. Any other and she would be quick to change their mind and yet, for now, Arris finds it an endearing quality on him. Still, the intricacies of her business with Hux are beyond what she expects her brother to understand, and it would be appreciated if he could learn to just-…shut up.

                                         For Arris’ sake.

“But what a dangerous assumption to make – I don’t believe I ever mentioned that we were intimate, and I should hope you aren’t spreading any undue rumors around. I know you’re rather fond of talking, sweet brother.”

“Of course, if I had to make idle gossip, I would say that our fearless leader still feels humiliated by a defeat already taken too personally. I’ve told him as much, but ALAS – ” It is stated with such drama, as arms are thrown across her face to shield her eyes. A laugh, disingenuous. The show is entirely for Vox’s benefit, even when it doesn’t truly benefit him. “ – he does not want to hear sense from one so far below his station.”

[indoctrinxted-blog]

He grins at her, shaking his head. “Lowering yourself into baseless gossip with the rest of us? Your General will be so ashamed.” Because he was pretty sure while she denied it he knew that she was just playing innocent about the whole thing. Cause well - the whole ship kinda knew. 

          Not that he was going to tell her that, he wasn’t no snitch. 

“You know guys - they just want to feel powerful. All you gotta do is -” He stops himself and looks down, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “Yeah - on second thought. Totally not going there.” not with his ‘little’ sister - that was just way too weird. 

“So - you uh - want to go down and grab some caf or something? I mean - if you want to.” Anything to try and derail her from conversations about her and the General that he really didn’t want to hear about. Because if that started coming up she was just gonna start ragging on him again about who he may or may not be seeing in his off hours. 

                   It was precarious enough as it is, thank you very much.

“I myself could do with the walk on down there. Been stuck here all day - need to stretch my legs.” He adjusted himself in the chair and made a couple slightly exaggerated stretching motions with his legs and arms. 

[quotemadness]

Just like there’s always time for pain, there’s always time for healing.

Jennifer Brown (via benxolo)

[indoctrinxted-blog]

Kiss.

@bucketbraiin // Kiss 

He placed a kiss upon Kit’s nose, watching the features move ever so slightly beneath the small ministration. The nose twitching ever so slightly, mouth quirking as the action was unconsciously felt. He almost laughed, stifling it with his hand as he watched him slumber on. A smile plastered over his features as he dipped his head low, placing another kiss alongside the stubble lining the troopers cheek.

He shifted again as he felt the slight stirrings of movement beneath him, placing a kiss to lips that moved slightly under his own at the motion. He saw the eyes flutter underneath eyelids, cracking open as he dipped his head lower, placing another kiss - and another - to his neck. Feeling the pulse underneath his lips.

He was sure he could feel Kit’s eyes on him as he leaned down to his chest and placed another kiss over the spot where the troopers heart beat. Just a little bit faster than normal, technically though that could be his fault. Possibly. 

He heard his name spoken and he tilted his head up, feeling a hand come up to touch his face. He took the hand in his own and placed another kiss to the fingers, another to the palm as he let his head fall into the touch. His lips quirked up into a smirk as he separated himself from the touch, lowering his head till it hovered over the lower part of Kit’s stomach. Body following it as he moved down.

His hands reached out and touched the covers that ghosted over the hip of the man underneath him. Fingers playing with the edge of the fabric as he leaned down to feather a kiss onto the - well to be honest - kriffing perfect abs. 

He laughed as he made eye contact with Kit from his position. ‘The look’ he was leveled with speaking volumes without saying anything at all, the noise cut short from the grin that twisted his lips closed. After all - they only had a couple hours before his sister was scheduled to get off of her shift. And speaking from experience she would come looking for her quarters - only to find them still in it. 

                                                And probably kill them both.

                                     Or report them.

And with Kit - thankfully -awake, he could think of a couple things they could do with the time left.

[indoctrinxted-blog]

Send me ‘Kiss’ and my muse will kiss yours somewhere according to their feelings for your muse!

Touching Meme: Kiss Addition!

Kiss on the forehead: Parental/Familial love

Kiss on the eyelids: You make me sad/Upset

Kiss on the nose: You make me happy

Kiss on the cheek: Platonic love/Friendship/Attraction

Kiss on the lips: Romantic love/Attraction

Kiss on the neck: I want you/You are mine

Kiss over the heart: I am connected to you

Kiss over the wrist: I think you are beautiful/I find you attractive

Kiss over the back of the hand: Respect/Admiration/Reverence

Kiss on the palm of the hand: I am yours/I know you have me

Kiss on the knuckles: Protectiveness

Kiss on the fingertips: I care about you

Kiss on the nails: I want to hurt you/You've hurt me

Kiss on the stomach: Sexual attraction/Desire

Kiss on the knees: I want to support you

Kiss on the feet: Fealty/Loyalty/Servitude/Submission

Almost kiss: Interest/Curiosity

No kiss: Indifference/I don’t know you

Bite: Dislike/Hate/Resentment/Enmity

[sandcvstles]

hurt meme.

“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”

“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”

“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”

“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“i fucked up, why do you not care?”

“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

“i have no idea how to do cpr.”

“whose blood is that?”

“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”

“don’t you dare fucking let go!” 

“what the hell happened to you?” 

“are they dead? did you kill them?” 

“do you know what you’ve done?” 

“you’re either with me or against me.” 

“who the hell did this to you?” 

“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…” 

“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?” 

“when was the last time you ate?” 

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 

 “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?" 

“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.” 

“are you… throwing up in there?” 

“why aren’t you eating?” 

“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” 

“i can’t breathe, i can’t –” 

"i woke up, & you were gone.” 

“just tell me something, was it really worth it?” 

"it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

[indoctrinxted-blog]

//Starter Call

[indoctrinxted-blog]

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[infiltrationtactics]

Now this is the reaction that Arris Vyle wishes she inspired in more. Such a shame that it’s wasted on her brother. Startling him hasn’t been fun since they were younger. Happier. Jumping out from behind corners, snarling like Rancor at one another – 

              NO. 

That is in the past, where it ( and thoughts of it ) will stay.

                        “What the heck.”

She sneers his words back at him, meant to mock in what ( she seems to think ) is a sisterly display. Or perhaps it is a sisterly display – where Arris is concerned. Fingers clasp briefly around his shoulders. “My shift is over. The next one won’t be for a few hours. I’ve come, seeking my dearest brother, so that I might complain to him. If that’s quite alright – " 

Of course it isn’t. Nothing about this is alright. She looks at her brother and feels revulsion. No longer for his ties to the Resistance, but for the abomination that General Hux has created. A sigh, far too big for her body. She settles into the examination chair.

” – lunch was bland, as usual, and the General is in such a foul mood today. I think I’ve caught cold from my last assignment. I tripped over a pillow this morning, scraped my knees, and there wasn’t any caf left by the time I got to my station. It’s all so dreadful. I don’t know how I intend to go on with my life.“ She stretches out on the chair, skinny limbs splayed across the stiff cushioning, as if she means to languish away in Medbay 3 for the rest of her life. The truth of some of this remains debatable. Arris still treats Vox as though he is an enemy she means to fool – maybe that’s better, for the both of them. 

Head twists to look at him from where she lay.

“And my brother would rather spend his free time with someone who isn’t his sister.”

[indoctrinxted-blog]

He listens in rapt attention as she goes on about her day. A small smile on his face as he idly rubs at the fading pain in his knees. Not even dedicating a thought to the table he had introduced them to moments prior. He couldn’t escape the feeling that this was really nice, seeing her lean back on a chair telling him about her day, telling him all about her daily troubles and gripes.

His heart clenched, it had been so long since they had been able to do this. Immediately he tried to shake off the strange - and rather stupid -  thought. The feeling in his heart ebbing away as he watched her easing back languidly as she continued her speech.

He scoffed at the thought - it was rather absurd - after all they had been serving The First Order together for years, And before that they had hardly been apart.

                                                                                                   Right?

He could remember everything of course, every moment easy to recall with mostly vivid detail. Well as much detail old memories could even have. He shook his head and smiled a bit, focusing back on Arris as she lapsed into silence. 

                         He would have to mention it in his next appointment.

Such thoughts were of course cut off abruptly by her last proclamation. The tips of his ears turning a bright shade of pink at the implication behind them. She was really far too nosey for her own good.

“I uh-” he paused looking a bit panicked. “I have no idea what you mean.” he supplied a bit too quickly. Coughing a little as he tried to change the subject. “So what’s got ‘Your General’ in such a bad mood then? And please don’t say something sex related because there are some things a brother just doesn’t need to know about his sister.”

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[bucketbraiin]

“That’s against regulation.“

The air is blissfully cool against his glistening brow, and Vox’s touch too warm. Hours spent kept beneath that gleaming helmet, and now that it’s gone Kit feels vulnerable when forced to endure these sensations against his naked skin. But it’s too late to retrieve it – they’re beyond that. 

                             Eight minutes to go. 

“Unauthorized removal of a stormtrooper’s helmet is a punishable offense.”

Or is it that he will be punished for allowing its removal? And this assumes that anyone finds out what had happened – there’s too much to worry about, but never enough time for it. Seven minutes and fifty seconds.

Lips, unhindered, find Vox’s. Kissing is new ( even when it isn’t ) and, though Kit is skilled in many aspects, intimacy isn’t one of them. There’s too much tongue. Too many teeth. He kisses as though he’s entering battle – and intends to be the victor. Fingers against the others hips, seeking further down. Bruising where they’re clenched against cloth and flesh. Each breath is still too loud. Heart pounding in his throat.

     And then       nausea hits.

It’s expected, by now – that familiar lump in the pit of his stomach. Clawing up his insides. Threatening to spill over if he is to continue. It is meant to remind KT-1807 that this is NOT  what he was made for. The assault ceases against Vox’s lips. Blue gaze squeezed shut as if he hopes that sheer will alone could hope to banish the dizzying sensation. It doesn’t. It CAN’T. Nothing seems to work.

[indoctrinxted-blog]

He’s about to let out a cocky and probably very embarrassing ‘Then you should punish me.’ when Kit’s lips fall onto his and the response is - thankfully - cut off. Easily falling into the action of kissing him back enthusiastically. Hands gripping onto the back of the plastoid armor or anywhere they can find purchase.

He still surprised even now - Kit’s lips upon his - that the other even bothered to pay any attention to him in the first place. While a medical officer he was still just - well - Vox.  Not to mention there were plenty of other ( and much more ) good looking officers and troopers out there besides him. 

             And probably ones much less likely to break every regulation in the book.

Though deep down he was pretty sure Kit liked that about him. His little rebellious remarks probably the only thing setting him aside from the others aboard the ship. 

                                                           Well at least that what he liked to believe.

His thoughts are cut off by the sudden departure of Kit’s lips from his. Everything coming back into sharp contrast as the sound of his own hard breathing reached his ears. The sound of the what he was sure would classify as a pitiful sound that fell from his lips at the departure. Opening eyes he hadn’t realized he had shut. 

At the look on Kit’s face he can instantly tell whats wrong. “Hey- Hey.” he says quickly, hands quickly finding Kit’s face and neck in - what he hopes - a comforting gesture. "You don’t have to -” he pauses, brow furrowing. “You don’t have to push yourself.”

“Not for me at least.” he kind of mutters, instantly regretting his words and diverting to another subject. “I uh- I didn’t call you here for you know-” This.

“I just- well i just wanted to - I guess- see you?” He throws out a lopsided grin as he continues rubbing small calming circles on the nape of his neck. Hopefully easing whatever the other was feeling.

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Magnificent, aren’t they?

[indoctrinxted-blog]

“Your heart’s in the right place. Your heart and your butt.”

@beyonderiadu​ // PARKS && REC

(Still Accepting)

It had been a rather uneventful day when the orders came through his terminal from the Chief Medical Officer. Once again asking for his presence in relation to prisoner 3128, Lena, his thoughts supplied though he was unsure why they did so. 

She had been moved back to her original cell after the initial interrogation had been concluded. And so, being ever the good officer, he had marched medkit in hand down to the prisoner block and had been let into the small cell without incident.

She hadn’t said much to him as he had gone about his business. Grabbing out a mediscanner and checking her vitals, Applying a new bacta patch or a coat of dermaseal every now and then as he worked away. So when he had heard the words he had to do a double take just to make sure he had heard right. 

“Well uh- thanks? I guess?” 

The tips of his ears had definitely not gone scarlet because that would be really inappropriate given the whole situation. 

“Uh-” he stumbled again, unsure of what he could even say to make the situation less embarrassing - and or weird - than it was. “Same to you…?” 

That had definitely not been it. 

[thestarwarssith]

[bucketbraiin]

@indoctrinxted ( ✕ )

Jaw tightens.

Anger is poorly contained beneath bruised skin and bloodied brow, KT-1807 will not humor the teasing today. Not when it comes at HIS expense. Teeth bared, a warning, he spits his answer through them like it’s poison.

“ —– training.”

There’s no further explanation. Why should he be REQUIRED to? Vox knows the brutality of their regiment ( at least, what he’s been told ) and all that would come of elaborating is the intolerable look Vox sometimes gives him. 

          The trooper isn’t sure if it's sympathy or pity, but he hates it all the same.

[indoctrinxted-blog]

“Sorry.” He say almost reflexively. 

His smile falters a bit and he looks over his shoulder at the door to the examination room behind him. Please no one come through, he thinks to himself as he moves a bit closer to Kit. Laying his hand softly on the others arm in a - hopefully - reassuring gesture.

“Hey-” he starts, pausing as he tries to figure out the best way to word what he wants to say. “I’m sure you were uh - great out there. I mean, cause you are well - pretty great - and well...” he trails off a little wincing at his own words. 

He spares another glance behind him at the door and turns back to Kit, quickly leaning down to place a chaste kiss against the spot above his brow now covered by the white bacta patch. 

“Sorry, again.” 

[indoctrinxted-blog]

“I am not a sore loser. It’s just that I prefer to win and when I don’t, I get furious. ”

@bucketbraiin // PARKS && REC

(Still Accepting)

He laughed a little under his breath, the sound carrying in the small examination room at Kit’s words. He smiled trying to re-focus on dabbing a coat of Dermaseal over the small lacerations that had opened up over the troopers brow. 

He glanced away quickly picking up a small bacta patch from one of the drawers. Setting the small bottle of Dermaseal and applicator back on the counter and leveling the trooper with a look.

“Yeah well- hate to burst your bubble but I’m pretty sure that’s the exact definition of ‘Sore Loser’, probably even has a picture of you next to it.”

“There.” He said, pressing the patch over the wound and letting it adhere to the skin. “Good as can be.” He grinned lopsidedly, looking at Kit expectantly.

“What even happened anyway? Wait - Do I even want to know?” 

[wingshead-a-blog]

PARKS && RECS MEME (P2.)

“I really like you, but you are a terrible person to talk to about personal stuff.”

“We should talk soon because I almost bought a toe ring the other day.”

“You know when you go to the ATM and get money—is there an actual guy that stands there and gives you money?”

“You sound like a tampon commercial. ”

“I once forgot to brush my teeth for five weeks. I didn’t actually sell my last car. I just forgot where I parked it. I don’t know who Al Gore is and now I’m afraid to ask.”

“We can just sit back and take it easy. But instead we’re going to lean forward and take it hard. ”

“Good, I hate paperwork. I hardly ever do it in my bed on a Saturday night listening to old Spice Girls CDs.”

“If all goes well, this might be one of the last times I get to speak to you.”

“It was a pizza stuffed with little pizzas. And the crusts of those little pizzas were stuffed with chocolate.”

“There has never been a sadness not cured by breakfast food.”

“I got you a going away present. I’m finally deleting you from my phone.”

“I’ve been reading up on nipples.”

“Everything is amazing. Today is perfect. And I love you.”

“You can trust me because I don’t care enough about you to lie.”

“Time is money, money is power, power is pizza, and pizza is knowledge, let’s go!”

“First rule. No conversation lasts longer than 100 total words. I have used 9. You have used 20.”

“Remember when last year no one got flu shots because there was a rumor they’d turn you European?”

“You poetic and noble land mermaid.”

“I formally retract my hug.”

“I am not a sore loser. It’s just that I prefer to win and when I don’t, I get furious. ”

“This will be blown way out of proportion! You have my word on that!”

“Your heart’s in the right place. Your heart and your butt.”

“Right now my gut is telling me we’re going to listen to Mariah Carey the whole way home.”

“The hug machine is here! Smiling on all cylinders!

“It’s my favorite kind of battle. Two men enter. One me leaves!”

“Well, I think you have several options. They’re all terrible. But they’re options.

“I only tell the truth when it makes me sound like I’m lying.”

“I am 100 percent sure I am 0 percent sure of what to do.”

“No one achieves anything alone.”

“Is that a drawing of my reproductive system saying ‘Let’s Do This’?”

“You are so brilliant and kind and stupid-hot!”

“I don’t entirely understand the behavior of young people. Recently we engaged in something called a group hang. It was like a date but there were seven other people there.

“I’m allergic to sushi. Every time I eat more than 80 pieces, I throw up.

“I don’t know if you know this, but things with fat in them taste way better than things that don’t!

“When I get bummed out I take my shirt off because the bad feelings make me feel sweaty.”

“Breakfast food can serve many purposes.

"Thinking about my future. I am deeply ridiculously in love with you. And above everything else, I just want to be with you forever.

"Seriously, did you eat farts for lunch?”

“Take the easy way out. I always do. It’s easy!”

“I love this idea and I love me for thinking of it.”

“I am big enough to admit I am often inspired by myself.”

“Number one is being able to run 2 miles in under 25 minutes. That’s a typo right? That’s not humanly possible.”

“First of all, you did the right thing by hiding underneath this table.

"My official statement is that is, overall, a bummer.”

“In a few minutes, we’ll walk in there, we’ll give him our demands, and then BAM — I start crying.”

“If I had to have anybody tell me that I have cancer, I would want it to be me.”

[indoctrinxted-blog]

 “ But the photographs remind me of who I used to be                                                        If only I could go back where I,                                                                                                                          I was me.”