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Alrighty! I think I’ve got my multimuse blog set up as much as I can. Here’s where it’s at! Muses below:
Eddie Brock/Venom (High activity)
Jim Kirk (Medium activity)
Charles Xavier (Medium activity)
JARVIS (Low activity, by request)
Diana Prince/Wonder Woman (Low activity, by request)
Alrighty! I think I’ve got my multimuse blog set up as much as I can. Here’s where it’s at! Muses below:
Eddie Brock/Venom (High activity)
Jim Kirk (Medium activity)
Charles Xavier (Medium activity)
JARVIS (Low activity, by request)
Diana Prince/Wonder Woman (Low activity, by request)
pls answer this poll about possible multimuse blog if you don’t mind???
Reblog this if you roleplay or are willing to roleplay on Discord
Hi I’m stressed beyond belief at work and crazy busy but I miss you all dearly and I hope you’re well!!! Hopefully, if I just get through the next 2-3 weeks, things will calm down and I can be active here again. In the meantime, mutuals can find me on d.iscord for ooc chat and rp, and w.ire for ic texting
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fasciinating:
HAPPINESS, HE WOULD ARGUE, is purely conjecture where the Captain’s information is incomplete. Spock is not appreciative of such assumptions from Kirk—or from anyone for that matter—assumptions, that imply Spock is anything more or anything less than what he truly is, when he has done nothing to garner it. He looks down at the holo, but this time he does not hide the way severity has creased between his brows. It is only a moment he spends deciding, and that answer is just as succinct as the single option he sees, “Blue.”
Jim’s damn near holding his breath as he waits for the verdict, his brows raising as Spock’s crease. Thankfully, he doesn’t have to wait too long, before the Vulcan renders a decision. PADD tossed aside, Jim woops, tossing an arm around the other’s shoulders briefly before he’s doing what might be considered a victory dance. “I knew it!!! I win! Barrel aged bottle of whiskey, here I come. Knew you’d be reasonable about the whole thing and see it for how it obviously is. Black and Blue.”
Wishlist:
-Post revival. Jim’s reactions to being brought back from the dead. How he jokes and makes light of it, smiles, but he’s not himself. Not sleeping from the nightmares. Feeling jittery and jumpy. Trying to smother it down and hide it, even going so far as to steal concealer from one of the women on the ship to hide the dark circles under his eyes. Because he doesn’t want to worry the crew, worry his friends. But there’s something fractured about his smile…
jim rn: wants to be kissed also jim: don’t touch me I don’t deserve actual love and affection
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eyebrows at
don’t give me that look there’s nothing to see here don’t worry about it
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sure jan
how dare you
fasciinating:
IT IS THIS INSISTENCE, sudden, that narrows Spock’s eyes. For five-sixths a second, he sees the Captain as Kirk should be—yellow gold and silver strips, familiar features he is privy to day after day when on the bridge—but there is something else. Inquiring, searching. Looking, where Spock aims to avoid scrutiny and questions and the need to explain what he cannot, does not, want to explain. “Captain, my health has not interfered with my duties.”
Spock goes right for the professional capacity of Jim’s questions, completely bypassing the fact that perhaps, he’s asking out of personal concern as well. “I didn’t say it has, Spock. That’s not why I’m asking.” Some of that stiff air of professionalism melts, allowing Spock to see through the cracks to something softer behind it. “I’m worried about you. Not your ability to do your job, so don’t start in on that, but you. As a person. I know you’re not much of a talker, but you know I’d always be willing to lend an ear, if you need someone to talk to.”
aviophobic:
“Oh, yeah,” he snarks, on some level knowing that engaging this way is providing a distraction. Leonard won’t be grateful just yet; he doesn’t know whether or not this is intentional on Jim’s part. “Zen. Centered. Never been more serene in my entire goddamn life.”
It’s hard to believe he used to climb trees as a kid.
“Stop- just stop crowdin’ me,” he snaps, even though Jim is doing no such thing. “What difference does it make if you grab me while we’re both on our way down, anyhow?” he gripes, telling himself he needs to keep moving slowly and carefully.
Leonard’s heart is in his throat. The creaking goes louder, and he changes his mind, freezing momentarily like a frightened hare before it tears away into the undergrowth and then picking up his pace, hurrying about as swiftly as he’s starting to sweat. “Go. Go.”
“You look very zen. Enlightened, almost.” Maybe enlightened to how much of an annoyance Jim is. Especially with how he’s hovering. “Don’t question my protective methods, Bones. I got a plan. And a plan for a plan, in case the first plan fails.” Jim honestly didn’t think he’d actually need those plans, but the creaking echoes loudly, much more ominous than the last time. Alright, time for plan A. Pressing to the side, Jim grabs Bones’ shirt and tugs him forward, so he’s in the lead. “Move it, Bones!!” At least this way, Bones will get to safety first. Though hopefully Jim will too, but if the bridge does fail...well, that’s when his plan for his plan would come in. “C’mon, book it like the last cup of coffee is on the other side!”
Jim Kirk moodboard
@paramounticebound said: “Give me attention.” 😎
For a moment, he thinks he’s heard the man wrong. But based on the look currently on Khan’s face, well. Jim heard him correctly. A little amused at the request, something so rare from the other man, Jim tosses his arm around his shoulders, tugging him into a half hug. “Feeling a little neglected, are we? Don’t tell me you’re jealous of all the time I’m spending in Engineering with Scotty.” He’s enjoying teasing Khan far too much.
@paramounticebound said: “Is that blood?”
“No, it’s fucking chocolate syrup.” He’s in a foul mood, so sue him. “Of course it’s blood, Khan. What else would be coming out of a split lip?” And possibly a broken nose. Oh, and a cut above his eyebrow. He may also possibly have a concussion. And apparently none of that was communicated to Khan ahead of time, given his reaction as Jim turned the corner and nearly ran into him.
@paramounticebound said: “Why are you lying to me?”
“Why are you so convinced that I’m lying to you?” Because he is. Lying, that is. But it’s not something he wants to discuss with Khan, not any time soon at least. Honestly, he never expected the man to be this observant. Usually, Kirk can go for at least another week before anyone starts to notice how exhausted he looks and starts to ask about his sleep schedule. But no, Khan just had to start asking questions now, that sharp gaze of his finding something that gave it away. “Geez, you’re so sensitive. Why would I bother to lie about what time I went to bed? And what are you, my mother? Why’s it matter to you??”
