the prodigal son

Pavel Andreievich Chekov [Independent Star Trek Blog; please read about] **tracking ninefivewiktorwiktortwo**

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have you ever had a friend who is literally like your soul mate but like in a friendship way like you are so compatible and perfect for each other 

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Name one Pokemon you can see my muse having

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montgomery-c-j-scott replied to your post: “(Dragon*Con is over and life has calmed down. I’ll be around tonight...”:

// I was literally just talking about you and our thread o.o

(Well heeeey <3 missed you. Sorry I was gone for so long.)

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; if you find me to be INTIMIDATING in any way, send along ☠ with the reasons why.

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( also I really want Chekov to meet a Peter Quill...)

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(Dragon*Con is over and life has calmed down. I'll be around tonight so if anyone wants to thread/continue threads, let me know!!)

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Hello from the intergalactic ball!!

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( sorry I haven't been around. Been getting ready for dragoncon. If I owe you like this post please )

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I’m 50 away from my 170 goal and I have one day left. Here’s hoping I make that last bit- 

Thank you to everyone who has donated. if anyone who has donated wants arts, please let me know, I will draw something for you. 

Donate here

I only have one day left now.

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Your muse's reaction to my muse wearing nothing but a towel. Go!

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I wonder how old everyone is on tumblr.. Put a | by your age.

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Signs that someone really knows and loves the baby they play

#what color is your tie Arthur#it couldn't just be solid red#oh no it couldn't be could it be#because these people you work with don't really see you#or they see you the way you want them to see you#that prick with a stick up his ass#always claiming this is impossible or this won't work#always practical#always dressed for the occasion#they see pressed and tailored suits#sweater vests and ties#a moleskine with a leger and a timeline with all the elements in neat tidy order#not a speck of imagination in sight#except#that's not really the case is it?#because if it were#if all you were was the image they had of you#your tie would be solid fucking red#wouldn't it be?

itsbeenalongnight

[montgomery-c-j-scott]

Fire all!

 ”My heart has always belonged to yah. Will yah keep it safe?” Scotty looked Pavel dead in the eye as he said these words. He wasn’t sure he’d get another chance to ask him with the way things were playing out. 

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Scotty used every trick in the book that he knew. Did everything he could to stay just out of reach but keep them coming. For the first half of the chase this worked well but then the tables turned and they started to get the upper hand on him. It seemed that at every turn they were already there. Realization was finally starting to dawn on him that he wouldn’t make it back to Pasha, and that thought scared him to death. Eventually they were able to corner him and brought him down.  

For the next six months they kept him in the same cell. Scotty managed to pick the lock once, but had the bad luck to run straight into a patrol and was sent back down into the cells, with precautions added so he couldn’t reach the door. Right when he’d begun to wonder if they’d forgotten about him they came in and told him that it was time. He had a fairly good idea what they meant, and his heart sank.

To his surprise he’d been brought to another ship. Something about going to see someone of authority about turning his life around. He didn’t care too much about why they were putting him on a ship he was just thankful they were. He now had the opportunity to get away and find his way back to Pavel. The entire journey they were fighting storm after storm. He smiled at the time, believing that the sea was trying to get him his freedom, and it soon succeeded. The ship was dragged down to the bottom of the ocean during a nasty storm and he managed to survive. 

As soon as he made it to land he staggered into a pub and asked for the date and he learned that it had been a year since he’d last seen Chekov. He was worried that something might have happened to the lad in his absence, and used that fear to boost his search. For the next three and a half he searched for Chekov, trading for passage from one port to another until he’d nearly given up. Then one day he ran into the same men who’d caught him four and a half years prior. He was sad to say that the event repeated itself and he soon found himself on a ship going to his death. He was ready to give up by that point. He’d spent three and a half years looking for the crew that Pavel and he worked for and he had always just missed them or missed them by a year. He had six months to think about whether or not he wanted to try and escape by the time they made port. 

Scotty waited for his opportunity to present itself then bolted like a bat out of hell. He ran like Davy Jones himself was behind him. It had been five bloody years since he’d last seen Pasha and he was not about to give up. His feet carried him towards the docks, naturally being pulled towards the ships which always meant freedom. He cursed though as it seemed his chasers knew that he would do that. He quickly slid behind a few crates that had been left for the evening, and tried to catch his breath. He looked around him trying to find something to break his cuffs with. He cursed under his breath as he came up empty.

He jumped when he heard they were getting closer and quickly scurried over to the next hiding place. He needed to get inside someplace. He eyed the ships that were docked and wondered briefly if he thought any of them might be worth trying for the evening. He growled as he had to dash to another place. He scanned the ships as he passed them trying to find one he thought would be ideal. After a gun shot came to close for comfort, he finally just picked one and scurried up the gangplank. He paused right before he got on though, hearing some sort of yell, or cry on board. “Ah hell.” He said, and quickly stumbled back down the gangplank. Leave it to him to pick the one with someone on deck. “Over there!” He heard someone shout and he cursed again at his wretched luck.

"By Davy Jones’ beard yah gotta beh kiddin meh!" He screamed at the small group that was running at him now. He scowled and started to run into the city, hoping to lose them there. 

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No sooner had Scotty stepped foot on the docks than he was grabbed from behind and pulled him out of sight. He hadn't been sure-- what he would do if Scotty ever came back- 

But it was at a point where the return was a little too late, his heart hurt a little too much for too long and he had been reluctantly successful in shutting down the part of his mind that ached for the company of the man he loved. 

And then there was Scotty, on the desk, there was Scotty, bolting for the city. Chekov was faster. He had a hand over the man's mouth, words against his ear so soft- "Do not fight me, meester Scott." The accent was unmistakable, but the voice sounded so unlike it used to. He sounded grown up, he sounded hardened- 

Once his pursuers had passed, Chekov let him go. There was no other choice, he couldn't very well keep this man. He felt a painful twist in his chest. This was unfair. Why now, of all times, when Chekov was trying to move on and let go, why did Scotty come back now? 

Quickly, the younger man put space between them, and then he was turning away and walking back to the ship. He couldn't do this. 

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I'm not entirely sure who did it, but somehow I only need 60$ more to reach my goal by tuesday ;w; thank you to everyone who had donated. 

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So at the moment, I’m in a bit of a bind. There is the very real possibility I’m going to be kicked out if I don’t raise 170$ by Tuesday. I know I’m not super active but if anyone could donate, it would really help out a lot. 

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Still need: $161 

Please guys, I am scared. Everything helps, even if it’s just a dollar.

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