[startold]

STARTOLD / independent & strictly mutuals only multimuse, featuring canon & original muses from media such as doctor who & star trek. loved by hope ( she / her / 25+ ) created march ❛23.

AFFILIATED WITH / @fablelike, @gallifraes, @frankensteintm, @qravedug, @falling-for-a-fantasy.

OTHER BLOGS / @suitwore, @highly1ogical.

PRIORITY MUSES / all star trek muses.

GDOC / MEMES

[startold]

i'm on annual leave for the next two weeks BUT in week 2 i'm going on holiday & won't have my laptop. so whatever i get the chance to do this week ( which is also super busy w plans ), i'm gonna put it in the queue, which i'll unpause when i'm away! sorry if you're waiting for replies!!!! i am always available on disco for plotting & threads !

[startold]

P R I D E N A I L S ! & also a lesbian balloon sword fight

[earthslastchance]

okay. it's true. I'm afraid! I don't want to die! I've worked my ASS off on this project and I deserve to LIVE......You're MURDERING ME. I don't want to die, please don't send me off to DIE!

an independent and highly selective portrayal of dr. ryland grace of project hail mary. primarily book based with film canon influences. by sunny <3

[startold]

STARTOLD / independent & strictly mutuals only multimuse, featuring canon & original muses from media such as doctor who & star trek. loved by hope ( she / her / 25+ ) created march ❛23.

[startold]

don't mind nala she's just chewing on alirak's ankles

UNPROMPTED . always accepting .

sorry he's kicking her away like whatever is wrong with her is catching.

[leepacesource]

Thranduil in The Desolation of Smaug

[russianblush]

no ai usage over here. you’re gonna get my shitty authentic writing whether you like it or not

[startold]

[txt -> bill d.] did you even save my number or am i just a ghost to you again -richie

UNPROMPTED . always accepting.

[ message ; ] if only getting rid of you was so easy. [ message ; ] no, sorry. been wrapped up in new book i'm working on. what's up?

[clochanam]

" would you prefer a pterodactyl or a stegosaurus? " two plasters flag between her fingertips, and she sets them down on the counter, a playful smile settling on her lips. taking a seat in front of @startold, she opens out the kit, withdrawing a collection of gauze squares, cotton pads and alcohol wipes, using the second to try and clear the blood away. " i get a lot of cranky health and safety inspectors searching for any excuse to make my life complicated. i also have a dozen kids upstairs who love hobbies that make injuries more likely... good news for you, isn't it? you wanna tell me what actually happened here? "

[startold]

❛ oh, definitely the stegosaurus, thanks. ❜ he grins, before letting out an incredulous laugh. what a first proper meeting. he can't help but wish they'd got chatting in other circumstances. ❛ it was just me being clumsy, y'know. ❜ gestures to himself, ❛ big lump. ❜ yet he won't meet her eye. not that an almost stranger would be able to tell he's lying- or so he thinks. ❛ that's the thing about antiques shops, isn't it? they're just cluttered. maybe i should hire someone to keep it tidy. ❜ a joke- he wouldn't dream of putting someone else through the horrors of that damn shop.

[nursc]

now he cares about what is allowed? she scoffs, not bothering to look back at him, not sure if she is ready yet. there is a chance if she does, she'll never look away, and she can't allow herself to fall into the trap of missing him. she takes a breath, nurturing her anger before she replies. ❛⠀ we are helping people, tobias.⠀ ❜

when there are lives involved, she takes a very interpretive eye to the rulebook. ❛⠀ not everything is about you. it's about them, and what they need, and as long as you have two hands, you might as well make yourself useful.⠀ ❜

[startold]

he's stuck between a rock & a hard place. he wants to help people- really he does. but. . . what's he supposed to do in an active emergency? he has no protective gear, his weapon is barely hanging on. his first aid skills extend to cuts from repairing his ship. had he been trained once before? sure, but that was a long time ago. in another life.

❛ i don't want to be useful. ❜ tobias tosses back at her. it's the opposite of the truth, but why not live up to her current expectations? ❛ i want to go back to my ship & fly the immediate other way of whatever's going on here. ❜ so why is he still following her? he'll say he's just curious, wants to get the down low before he runs away. but really he's already skimming over the details on the screen, psyching himself up for danger.

[bak3rs]

˚₊‧꒰ა 🤎🚪💛 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> NOSE SCRUNCHES EVER .. so slightly. as her lips purse. she shifts in her chair. trying to ignore his stare. blue eyes narrow down at the glass in her hand. before placing it down onto the bench. shoulders shrug ever so slightly. now she feels silly. sobering to have a man with the ability to communicate. to actually understand her feelings. but of course jim was good at that. he wasn't captain for no reason. ❝ the governor's daughter seemed to really like you. ❞ now she feels like a teenager.

[startold]

expression is shamed slightly as he looks away, fingers stilling on his glass. ❛ what happened between us. . . ❜ he begins, but stops himself, trying to find the right words. ❛ i had a job to do. there was valuable information we needed to able to stop their plans. i simply. . . had to use the tools available to get it. ❜ himself, he means. weaponise her attraction to him against her. ❛ i'm sorry, ellie. i should have told you before. ❜

[the-technicolor-whiscash]

Kirk sitting like a gay little bitch

Star Trek, 03x18 - The Lights of Zetar

[falling-for-a-fantasy]

She fixes her own tea, muscle memory taking over as the thoughts overrun her mind of what she would do to the man who took her family from her, and she looks at him now, unable to pretend like she hasn't replayed the scenario in her head every day. "He'd suffer. Death is too good for him." Lips tighten as she tries to keep her face neutral, sipping her tea as a distraction and clearing her throat. It was hard talking to somebody who understood. Amelia thought it could help, but it was harder when it didn't, and she was beginning to think nothing ever would. "What about you?"

[startold]

patrick says nothing, simply watching her mannerisms. the way her body tightens further when he asks his question; he knows exactly what she's thinking about. it's the same thing on his mind constantly. in his daydreams, in his dreams, he is making the man who destroyed his world suffer. he will not let this woman take away that opportunity from him.

simply ignores her question- he's already on thin ice with the cbi. doesn't need anyone catching wind of his plans to murder someone. ❛ have you found anything out about the location of red john? ❜ the killer is a smart man, he covers his tracks well. if the fbi & the cbi can't catch him, he doubts one civilian can. but still, he remains desperate for information. if she has anything that he doesn't, he wants to know.

[softeranimals]

@startold's jay-den sent: " [TXT] : do you always do this or just to me? " ( ' random text message prompts ' )

[ txt: jay-den ]: what, be so terribly charming it's hard to even stand? [ txt: jay-den ]: a bit of both, i suppose, you do get some extra 😉

[startold]

[ message ; ] i do not know what you are talking about. [ message ; ] i simply meant, do you send everyone else constant messages until they reply?

[startold]

OPEN STARTER .

the doors of the turbolift hiss open & alirak straightens from his current position of leaning over a console. the other's presence is unexpected in the engineering bay, so he can only surmise that there must be some kind of emergency.

crystalline gaze sweeps over them, expression appearing just on the edge of a sneer as he takes them in. ❛ . . . i was not told anyone would be arriving. is there a problem? ❜ perhaps- but not with his engines, they are running as smooth as can be.

[boldlogic]

his face is trained. it betrays nothing, besides a perceptible determination in regards to carrying out the task which he's endeavoured to at this time. not even registering the weight of which he bears, almost as if were nothing. the captain's mass is distributed across both arms, carrying him briskly through the corridor - slightly barren, though there were a slight bustling of personnel navigating towards either their designated stations, or between points where their immediate presences were required in order to restore ship's primary systems. they are but blurs in his peripheral - unimportant, in relation to the safety of the captain. and as there was no way of presently summoning mccoy to the bridge, he had made the logical decision to carry kirk to sickbay himself. already having made a brief trip between decks within the turbo lift. the condition red light painting their features transitioning between crimson and shadow, cut by the severity of his expression.

all he's allowed himself is that sense of urgency - permeating within his entire body, as the remainder has been presently trained. having had time within the short ride to calm himself, and to re-establish the jilted emotional shield which always buckled like their damaged hull at any mere threat to jim's life. the captain's face deceptively serene as he laid within his arms. and spock had allowed himself to look down at him for too long. his brows having been narrowed, creased with the worry he dare not now show. his fingers having tightened marginally upon his shoulder, before he'd committed himself to steadying his breathing. the lift had malfunctioned a few levels too soon, however, and spock was now heading towards the jefferies tube which would lead him to the correct locale.

he does not even look down as kirk stirs. however there is a slight contracting of his arms as he efforts to keep him tightly locked there, for he was beginning to struggle. he does not have time to answer the captain's primary inquiry, however, before he makes the request that spock had been well aware he'd be condemned to. and one that he cannot fulfill. his jaw tightens a fraction, though he does not slow - nor does he give even an inch to the strength of his hold upon the captain. "the ship's primary systems are, for the most part, nonfunctional. shields are holding, but just barely. however we should not expect another attack, at present. if we can trust our sensor readings, they show only debris from the opposing vessel, and zero life signs." he begins, clinically. knowing the safety of the ship would be of primary concern to jim. "warp engines are down, and we are now running on impulse power. furthermore, all communications are out. but i can assure you, mister scott is exacting repairs..." luckily, the engineer was on the bridge at the time of attack. however, spock is pointedly avoiding the order he proceeds to undermine by his continued movement. his voice having tapered off into a lower tone, now all that betrays any effort he is currently experiencing. "as is lietenant uhura." he continues to deflect, finding it easier to relay all that he has been able to gather from the mere seconds it had taken to lift jim, and divvy out orders while receiving brief pockets of information. his own readings having come in only moments before jim had lost consciousness, with mister chekov taking over in his absence. "i have given mister desalle the conn until further notice, given your temporary incapacity. though i trust you'll find the decision wise. with his recent transfer to the engineering sector, and his exceptional resourcefulness, i expect that he will effectively oversee any and all countermeasures in the meantime." he hopes that this will somewhat ease the captain's mind enough to rescind that order, however he does not allow himself to hope.

"as for returning you to the bridge, i am afraid i cannot do that at this time. you may file a formal reprimand if you must, as that is your prerogative." he begins, "i was unable to contact doctor mccoy, and i found it pertinent to ensure you arrive within sickbay as expeditiously as possible." he raises a brow. "and under starfleet medical regulation, the doctor does have the legal authority to overrule any order, as to protect the health and safety of this crew." with backing from the first officer, certainly.

[startold]

upon hearing the state of the enterprise, a newfound struggle rips through him to free himself from spock's grip. ❛ they're going to need me up there, spock. ❜ he can keep his command, even in pain. the medbay can wait. bones can wait. please just let him back on that bridge, it's all he has. but the vulcan's arms do not ease, keeping him tucked against his front.

a sigh as he's told them myriad updates, though he's glad a competent team remain on the bridge in their absence. it does not do much to lessen the sick feeling knowing he's getting further away from the danger zone. ❛ i seem to be alright now, don't i mister spock? come on, just put me down. ❜ now that he's fully awake, the visuals of the situation are catching up with him. his first officer is carrying him through the ship like a damsel, he can only be glad there's no one around to witness it.

having seen spock exact his vulcan strength before, it's not so surprising to jim that he's being carried so easily, but it's still strange. he's a bulky man- one too many burgers enjoyed & plenty of time working out. yet there are no physical signs of exertion. the flashing lights hurt his eyes; causes the headache throbbing in his head to worsen, but all those things are easily ignored when he puts his mind to something.

❛ what the doctor doesn't know won't hurt him. ❜ he grumbles, but know he's fighting a losing battle- there is no give for argument in the officer's tone. ❛ at least allow me the dignity to walk myself in there. ❜ bones would only fret over him more if he's carried into the sickbay. not to mention the teasing he'd have to endure once the other deemed him healthy. considering the information that all systems are down, he can only guess they're heading towards the old fashioned ladders to get to their destination, & spock may be strong, but he'd hardly feel fair subjecting him to his weight one handed & climbing at the same time knowing he's fully conscious.

❛ were you hurt? during the attack? ❜ he's certain the other won't have taken stock of his own needs at this point- he has a terrible habit of putting others before himself. but that doesn't stop the concern blossoming within him as he looks the other over, trying to glimpse any injuries.