#chxkov

[onlyknowwhaticando]

[drunk text] You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known

[text] somehow i don’t think this was meant for me

@chxkov

[onlyknowwhaticando]

❛ gosh golly! this beat is … whoo! this beat is … DANDY! ❜

Jim blinks, trying and failing not to gape a little as his tactical officer dances around the room. “What’s got into him?” he mutters under his breath. In a normal voice, he says, “Where did you even get the audio, this song is ancient?”

@chxkov

[inheritedattitude-a]

@chxkov || x 

“no, you don’t understand. i learned early on that being BLUNT and HONEST is the best way to go ---- so when i say something, i mean it,” well, most of the time. sometimes certain subjects, like..... say, feelings were a little more difficult ( though the difficulty felt justifiable ). as far as feeling went, anger and frustration seemed to be the only ones that were openly communicated. but that was completely irrelevant right now, wasn’t it? letting out a sigh, arms crossed and she stared pointedly at the other. “all i’m saying is that i’m NOT lying, okay?”

[jxannamccoy-blog]

Grown-Up || chxkov

“Pavel!”

The eighteen year old dodged some of the other crew members as she ran to Chekov, a wide grin on her face as she skidded to a halt in front of him. She’d had numerous visits to the Enterprise since her father had first joined Starfleet, but she hadn’t had the opportunity for almost a year now, with final exams taking over her life and her mother refusing to let up on her studying.

But now exams were done and she’d finally gotten the chance to come and visit. And in the fall, she’d be starting Starfleet Academy, something which excited her to no end.

@chxkov

[scottiish]

flipflop ensign

what the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? i’ll have you know i graduated top of my class in the engineering sciences, and i’ve been involved in numerous secret raids with starfleet, and i have over 300 confirmed kills. i am trained in gorilla warfare and i’m the top scotsman in the entire fleet. you are nothing to me but just another target. i will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this earth, mark my fucking words. you think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the internet? think again, fucker. as we speak i am contacting my secret network of spies across space and your ip is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. the storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. you’re fucking dead, kid. i can be anywhere, anytime, and i can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. not only am i extensively trained in unarmed combat, but i have access to the entire arsenal of the uss enterprise and i will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. if only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. but you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. i will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. you’re fucking dead, kiddo.

[star-trekker-0013]

New to the Crew (RP with @chxkov )

@chxkov

Katherine Peregrine looked around the dining hall of the U.S.S. Enterprise. She held her tablet under her tray as she looked around the area, trying to be discreet. This was always the hard part when she was somewhere new-trying to find an empty spot to eat. It wasn’t that she was afraid of meeting someone new. Well, to be honest, she kind of was. She just didn’t to do it at that moment. If she did, then they would talk, she would explain why she was on the Enterprise, and then the new person would struggle to be on their best behavior around her, completely missing the point that she was there to write about the new planets and systems they found, not to write a report on the crew of the ship during their five year mission. That, and with how fast she tended to talk, very few understood her without asking her to repeat herself.

There. There was an empty table near the back. Close to it was a door where she could make a quick getaway if she had to. She made her way over and sat at the table. Taking her stylus, she began to write on her tablet, taking bites of her food in between.

[ensignfinnclifton]

Chekov/Finn

Send me an otp you have with my muse and I will rate it from 1-10

9/10 

i wish i could rp romantic chekov/finn but i love the brotp i have with chxkov too

[ensignfinnclifton]

chicken dances by

pavel, pavel no