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We’ve been mutuals for ages? But we haven’t really ever spoken? But I always see you in my notes which I appreciate a lot so I’m joust going to assume you have the patience of a saint for putting up with everything that ends up in my queue and everyone elses dashboards 💖
Mihra Tabris, Elena Hawke and Cicillia Lavellan — heroes of Dragon Age. Thank you for commissioning me, jaylahz!
I just found your blog and your art is so ???? freaking amazing??? honestly, I dream of the day where I'll have enough money to commission you for something ;w;
thank you this is so sweet!!! May we all one day have enough money to live and flourish happily, honestly, and never live paycheck-to-paycheck ever again 💪
I don't know if you're aware, but The Outer Worlds is part of the Xbox Game Pass and right now, you can get your first month of it for a dollar :) just thought I'd let you know
Thanks, I appreciate it! I've seen that post floating around but unfortunately I don't have an XBox and only play on PC, typically.
jaylahz replied to your post “AU where Kaidan ends up in the Andromeda Initiative and on the Tempest...”
okay, but we know that the arks leave the milkyway galaxy while shep is dead, so what if Kaidan decides to join the initiative because it's not like there's anything left for him in the milkyway anyway now that they're gone?
oof, well now I’m sad. but honestly that’s sorta what I was thinking. like kaidan’s just being moved around by the alliance to terminus places and things like that and is getting tired of it and also no one believes him when he talks about the reapers like shep would have wanted so he hears about the initiative and then thinks that might be the best back up plan, to at least ensure that some people from the milky way galaxy get to live and there’s nothing currently keeping him here.
(cue the sad recordings the original normandy crew get of him saying goodbye. joker gives his to shepard when shep finally comes back)
oooh, I have a prompt: Bones somehow learns that Jim was on Tarsus
It’s Pike who tells him.
Leonard has known Jim for over two years now and they’ve been inseparable ever since. He is a man of science, a doctor, he knows that nothing is promised in life. He has lost so much throughout his years - his father, his marriage, his daughter - but he has one certainty left.
It’s that Jim Kirk will be in his life one way or another.
Others must see it too, because one day Bones is called to Pike’s office, and Pike tells him.
“I know how important you are to Jim,” he tells him.
“I also know how important Jim is to you,” he tells him.
“That’s why I’ve decided to tell you something that Jim won’t tell you.”
And Pike tells him, “I’m only telling you so that you now, so that you understand him more.”
And Pike tells him, “You must never tell him you know.”
“What are you saying?” Bones asks, lips pressed together, heart beating fast against his rib cage.
“Jim was on Tarsus IV. Jim is a Tarsus Nine.”
Bones feels the world shattering around him, and yet when he opens his eyes again, breathless and cold, nothing has changed in the world apart from his perception of it.
That night, he doesn’t come back to his room.
He walks and walks, thinking so many thoughts at the same time that he can’t come up with anything, and his mind is like a storm and he’s in the eye of it, and everything around him is moving but he’s not really there.
Jim was on Tarsus IV. Jim is a Tarsus Nine.
It’s unfair, he wants to scream, it’s so wrong. Not Jim, not bright strong beautiful Jim.
And yet it makes sense, a terrible maddening sense. Jim’s fixation on food, the way he always makes sure everyone else is eating before he starts on his own plate, or how he has secret stashes of food, just in case, he says.
It explains the nightmares too, and the sleepless nights, and the heaviness in his eyes he gets sometimes, or how old he appears at times, drained and overcome.
That explains also Jim’s strength. Jim’s courage and unwavering sense of justice. His kindness, his softness also, hidden away under a carefree mask.
“I’m only telling you so that you know, so that you understand him more,” Pike told Bones and Bones understands Jim more than ever.
He also loves and respects him more than ever.
Bones comes back to their room as the sun rises.
“Where were you, man? I was worried sick. Oh, shit, are you okay? Fuck, what happened?”
Bones says nothing. He takes a step towards his friend - amazing and heroic - and puts his arms around him, and holds him tight.
“Bones?”
“I just need you to be here. Please.”
He can feel Jim nod, “Okay. I can do that.”
They won’t mention this again, but now Bones knows, and he understands.
jaylahz replied to your post: @ mutuals/followers who are into critical role –...
I got into it when campaign 2 started - and tbh, you don’t even have to watch the first campaign in order to understand what’s going on (from what I understand, the only thing the two campaigns have in common, is that they take place in the same worlld - but campaign 2 takes place twenty(I think) years after the first one and in a completely different part of the world)
hm ok, I’ll take a look at campaign 2 just to see if it shifts my opinion at all. thanks!
There are a few blanket reasons why Jim’s not allowed to go on anywhere without Bones.
Everyone knows this. No, seriously everyone. From the Bridge Crew to the Ensigns, to the diplomats on every rock from Terra and back, to every damn being at Starfleet Headquarters.
Somehow. And Jim cannot be blamed for this.
He ends up in Medbay. Without Bones. Without anyone who really knows that Jim should not be that too far from Bones.
He’s unconscious, for what it’s worth. Of course he is.
And some worried Doctor with more anxiety than sense, starts administering hyposprays like it’s his fucking job. I mean it is his job. But it’s also his job to check to make sure her unconscious patient isn’t allergic, am I right?
So, the reaction is instant. And he starts seizing and it’s very bad. Because this is a Federation Hero. This is THE Jim Kirk. And he’s probably dying in front of him.
And then he remembers, like a fucking lighting bolt to his crotch socket he remembers the Starfleet delivered TOP PRIORITY message that was sent out across the black. Jim Kirk is NOT, EVER--DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE--to be treated on without the express knowledge of one Dr. Leonard H. McCoy (CMO and Husband of Jim Kirk).
Who just so happens to have barged into the Medbay with a look on his face that makes this doctor, poor asshole that he is, want to pass out or shat his pants.
He’s pushed aside by another menacing looking face--a woman who barely spares him a glance before she’s taking a part his Medbay and tossing them TOSSING them at McCoy.
McCoy works quickly, more efficiently than this poor sack of a Doctor has ever seen. He’s not even sure what’s going on half the time and he’s been at this post for three years, knows every inch of this Medbay like he knows his own person. But McCoy works at this like he’s done it time and time again. And this Idiot Doctor has heard the story--McCoy is a legend, especially now. Especially where Kirk is concerned.
He slumps against the wall, hands shaking like they haven’t since his intern days. He fucked up. He’s done. If Kirk doesn’t make it--and by the way he’s choking and the way McCoy is all, “Shh, it’s okay, baby. You’ll be fine, just breathe for me okay.” Hypo administered. Barking at Angry Nurse for another hypo, it’s might be a near thing--he knows the whole of Starfleet and one scary CMO are coming after him.
He imagines a small cell where not even the light of day reaches him. If he makes it. He’s heard Kirk’s got a Vulcan in his pocket who’s a bit...protective.
Nurse comes over when there’s nothing more for her to do. She’s got the kind of lines around her face that come from laughing to hard or worrying too hard. Idiot Doctor (as he know refers to himself) has no idea.
“You better start telling me what you gave him and then you better pray.”
Idiot Doctor lists for her and she’s nodding because it’s so fucking common. It’s harmless, helpful even, unless you’re allergic to a host of helpful drugs like Kirk.
“Can you even read?” Nurse snaps at him. She brings a PADD--it’s the incoming patients PADD. A notice about Kirk is always at the top--highlighted in red because he’s in the area. It’s that much of a deal.
At this point, Idiot Doctor is kind of hoping for a rebuke. A shout. Something from McCoy, anything. Because besides that initial shove, there’s been nothing. The Nurse has handled everything. And Idiot Doctor knows that it’s because he’s nothing. Less than nothing. He doesn’t matter one iota.
Twenty three minutes later and everything is so still. So fucking still that Idiot Doctor cannot even hear his own breath, thought he’s breathing like Kirk came in doing. Fuck.
And then Kirk opens his eyes and McCoy falls in on himself, just sags down into the med bay. Idiot Doctor looks away but he hears McCoy’s rough, “Don’t you ever.” And Nurse’s snort and even Idiot Doctor is wiping his eyes.
Twenty minutes more and Idiot Doctor has thrown up everything he ever ate and is standing just outside of the Medbay, in view of the Nurse but hopefully not in view of McCoy or Kirk. It’s still quiet. Kirk is sleeping--no labored breathing, no choking sounds, no chaos but McCoy is compulsively checking his tricorder. Every few seconds he moves it over another part of Kirk and Idiot Doctor holds his breath until McCoy just nods to himself and moves it another inch.
And then:
“Hey, Bones?” Kirk’s rasp is the greatest fucking thing the doctor has ever heard. It’s what draws the line between a life scraping shit and garbage off of Starfleet Headquarter floors. “I just wanted to let you know that you saved me like no one has ever saved me before.”
A sigh from cranky woman. “Khan. Section 31. Mud. Lenore Karidian, should I go on?”
McCoy rolls his eyes, checks the tricorder.
“But Bones, seriously.” Kirk’s limp hand grabs at the other man’s forearm, just as he’s doing best not to slur too much, his hands are splotchy but the color is evening out. McCoy’s fighting a smile--if Doctor Idiot didn’t know any better he’d say it was an exasperated smile. Could smiles be exasperated? Idiot Doctor is too nervous to give it much thought.
Kirk tries to sit up, McCoy keeps a hand on his shoulder, thumb rubbing into the skin not covered by torn Command tunic. “You’ve saved me in every way a person can be saved.”
“You too, kid.” McCoy says.
Angry Nurse Chapel glares at Idiot Doctor while he’s thanking every power that be that Kirk made it, that McCoy burst in when he did. She mouths. “Lucky bastard,” at him and he knows. He fucking knows.
