#svndropp

[hubrist]

@fasciinating / @svndropp

[aviophobic]

@svndropp​ cont. from [X]

Jim’s rumbling chuckle cues his signature smile; the peek of teeth, the squint of crow’s feet at the edges of his eyes, the curves of his laughter lines even through the hushed laughter. “Is this your way of telling me I’m late to my physical?” He raises a stare off his hands to Bones, a playful glint in dull blues in the lowlight of the room. “Again…”

“No.” Jim has been dodging him lately, but only on-shift, and only when he thinks Leonard’s on the prowl. As it happens, the doctor knows perfectly well that the Captain is currently in fine health, and has no intention of ruining their increasingly rare after-hours time together by griping about the rather telling holes in his medical chart. 

“But,” Leonard sighs, as if saying this yet again takes a monumental toll on him, “You’ve got until tomorrow. For now, we’re in no-man’s land.” He raises his glass as if they might drink to a truce. 

[sweeneytoadd]

@fasciinating​ @traiilblazer​

[traiilblazer]

@svndropp​

Kirk commits to a strong front at the gate. When one is confronting themselves, it’s best to be direct. There won’t be any question as to just who is in command here. He makes a beeline for the containment cell, poising himself, tall and imposing and just shy of a snarl beyond the transparent field. Much like he owns the place. Because he very much does. “Alright.” The Captain’s stare is unflinching, blue eye to blue eye, no fear, no affinity, no nothing but business and accusation. “I’m not really in the mood for games.” He rattles on without pause. “So unless you start talking and do it quick, I’m gonna leave, carry out my day, maybe grab a coffee while I answer some email, and you’re gonna be stuck down here, in the brig, twiddling your thumbs or doing whatever else gets you off, you know, on top of wearing other people’s faces.” His tongue flickers across his bottom lip and he takes one sturdy step closer to the barrier, looking at himself like he might in a mirror. “So what’s it gonna be? Talk or twiddle?”

[hubrist]

@fasciinating / @vacantwar / @svndropp

Maybe someone should have stopped him. Maybe he should have stopped himself. Maybe the divines don't really care what happens to the multiverse. But it happens, this silly man who has been called Master of the Mystic Arts, Wonder-Worker, Warlock, Miracle Maker! - construes a failed attempt of many to fall in line when Strange recognizes the problem too little too late as a single ley line; a tiny, slippery thing, just a millimeter to the right.

The temples shake, the mountains quake, and Strange just barely manages to release a hand free from the confines of the cast to conjure a glowing, orange dome around them just as the roof collapses above them. He fights the bitter taste of the crumbling walls of what had been his home for the past months. The only familiarity in a foreign world. The spell expands in full all around them in a sudden blast of effervescence stripped from the very cosmos itself — nebulas, galaxies, planets and their moons and their suns warbling, constricting and expanding all at once as they slowly leak through the large portal in front of Vulcan and Sorcerer, becoming thin threads of writhing colors around them. Strange looks to Spock, sweat brimming across his brow from containing the spell, knowing if he were to release it, they'll both be sucked into it. His hands are trembling, his resolve of the usual state of arrogant calm cripples slightly as he blinks apologetically at the one companionship he's managed to garner while in this universe. He fucked up. Turning back to the continuous flow of other dimensions bleeding into his one, he calls upon another layer of runes, overlays that to the ones he had been orchestrating earlier that are still glimmering a bright gold around them and snaps his arms out with a crying shout. With a sonic boom! — they are thrown away from the portal... .... and the world quiets. However, fabrics of reality are ripped across the multiverse; evermoving fissures glowing amidst the energies of the cosmos, melding dimensions. The paradox begins.

[thefleetsfinest]

❛  how are you holding up?  ❜

★ → Empathic Meme - Accepting - @svndropp

He never knew how to answer that question..

"Oh you know.. same ol' same ol' " It wasn't ENTIRELY a lie, space was as horrible as it always was.. it was just Leonard who was WORSE off than the usual. They had been at space for YEARS now and sure Jim always makes sure to take Leonard down on away missions from time to time so he could feel REAL SOLID ground under his feet.

"I just.. I need a minute." He hated it. He hated admitting he was STRUGGLING. He could do this job, NEEDED to do this job, there were too many lives depending on him and he wasn't about to let his LITTLE PHOBIA get in the way over that.

A deep (but shaky) breath was exhaled.

"S-sorry what were you sayin'? "

[whydotheykeeptakingmine]

cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders. / "keep it."

The downside of being used to warm temps genetically, was being used to staying cool, not keeping warm.

So the planet's cooler temps wasn't great for the half-betazed.

Still, they had planned to work through it. The meeting itself was an informal formality, not even requiring dress uniform, but that meant it was regular away uniforms, and the nurse had accidentally neglected to wear their thermal undershirt that day. But he was one of the medical staff chosen to represent due to their hybrid nature, so here they were.

They had thought he had kept it hidden the discomfort from the cold, but clearly he hadn't quite expected just how observant the captain was.

"I... You don't need to worry about it, Captain. The meeting is almost over." They kept their voice low, the representative of the planet speaking with the commander over one of the science exchange they'd negotiated, the groups mostly intermingled, and even they'd just finished speaking with one of the medical delegates and going over the shared data.

[ensnchekov]

happy birthday, kid. try not to spend your credits all in one place.

The huff that Pavel lets out at that does not match the starbeam smile he throws the captain's way, nor does it match the joy so clearly shining in his eyes.

"I am twenty now, sir," he says matter-of-factly, "which means you can't call me kid anymore. Butーthank you! I was going to buy a drink for everybody to celebrate, butーoh, you will join me, captain, won't you? Even for just one?"