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@leonardmccoyevents <3

I tried my hand at Harvest Moon in the Bones Bingo! From memory, this prompt was a reference to a book but I'm not familiar, so I went with it as written <3

Here's McCoy and Uhura hanging out together for moonrise, stargazing and gossiping.

It is, I think, one of the greatest shames of TOS (an all subsequents takes on trek) that Uhura and McCoy never get a team up because I reckon, one, they'd be besties. and two, the gossip these two would be able to get into? One of them is the entire ship's doctor, and the other hears everyone's calls. They're able to keep it confidential, of course, but how nice to know one person you can trust to keep it to themselves too. I wanna see them gossip!!

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Another Bones Bingo! @leonardmccoyevents

I've got mirror mirror on my mind lately, though. Mirror!Spock went a bit further than McCoy was willing to entertain (at least, not without a quick chat with Spock he works with to make sure that kind of get along suits him too), so McCoy pulled out an emergency Vulcan knock-out he keeps on hand just in casies. Even if the just in casies situation is a surprising turn on

I love a bit of BAMF!McCoy

Think he'll risk the extra minute to fix up his hickeys (and bite mark)? Or let Jim see and ask his difficult questions

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I get worried promoting my patreon at the risk of sounding annoying, but I want to hit a pledge goal this year so I can focus uninterrupted on this video game until there’s something cool and polished I can give to u. For my goal I wanted to hit 300 patrons! 

Right now that means I’m 024/100 people away from my goal! hopefully, if I hit this goal, it means I can pause commission work until the demo is finished, which we are hoping to finish this December.

There’s a Lot of work to do, and having to pause the flow to work on commission makes it harder to get back into the game workflow. I could talk for hours about Last Sprout, but you can hear me rambling in the video updates we’ve been making (link here!)

I have some ideas too relating to working on some new swords and a longer swordtember-like challenge where I can draw 1 sword a week based on patron suggestions :} this is something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time but I cannot afford the time to right now. This could also include fanart suggestions, and other fun stuff like that!

But yeah, that’s my thoughts for this year! :D if you’d like to help, please consider signing up. It’s £1 a month and I could rlly use the support to make art for you. this link will take you there!

It’s so so expensive to exist right now, our rent went up this month and I’m already about £35 off hitting The number I need each month that works with my current workflow. I’ll leave my rambling here, thank you if you read this far and I can’t wait to share more fun stuff with you in the future. And thank you to my patrons for letting me do this work. Ily !! 

I’ll reblog this every now and then with the updated number, right now I am 76 new members away from this pledge goal!

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respect him

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McCoy will do just about any heroic thing, so long as he gets to complain about it the whole time

@leonardmccoyevents I really love the bingo! This is EV suits

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Cerkonos loves a good sexual joke

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30 Palestinians were killed in Gaza just since the ceasefire announcement less than 10 hours ago.

Think how depraved, sadistic, and arrogant an entity is to openly use the time between it had agreed to a ceasefire and it going into effect as a final stretch in a race of annihilation, a final show to the whole world of the stark asymmetry of power between the occupier and the occupied.

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“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

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cruelty is so easy. youre not special for choosing it

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biologists will be like this is a very simplified diagram of a mammalian cell

chemists will be like this is a molecule

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finally finished this painting i sketched out months ago… please click for better quality i know tumblr is gonna kill it (reference used)

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Spones, did you mean spoons ?

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Okay let me add my five cents to the Zaunite au, where Viktor didn’t make it to the academy and remained in Zaun.

He was trying to invent on his own, but he desperately needed money for his research. And that’s when Silco appeared…

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Reaper!Bones in the Mirror Verse

Immortality is never something that John Grimm seeks.  He joins the marines to make the most out of what he figures will be a short life.  

He’s okay with the idea that he’ll die in the service of his country, doing the things that others can’t, saving what lives he can with his rifle and his field medic’s kit.  He has brothers-in-arms that he’d give his life for in a second and knows that they’ll do the same for him, except for maybe Portman.  And even Portman, he trusts at his back as long as there isn’t some perversion or another around to distract him.

It’s a good life.

Then there’s Olduvai and nothing is ever the same again.

His brothers are all dead, his sister a broken shell, and he is….  Hell, he doesn’t even know what he is anymore.  Superhuman, Sam says, but most days he doesn’t feel human at all.

Immortality isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, either.  When death has no sway over him any longer and the only people he’s ever cared about are dead and buried leaving him with nothing to hold on to, eternal life has little meaning left. He gives himself to causes instead, to people who try to stand for the things that he and his brothers had once fought for.

The world around him is changing, though.

When the very last good man that ever holds a position of democratic power begs John to take his life and those of his family to save them from being torn apart by the savage masses, that little piece of John’s soul that he’d been clinging to desperately breaks.

The death he gives them is as gentle and peaceful as he knows how to give, but it’s still innocent blood staining his hands.

Democracy falls to barbaric chaos and eventually the Empire rises in it’s place.  The Vulcans come and the Empire spreads into space.

John goes to ground and simply exists for a good long while.  In a universe of savage predators, he slips quietly through the shadows not because he’s afraid, but because he simply can’t be bothered to engage.

Sometimes instinct kicks in and he steps in to save the weak from the strong, the very few innocents that he runs across from the jackals, but it isn’t until he saves a young Betazoid from a hulking Imperial security thug that he stops existing in the haze of indifference.  

She’s small and blonde and everything about her reminds him of Sam.  The thug is nothing like Sarge except for the savagery of expression during that last hopeless fight, but it slams him right back into Olduvai as if he’d never left.

When it’s all over, the thug is dead and the girl is trying desperately to bring him back from the dark spiral his mind got caught in.

She’s not Sam.  Sam is almost two hundred years dead and buried.  She’s not Sam, but she’s a reminder that there is still innocence and goodness left despite the Empire’s best efforts to snuff it all out.  He sees her back to the relative safety of her clan on Betazoid and goes back home for the first time in decades.

The bloody barbarism of Earth has settled into something more organized and ritualistic.

He finds it easy to see the people who actually fit into this crazy warlike civilization and the ones who are just trying to keep their head above water and their necks out of someone else’s teeth.  If nothing else good had come from Olduvai, it had certainly given him a finely tuned sense for monsters.

The memory of Sam asking him about living life through a microscope instead of a sniper’s scope drives him to craft a careful alias and enroll in medical school.

He slips through academia like an orca through the ocean, seemingly placid and unassuming.  Most of the monsters masquerading as med students and instructors give him a wide berth almost instinctively.  Only one instructor is stupid enough to think he can be forced into the same system of punishment, reward, and ‘mentorship’ as the rest of the student body.  John never touches the man, but he doesn’t have to to make his point.

He graduates quickly with top marks, his C-24 enhanced genius making it almost too easy.  His reputation as one of the few genuine healers combined with his intellect and looks make him much sought after by people who hadn’t ever been forced to quail under his scowl, but he rejects all the offers that come his way.  He isn’t looking for fame or fortune and just because he’s forced to exist doesn’t mean that he does so for the pleasure of others.

The little clinic he starts in Georgia is a far cry from anything he’d thought he’d have before Olduvai and he isn’t sure if it’s what Sam would have wanted for him or not, but he thinks it’s a step in the right direction, at least.

The world around him isn’t the one he was willing to die to protect, but it’s the only one he’s got and since he’s apparently going to live forever, maybe he’ll get to see it change again.

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“How interesting. A priest who blasphemes his god.”

“Of course I bloody do! What’s ‘e gonna do? Smite me? I’m ’is only bloody follower!”

- unnamed old man cleric character who just popped into my head and won’t go away.

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Fairy Character Art by Hannah Alexander

Fae inspired by insects. Characters from Chrysalis zine.