#Verse -> To Be Determined

[respondedinkind]

@he1msman cont. [x]

Khan hates to admit that the other is right. He hates it with every fiber of his being, with every nerve-ending existing within his fingertips, with every breath that's taken and every braincell that seems to fail him at this very moment.

Granted, he's suffering from a concussion; A mild one, however. It's just giving him a headache, a spell of gentle, steady dizziness, nothing one couldn't work with. Nothing he, of all people, couldn't work with. And yes, he should have long figured out how to make this escape pod work under the given circumstances.

"Something is off with it. The entirety of this pod.", he comments, a frown stretching over his dirty features; A hand comes up to wipe across his forehead, leaving another stain as he starts to dismantle one section of the thing... again. As he has done before.

He feels betrayed by his own intellect, and starts to question absolutely everything regarding this pod... and his own sanity.

"---Because it should have worked by now. It makes no sense that it does not. Are you sure this thing has ever worked to begin with?"

[respondedinkind]

Khan has long sensed by now that something is going on with the other - and that small, yet quite impactful detail about McCoy's family having been dead for a while already, with his sister apparently having stayed alive for the longest, does not go missing on him... confirming the thoughts he's been musing over inside his mind.

The man in front of him isn't entirely normal, he's off, Khan can - literally - smell it, in one way or another; A chemical imbalance that does not exist in other humans he's met so far, consisting of components that don't seem to be commonly found in others of his kin.

"---It did answer my question, but raised a lot of others.", is what Khan replies after a little while, curious, nostrils flaring briefly before he exhales through his slightly parted lips.

"If I may ask: How long have you been alive exactly, Mr. McCoy?"

Leonard gives Khan a small sad smile. "It used to be hell--especially since they had been dead for a long time---it helped that my sister was still alive for awhile," he trails off for a moment, eyes far away from their current location.

"It was the only time that I saw them and I was terrified that if I ever stopped dreaming about them then I'd forget and that's when they'd really die, ya know?" He breaths deeply and shrugs. "Then I became someone new and the cycle kind of started all over--new friends, new almost family. But a part of me knew they weren't really mine, you know?"

Leonard huffs. "It's just nice to see them in any capacity. Gone but not really. It helps me to remember where I came from and that while shit happens and life sucks major ass, it's not all bad, that there are lights in the darkness that help me keep going, even when I didn't want to," he chuckles mirthlessly.

"I'm not sure if any of that makes sense to you or really answered the question, but I hope it did."

[vidra-comprehends]

What in the world are we going to do? Look at what everybody's going through What kind of world do you want it to be? Am I the future or the history?

[dreamieparadise]

@mimiruku Jojo designed the Namimori HS uniforms for our khr verse! I think she did amazing 🥰

From left to right:

Momina Luqman [5'2''/157cm]

Konno Chiyoko [Chiyo] [5'0''/152 cm]

Edagawa Hisa [5'7''/170 cm]

Kobayashi Sakura [5'3'' 160cm]

Didn't render, so it'd be easier to reference their colours, hehe.

[respondedinkind]

@whydotheykeeptakingmine asked: “ the doctors are still running some tests. ” (*places here with a greeting as well* hi! Hope you're doing well!) [Memes I recently reblogged | always accepting]

Tests. Of course they are running tests on him.

Not that Khan can complain about that, in any shape for form; He understands where the curiosity comes from, and he's willingly offered the whole of medbay to take a look at him every now and then - for research purposes, but also because they need to know how his body works in order to treat him, should he ever end up getting injured in any way.

His body, however, possesses remarkable self-healing abilities. That's also what the doctors are most fascinated by, on top of everything else he possesses: like his large, strong heart and resulting lower heart-rate, the bigger lungs and increased lung capacity, the ability to stay awake and focused for longer than any human, his ability to hear, see, feel and smell better than any of them... Oh, and let's not forget about his blood - which can, if injected into others, cure almost every disease they might be suffering from.

"That's what they're good at...", is what Khan says to the obviously younger man in front of him, continuing to take in the sight of him as he sits there, on the biobed, calmly waiting for whatever happens next. "---Running tests."

Yes, he is offering the smallest of smirks, barely visible, while allowing the contents of the IV to run into him at a steady, slow pace. It's made of water and nutrients, doctors have said, because he's apparently overworked himself last night, stayed awake for ninety-six hours in a row - someone had found him a few hours ago, knocked out cold down in the machine room, and he was brought up to medbay where he had been in a half-awake, half-asleep state. Delirious, they say.

Khan doesn't remember anything...

[respondedinkind]

"---I shall take that as a compliment, Miss McAshten. ... I am curious, however: What exactly do you find strange about me?"

He may has a few ideas in mind regarding that, but... he still wants to hear it from her instead.

“. . . You know, you really are a bit strange, and also interesting.”

@respondedinkind

[kitxkatrp]

"Is it just me....or is Shino-kun acting strange?"

[halogenseas]

A picture of my brain right now. 

[lilgreeneyes71]

Do not allow other people's actions to determine your happiness

Romans 12:12 Rejoicing in hope; patient in tribulation; continuing instant in prayer;

Matthew 5:11 Blessed are ye, when men shall revile you, and persecute you, and shall say all manner of evil against you falsely, for my sake.5:12 Rejoice, and be exceeding glad: for great is your reward in heaven: for so persecuted they the prophets which were before you.

Philippians 4:4 Rejoice in the Lord always: and again I say, Rejoice.

John 17:13 And now come I to thee; and these things I speak in the world, that they might have my joy fulfilled in themselves.

Let the joy of the Lord be your strength

Nemamiah 8:10 Then he said unto them, Go your way, eat the fat, and drink the sweet, and send portions unto them for whom nothing is prepared: for this day is holy unto our LORD: neither be ye sorry; (for the joy of the LORD is your strength).

Our Joy comes from the Lord

Psalm 126:3 The LORD hath done great things for us; whereof we are glad.

Psalm 100:1 Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all ye lands.100:2 Serve the LORD with gladness: come before his presence with singing.100:3 Know ye that the LORD he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.100:4 Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name.100:5 For the LORD is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations.

John 15:9 As the Father hath loved me, so have I loved you: continue ye in my love.15:10 If ye keep my commandments, ye shall abide in my love; even as I have kept my Father's commandments, and abide in his love.15:11 These things have I spoken unto you, that my joy might remain in you, and that your joy might be full.

[respondedinkind]

"---You sound... stressed, doctor. Perhaps you should take a break, relax for a moment or two."

@respondedinkind sent: "I have not yet expressed my opinion." (for Bones)

"You're assuming you get an opinion, asshole. Which, if you haven't gathered yet, you don't. So sit tight and shut up."

[wormdebut]

LET DOWN AND HANGING AROUND (CRUSHED LIKE A BUG IN THE GROUND)

Ahoy! This is my first VERY LATE ficlet for @corrodedcoffinfest ! My absolute bad for being so late, but BOY am I HAPPY TO BE HERE!

Warm Up Prompt One: Taxed. Word Count: 1000 (scrivener says 1000 Wordcounter says 979. IDK Man, it’s within limit), Rating: T, Pairing: None, CW: Swears, Smoking, Angst Tags: Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, Freak

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October 1987

They've been at this for fucking years. Eddie feels like a fucking girl scout.

'Well hello there Mr. Music Man, would you like to buy a box of shitty garage band metal?'

Except they weren't fucking shitty. All of the guys had been working their assess off, writing, playing shows, shitty gig after shitty gig after shitty gig.

But they haven't managed anything. Nothing, zilch, nada.

They had a small crowd showing up at the Hideout, and the owner, Benny, started letting them play not only their usual Tuesday but because Eddie had been helping him with placehe was letting them play Saturday nights now too, which was great because while he appreciates the likes of his uncle and Wayne's best friends on Tuesdays, there were almost twenty people every Saturday night and that was something.

They also had a standing gig at a bar in Indianapolis at least once a month, lately they've been playing The Barrel every other week and Eddie thought--he thought--that that would get them somewhere.

The guys were fucking exhausted but Eddie kept pushing because they could do this. Corroded Coffin was great. They were great and somebody was going to see that…right?

Eddie saw what they had. He did. But the guys--

"C'mon Ed, we can't keep sneaking Gareth into bars forever. I think we need to--maybe consider other options or--" Jeff rambles. They were supposed to be practicing but Jeff Williams had to swoop inwith his stupid common sense bullshit. Jeff motherfucking Williams is one of the best guitarists Eddie has ever had to the privilege of listening to, but Jeff wants to go college like a real boy!

Gareth cuts him off, "It's just the two bars man, and I have a fake, if I need it anyw--"

Would you look at that, it's time for Freddy to cut in. "Yeah, but you're three feet tall and have the face of a newborn child."

Gareth shoves at Freddy's chest. "Oh fuck off, man. At least I'm not a virgin!" He yelps and great. This is great.

Now the band is fighting, again, because Jeff wants to go to College, Goodie is a Virgin, and Gareth is short.

Eddie just want to play music.

If they all want to yell, Eddie can yell louder. "See. Do you see what happens when you start talking about 'other options' Jeff? Chaos--and not the fun kind!"

"See, Eddie--this is the fucking problem with you. All you care about is your music, your dream, It's all about you!"

Jeff is yelling at Eddie, Gareth and Freak are rough housing, how did this even happen. All Eddie wants is to do something. Be something. He believes in this, in Jeff, and Freddy and Gareth, in the band.

And he gets that everyone is taxed, tired. Eddie is fucking exhausted. Gareth is trying to not fail his senior year. He gets it, he does, but-- "You know what, Jeff?" His voice breaks, and isn't that fucking humiliating? "Some of us, don't have college as an option. Did you ever consider that?"

Eddie leans over and grabs his cigarettes from the table, before shoulder checking Jeff as he leaves.

——

What’s the fucking point? Eddie puts everything into lyrics that people probably don't even know, all of them spend hours writing and harmonizing, making sure chords make sense, just for everything to be a pipe dream. They haven't taken a break for anything. It's either work or school or Coffin Shit. They haven't played D&D in months. They've just been doing this.

But it's all Eddie has. How the hell was he ever going to get out of shitty ass Hawkins, if it wasn't this way? He didn't exactly ace his finals--even the third time around. Honestly? He's pretty sure they just let him pass, to get him the fuck out of there.

He lights up what feels like his eighth cigarette--it's not, it's his second--and stares out to the empty street. They use Gareth's garage to practice…for being as straight laced as she is, Ms. Emerson sure does believe in the band.

Dottie Emerson and Eddie. God dammit, maybe Jeff is right.

He should go back, he should go back and apologize, and let this go. He has the job at the Hideout, he can save and maybe move to Indy--play an acoustic at some bars or…something.

God, he's just so tired of this shit.

He finishes his cigarette, and tries to breathe. Breathe in--hold--breathe out--he doesn't realizes Jeff until he taps his shoulder.

"Hey." Jeff says, quiet. Eddie, just nods, grabs his pack and offers a cancer-filled olive branch. Jeff takes it.

Eddie doesn't say anything. Doesn't want to, doesn't know what he should say.

So Jeff does. "I'm sorry, Ed. I didn't mean to make you upset. I'm just fucking tired man, we all are and I do want this, I do, but it's fucking scary." Eddie turns, watches Jeff blow out smoke. "I got accepted to IU, did you know that?"

Eddie blinks. He did not know that. "No, you hadn't mentioned it."

Jeff turns to look at him, "I didn't want this to happen."

Eddie closes his eyes, takes in a deep breath. In--hold--out. "You should go." He forces a smile, watches as Jeff's eyes shine for a moment--no wonder he had that silly crush on him his second senior year, but it was only for like a week, leave it alone--before he srunches his face up, Eddie can't help but laugh. Jeff always does that, when he's stressed. It makes him look like a rabbit.

Jeff goes to speak, but Eddie cuts him off. "Let's do this Halloween show, it'll be our going away gift to our tens of adoring fans."

Jeff laughs at that, nods, and pulls Eddie into a hug.

Everything will be fine, with or without Corroded Coffin.

[jessicas-pi]

Who am I kidding also Time Heals Old Hate

YAY TIME HEALS!!!

“Well, I’m sure as heck not leaving you behind to spend my time ruling Mandalore. If I have to do it, then you’re coming with me. And if you come with me, you need a job. So… why not?” Ezra looked vaguely amused. “You know I have no idea how to help rule anyone, right? Especially not Mandalorians. I don’t think I’m cut out for a government position.” “Oh! Oh! You could be a Protector!” Zhaya chirped, bouncing on her toes, then lowered her voice to a giddy whisper. “And wear armor!”

[respondedinkind]

"---Wouldn't you?"

@respondedinkind . lyrical starter

"Would you take the high road if you could choose?"

[rxttenfish]

also i won't lie. the single point where i hated the silt verses with my whole heart. the part in the qna where it's insisted that frog horror just doesnt work.

like EXCUSE YOU. I HAVE REFINED TASTE IN AMPHIBIAN HORROR. DO NOT TALK TO ME ABOUT A LACK OF FROG HORROR, I WILL NOT EVEN HONOR THIS SENTIMENT.

[the-smallest-star]

@determination-personified

"You should try pizza!. it's also a food you can eat with your hands!'-Vex

Oh! A stranger is talking to her! Right, normal, how do people act normal.... "Really? Where do I get this peezah? What does it look like?"