#ensnchekov

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@ensnchekov is without logic

Sybok sat with an odd mix of ease and serenity at least it was odd in a Vulcan. There was none of the rigidity of posture that was so often associated with his people.

His expression to seemed oddly relaxed, with hints of a smile even forming along his mouth. "No I don't suppose he's mentioned me," He admitted referring to his brother. "How is he? Is he. . . fitting in here?"

There was no neutrality or flat affectation to his voice. He sounded concerned as one would expect from a protective older brother but also friendly. One could imagine after he'd made inquiries about his brother turning the conversation to young Ensign and making genuine inquiries about him and his well-being serving on the Enterprise.

[doctornota]

@ensnchekov ; "It is never a good sign when your voice starts doing that, Doctor." (hello hello! i offer one little genius shit for mccoy haha, here to either make his day worse or better depending)

"THAT'S JUST HOW MY VOICE SOUNDS." But the scowl upon his face and the fervor with which he slams the cabinet door shut tells another story entirely— there's the tray of hyposprays he was looking for. Christ, this is why he takes his lunches in his office, you leave sickbay for all of ten minutes and someone inevitably gets it in their head to try and re-organize the place. When he gets their hands on them—

"Just do me a favor and hold still, would you?" It's less of a request and more of a demand, no matter how he phrases it. "I've got at least a hundred more of these," a jerk of his chin towards the tray of vaccines, brow furrowed deeply, "to distribute, I don't have time for any additional nonsense today."

And this is why he hates shore leave. ( He doesn't, really, but if the crew could just once manage to collectively avoid picking up something obnoxiously easily-transmittable while planetside that would be great, thanks. They're a flying petri dish up here, when will people get it through their skulls? )

[endeavvor]

“ I recognize your footsteps, old man. ”

Dune: Part One Prompts

The retort almost makes him stop in his tracks, because it was so unexpected that Kirk is stunned into a rare form of silence. It takes him a beat of silent amusement to regain balance and continue forward.

"I'm sorry that most people at least turn and acknowledge me when I come through the door." It's stated jovially, with all the vigor only a captain could muster on such an egotistical statement. But it raises two points, that he is still the captain, but he's willing to let the informality slide given the dent of concentration he can see forming between Chekov's brows.

That, and the lack of his First Officer's presence that generally demands such pretenses.

"Unless of course you're now taking pointers from our doctor, and as I don't see you wearing a blue shirt and he's not on your approved mentor list," Kirk lets the point stand for a moment, long enough that he's able to settle in the seat beside the young ensign to glance over his shoulder. "I guess you should tell me what's distracting you: a moment of brilliance or something we should be concerned about."

[dvarapala]

it's an alien invasion, @ensnchekov!

as far as everyone knows, virote "vi" srisati is retired. and he ought to stay retired. no alien has done more for the collective than he has (at least, in udyati's not so humble but still kind of humble opinion. what? her amma did raise her right) so she can't very well go and un-retire him. that's just not done. he's got a cat that needs him!

but earth is a hot commodity and those who want it never sleep.

"so, how long have you been here? i've been here for twenty-two years. raised, not born. i was born off planet. but people assume i was born here, too. i never have the heart to correct them. or to explain jyotisha as a whole." a beat and then: "it's a long story. you'll need tea and something sweet to stomach all of that."

[lookedinfinite]

starter call | @ensnchekov

"careful, careful. don't move too fast." worry fills her tone: careful, measured, and yet honey sweet even in its softness as she notices other slowly stirring. it's been hours since crash - her own cuts and scrapes sit wildly ignored - skin painted with drying green blood as she hops down from where she'd been working on broken equipment. science officer has done her best with his injuries, none of it life threatening despite how there's no doubt there will be plenty of pain for them both alongside what cannot be immediately dealt with. "you took quite the bump in the final crash." soft observation comes as she shifts to sit next to him, holding out bottle of water in silent offering. 

[entriprises]

🌵🌼🌹🍄 !!!

send 🌵 and i'll recommend a canon rp blog

i would be a fool to not mention @danversiism for a recommendation when it comes to canon because tania has made me fall so in love with carol as a result of her portrayal. it's such a strong portrayal with so much clear passion and also voice -- i hear the carol of it all!! but really the ability to make me love a character who i didn't really feel too strongly towards at the start is such a testament to the life tania brings to her writing!

send 🌼 and i'll recommend a blog with beautiful writing

while i haven't written with @ensnchekov lately, i do enjoy red's writing so profoundly. i enjoy so much of the writing and thought pieces that red shares about pavel because, like tania, there's so much passion and it's such a specific voice (that i think can so easily be done so wrongly) and it's a wonderfully woven narrative to read

send 🌹 and i'll recommend a blog that makes me happy

if it's joy you're looking for, look no further than @freezegirl. tessa is an absolute gem whose support and love i have felt for a year now. a blog i would follow to all ends, and someone i hope to know for a long time to come because she makes me and my muses feel quite loved. it means the world to me particularly where it concerns my oc liam

send 🍄 and i'll recommend a blog with incredible graphics

scrolling through the dash at any moment, @crimenight always manages to stop me in my tracks with some incredible graphic to share! there's also loads of great writing on this blog and i enjoy it very much on my dash - a welcome and lovely addition i can't wait to write with more!

[galaeus]

closed starter for @ensnchekov.

"You." Not much of a ceremonious greeting. Maybe if Echo took a few minutes out of her day to recall the names of her classmates then she'd be less lost. All she knows is that her current routine is going to throw her up and out of this academy, so she needs to make a change.

Not that she changes her abrasive way of interacting with strangers, arms crossed tightly over her uniform turtleneck and jaw set like the kid's in trouble.

"Are you free to converse?"

[vuulpecula]

✖ @ensnchekov cont.

She was being unfair, she knew. It wasn't his fault, but that did little to temper the irritation boiling beneath the surface of her skin. As much as she wanted to be inside a jaeger, the idea of sharing minds with someone...it was terrifying. Anger was easier. Building walls was easier. Being difficult was so much easier than being vulnerable.

"So what if I do?" From her sulking around the facility, she had seen him a few times, had heard about him from others. Sunshine. That is the word that came to mind. Bright. "Fine," Fox ground out, adding a softer "nerd" as she walked away from him. She knew his name, but she already resigned to only referring to him as 'Nerd'. He had to be smart to make it this far and he knew complaining would get them nowhere, but it wouldn't stop her from taking her irritation out on him. Hurting him in a round-about way to hurt herself. "Are you coming or are you going to stand there watching me walk away?"

[ravagercherri]

difficult wasn't even the word. Mistake number one was attempting to do this with a fever -- Cherri tried her hardest to put a hundred percent into the work she did , but it seemed like it was better to put the damn thing down and call it quits. She hadn't left the makeshift room in days , working away at maps , writing down ever single detail she can , but there had to be more. This couldn't be it. A frustrated groan and mistake number two was doing this on the floor. Papers are sprawled everywhere others would step , when a boot finds it's way coming near and down the corridor , Cherri calls out as best she could , reaching out weakly with a metal hand.

' don't step there! it' ain't ready yet! '

@ensnchekov ( starter call --accepting )

[countrydr]

"What are you getting at, Doctor?"

@ensnchekov

"lets just say my trip over to the universe next door left me very grateful for our universe."

because he didn't know how many fingers of scotch he'd need to drown out the memories of that horrid place of monsters wearing his friends faces. wearing pavel's face. he'd pull through like a good soldier, but it certainly didn't mean he wasn't dealing with the nightmares that place left him. tired eyes flickered over the navigator with relief at seeing the familiar young man he knew rather than the creature that tortured him with the agonizer.

"don't you ever go evil on us, chekov. the universe is damned lucky to have ya as you are."

[barebcnes]

@ensnchekov asked: ‘  wow. thank you for your honesty.  ‘ [Some meme I reblogged | always open]

There's some spice to the young man today, Bones can tell - he's a bit snappy here and there, a bit sassy even, despite Chekov's usually so bright and sun-like nature. It is so unusual, in fact, that it makes McCoy pause in mid-movement; A set of brows knit, hazel eyes blink a few times, then flick up to the other's face.

"---A bit feisty today, aren't we, Mr. Chekov?", he asks, now cocking one of those previously mentioned brows, head tilting as Leonard holds the tricorder still, right next to the Ensign's face. It beeps a few times, as it always does, nothing for him to be concerned about.

"Want to elaborate on why that is?"

He's a doctor, after all - if Pavel suffers from something that makes him feel a certain way, perhaps he can treat it. Or... at least order the younger to take a fucking break for once.

[noblehcart]

@ensnchekov

" there is no way you've been on this ship this long and never tried to do that-?!"

[endeavvor]

“ Can I trust you with something? ”

Dune: Part One Prompts

Prior to the not unwelcome intrusion, Jim had been splayed out across one of the couches in his quarters, arm crooked behind his head, book balanced precariously on his stomach. The words on the pages rising and falling with each breath, that had started to even out as his eye lids drooped. He should have been sleeping, utilizing this time off efficiently, but his mind had been racing, and he found some comfort in knowing he hadn't been the only one.

He sits up now, marking his page and motions for the other man to step further into the room so the door can seal behind him. Jim leaves the choice to sit or stand up to Chekov, trying to get a read on him and what this could be about.

"On the record - since I don't entirely know where this is going, I feel like I have to say I'm only obligated to break your confidence in the event you're going to tell me you intend to harm yourself or someone else." The Captain speaking.

"Off the record - you know you can. So what's going on?"

[precipine]

@ensnchekov explores: ‘  if you don’t believe then there’s nothing for you to be afraid of, right?  ’

BUZZFEED UNSOLVED SENTENCE STARTERS. always accepting.

"See, you say that, but..."

Actually being here, though, is a whole other thing. Not like he was going to tell Pavel that, though. He really, really wants the other boy to think he's cool, especially because he's pretty sure Pavel is the coolest person he's ever met (coolest person under sixty, anyway). He's sweet, and smart, and actually likes hanging out with him for some reason. Even if Dipper's definition of 'hanging out' sometimes means going into some abandoned building or corner of the forest that may or may not be haunted by some unspeakable horror.

"... Either way, it is pretty creepy in here," he eventually settles on, readjusting the straps on his backpack. "So, where do you wanna go first?"

[lookedinfinite]

" how do we get them to stop talking? " from @ensnchekov

she's been wondering the same:  staring at ambassadors,  blankness clinging to usually warm big eyes.  it's been... endless, in truth.  between their rants about romulans  -  their provocations,  their constant opinions. maeve has never had issues with her temper, no, quite the opposite. the more upset or on edge she is, the more logical she is. the colder brunette becomes in her efforts to protect herself. 

"if I break my leg by tripping over something, I can volunteer you to help me to medical?" 

it's - mostly - a joke. sipping on her drink if only to give herself more time before she has to talk through forced pleasant smile. "or we could take one for the team. open the airlock, be glad for a shortcut out of here."

[doctornota]

who is / was your favourite muse of all time to play?

15 questions about mun’s taste in muses

am i going to be too predictable if i say bones. i fuckin love writing bones, man. aos and tos. like i can't think of a character who comes even close to how much i love that guy and love writing him