#muse: nines

[ninevoltcolt]

@misplacedreporter

"Uh, with all due respect Miss, the fuck is a Bernardelli reporter doin' all the way out here?! I thought y'all were those cushy city types."

[nothatsmi]

The raven king, chapter ten

"How interesting," they say.

(and they say it a lot)

(i'm not kidding. the entirety of the first two books is just both of them saying how interesting the other is. it's suffocating.)

Another medicated Andrew! And black haired Neil!

The two first books hold such bangers, and clearly not enough people ramble about them. I'm a sucker for the relationship they have afterwards obviously, but even before that they're hilarious. Many underrated scenes that could be worth drawing.

Also I underestimated how Neil dress and presents himself - like: he wears oversized, worn out and faded, preferably light-colored clothes; messy curlyish hair with bangs; sports hoodies; JORTS-

... He's got a banger style actually.

[im-an-apollogist]

✨️THE NINE MUSES✨️

Calliope (Muse of epic poetry)

Clio (Muse of history)

Polyhymnia (Muse of sacred hymn)

Euterpe (Muse of flute playing)

Terpsichore (Muse of dance)

Erato (Muse of erotic poetry)

Melpomne (Muse of tragedy)

Thalia (Muse of comedy)

Urania (Muse of astronomy)

[lovetales]

JIMIN Who (2024)

[ninevoltcolt]

"The boring kind."

"Didn't say it had to be theirs. 'Course plenty of animals do that, too. Like I said, nature's default is savagery" Though his tone doesn't suggest he sees this as a BAD thing...

"Am not, ya little shit! I have a shit-ton of fun!"

"Cats do it when its not theirs."

[yesterdaysprint]

A Manual of Etiquette with Hints on Politeness and Good Breeding, 1868

[sheltiechicago]

The nine muses of Ancient Greece discovered in the ancient Greek city of Zeugma, now in modern-day Turkey. The mosaics have been almost perfectly preserved for over 2,000 years

[a-most-beloved-fool]

Bashir falls asleep in front of Garak, and Garak, still strikingly unused to intimacy in any form, has... rather a lot of feelings about it. Sentiment. He knew already that he was far past the point of no return, as far as sentiment went, but it still surprises him, sometimes, to see just how much the contagion affects him.

In this case, it takes the form of paralysis. He sits there, heart in his throat, just watching Bashir, hardly able to move for fear of disturbing him, of waking him and breaking the illusion - or worse, waking himself, and discovering that it was all some wretched hallucination, yet another sign of his weakness, because surely it can't be real.

How could it? what do you mean this soft Starfleet doctor trusts him that much? Doesn't Bashir know he's a spy? He's killed people! More of them than he can count! And Bashir is snoozing away, seemingly unaware that he could be murdered. His head is tilted back against the couch, and that long, oh-so-fragile human throat is exposed, utterly defenseless - Garak wouldn't even have to try to slice through his neck. The skin would split as easy as a flower petal. He wouldn't even need a knife, though he certainly has one on him, with how thin human skin is! His claws or teeth would do the job just fine.

And Bashir doesn't even care! He's just... sitting there, sleeping. As though Garak is safe. Which surely he can't actually believe. It's simply beyond the realm of possibility.

Which means, certainly, that it isn't real. It can't be.

Still, Garak can't bring himself to stand. If it is only a dream, then it hardly hurts to indulge in it, just a little. To entertain the illusion that Doctor Bashir could feel secure with him, someday. So, he sits and he watches, tracing each motion of the Doctor's chest with his eyes, and he expects that at any moment he will wake up.

He doesn't, though. He stays seated, watching Bashir, and with every moment that passes it feels a little more real, and simultaneously a little more impossible.

Just under an hour later, when Bashir finally jolts awake, hair ruffled and gaze soft, Garak is still there, hardly moved an inch. Maybe Bashir notices that his position didn't change, maybe he doesn't, but either way, he smiles sheepishly at Garak, and apologizes for falling asleep on him.

Garak stands, feeling more in a dream then ever before, and assures Bashir that of course he needn't worry. It was no inconvenience. Then Bashir looks at the time, and apologizes again, this time for needing to leave so soon after waking up. He darts for the door, but not before reaching out and placing a hand on Garak's shoulder, beaming.

And Garak, now alone, can't help but stare after him, almost dizzy with emotions that he can't parse as his shoulder burns with the lingering imprint of Bashir's touch.

[ninevoltcolt]

"But I told ya, I ain't alone."

Case in point, the reporter would hear the soft padding in the sand behind him and a low, DEEP growl.

The large houndlike beast had returned from his hunt, the decent sized sandworm in it's jaws dropping as the beast snarled at this stranger.

"I guess you could say my old bones just can't keep up." More to the point, Nick ran off in a huff and Roberto couldn't compete with an enhanced human so he didn't even try. He figured he'd be back eventually. "Still doesn't explain why a kid like you is all alone."

[walkingstackofbooks]

Something something Julian Bashir and Seven of Nine should meet and be best friends (and have Feelings about bodily autonomy and loss of childhood and being the odd one out and never quite certain about social interactions and and and...)

[femaleidols]

gyeongree: cherry

[ninevoltcolt]

@fatedstrands

"....Alright, I'll admit, that's a new look. You new in town?"

[demainest]

🍒 Everything looks so sweet [...] I'm the cherry on top

[artcrystals]

The Nine Muses

Calliope, First of the Muses, Goddess of Epic Poetry

(fan design, ofc)

[yoohyeon]

Gyeongree’s First EP ‘Eternal bloom’ Concept photos 3.

2024.08.21 - Do not repost

[little-pondhead]

Day 15: Field Trip

“It’s good to see you, Mnemosyne.”

[Full comic without text under the cut.]