#shxkespexre

[bcnes]

@shxkespexre sent — ALL THE WORLSD AMY STAGE AND Y4OUER JUST A PLAWTEYRE IN IT. SEND — gale sentence starters ( accepting )

Leans across the table, grabs him by the shirt collar, shakes him violently.

"QUIT PREEMPTIVELY WRITING TRAGEDIES ABOUT MY LOVE LIFE, WILLIAM."

[bcnes-archived]

@shxkespexre said ; " yeah, it's really surprising to see how medicine improved. i mean, one time i was bloodlet 'cause of a cold. oh, right! i think they also put boiling beetroot juice and honey into my nose to treat that. i mean, it worked, but i smelled beetroots for a week afterwards. "

McCoy, who previously was attempting to eat breakfast, suddenly finds that he's not sure he has the stomach for it. The tray is slowly pushed away in favor of drawing his coffee closer to him, leaning back in his chair, and lacing his hands together with a white-knuckled grip. He wonders if it's too early to pour something stronger into this.

"I imagine it is," he responds automatically, sounding far from enthused but spouting pleasant halfhearted nothingness all the same while he tries to recall his medical history lessons from the Academy ( he'd held a morbid fascination for it at the time, in the way that it kept him up for hours every night, unsettled but unable to look away from it, until Kirk had pointed out that he'd probably be better off just failing the course than burying himself in it and going half-crazy. He had been right ). Shakespeare was pre-germ theory, wasn't he? Leonard tries his best, he earnestly does, to remember that the doctors back then were just working with what they knew - that even he isn't perfect. But it makes him crawl in his skin just to think of it.

"I mean, bloodletting for a cold - that's quite the leap. Now, please, for the sake of my sanity, tell me it wasn't still boiling when they poured it into you."

[aethergate]

@shxkespexre asked ; " does the air feel…heavy down here? i’m a little woozy. " / to gaster , from the skyrim sentence starters !

Well, if that isn't an instant cause for concern, it isn't sure what is. It's rare for him to venture down to the true lab these days, considering it is usually so far removed from his daily routine now. Rather ironic, considering he used to spend possible weeks on end studying here. Now however, it's gotten mostly all the research equipment it needs down within it's own easier to access basement turned laboratory.

There is an emphasis on mostly. There is still a good amount of equipment that cannot be moved within that space, so when he needs something specific, there are still times when he must visit it once more. This time, William decided to accompany him - and he hopes he will not come to regret allowing that.

"Perhaps you should take a seat if that is the case - I apologize, the ventilation has not cycled since my last visit. It should begin shortly. is there anything I can do to assist until then?"

[betterlost]

@shxkespexre said ; knocks menacingly at your door... you let him in? for a casual Normal sleepover? because tomorrows a regular normal day like any other? and hes just here? to sleep? huh? huh?

He'll be so real: he was asleep on the couch until all of five seconds ago. Not purposefully, or anything, he was just so dead on his feet from walking back and forth from the park gate to backstage in 95 degree weather that his body tried to enter another plane of existence the second it was horizontal for more than half a second.

But nobody knows his address, and even if they did, nobody would visit Nicholas, so it's either his landlord kicking him out or it's Will. But Nicholas has actually been pretty damn well-behaved this past year or so, no holes punched in the walls or anything - not to mention all the free yard work he does for that lazy asshole, who can't be bothered to hire somebody for it - so it's probably Will. He hopes it's Will.

The internal enthusiasm doesn't really carry over and he doesn't even manage a real greeting, just flinging the door open with one arm over his eyes and gesturing vaguely in a 'whatever' kind of way because he doesn't even know why Will bothers knocking at this point, honestly. Then he flops back onto the couch.

"Hey, sunshine." Despite sounding a bit like shit, fondness is apparent in his voice. He runs his hands down his face and peers at him incredulously from between his fingers. "Thought I gave you the spare key already."

[worlds-fiinest]

" is this seat taken? ” || @shxkespexre

“ are you asking for a ride? the batmobile is not a cab service! ”

[hxzelwallflower]

❝ They're an old-fashioned hard candy . They've been around since forever , but the other new flavors are weird . ❞

[sunoflegend]

@shxkespexre asked ; " hey! what did you do that for? " for pacific rim verse starscream !

She could hardly help that her startup process was a bit jumpy; maybe William - that's the name their mental bond provided her with - should've expected to get bruised or banged up somewhere in the process of climbing into a Mark 0. Her first guess is that it's Scotty doing yet another test and sending yet another.. huh, this.. isn't a person - ? At least, not in the way of flesh and blood. Weird. Either way, this.. android is the word helpfully supplied, he doesn't seem to have been sent by Scotty.. strange.

"I didn't do anything - that was all on you. Speaking of you, what are you doing here? Are you supposed to be here? I can and will kick you out, or I'll fry your brain trying, I can promise you that much!"

[starfleetsxvulcan]

Approaching menacingly with a straw

Spock squints menacingly.

'One more step and you shall regret to even think of sipping me through a straw, Will.'

[wxshxngstxr]

You wouldn't be just a worm. You'd be the handsomest, smartest worm. And you'd glow a little. I'm not doing anything, I'm being supportive.

[leaderintitleonly]

@teapottroubles asked:

💭 For Sally. Good luck with your ghost

(hahaha good luck? you kick miette?!)

They promised him that he was allowed to give second chances. They lied to him. Everything about this was a lie. Every single word told to him how he could make a difference was a lie. He had never tried it on someone who had been gone for years, though. But didn't she deserve a second chance the most? Didn't Will deserve a second chance to be happy and have a family, even if it was a little unorthodox? It barely sounds like Sally, whatever this is. He's used to her odd, spectral image that suggests the heinous crime that happened to her. But this... It's a broken, shambling blob of a corpse that can only cry in pain. He knows crying. He was a doctor. He knows when a child is crying in pain. They're resilient and hardly cry at all. This is truly pain. Bone has fused together while flesh has somehow not been able to figure out the form of a child's body. Was she dead too long? Or was this not what his magic was deemed worthy for? Somehow he's almost sure he's broken this warning. To give Sally, a girl who suffered so much, a chance to run through the forest and hold hands with a father who loves her... That is forbidden. He allows the twisted, writhing flesh to lay against him as it cries out again. It hurts. He did this. If he had let things stay the way things were, it didn't have to hurt. They'd be a strange little family, but they'd be a family. It hurts again. He can hear him. It's Will. There is crying and angry, accusatory shouts. But Doc had really believed he could give Sally a second chance. She really never had a first chance, so didn't she deserve it? And yet here was the result; the pain and fear she had always felt. A wicked destiny that now someone she had learned to trust had inflicted upon her. "This wasn't 'posed to-" Doc weeps. But even his tears cause her weak, misformed flesh to ache and burn. It hurts...! If he tries to return her to her ghostly form... He hesitates. It's certainly Sally. He can make out her face. There's her nose and her sad, sad eyes. He knows it's her voice. FIX THIS! He can't just tap her with the light again and have her fall apart like a stack of blocks. He can hear Will becoming more frantic as he's trying to soothe Sally. He has her calm... But no parent should have to do this to a child. If anyone should take responsibility for this mistake, let it be him. A warm, glowing hand touches the flesh that Sally was turned into in that terrible attempt to give her a so-called normal life with Will and she begins to fall apart. Flesh begins to turn to ash and dust. Will is screaming and Doc is grasping for Sally. She's leaving...she's leaving...! You... you did this... I just wanted you both to be happy. We were happy.

(Still accepting here!)

[multimoth]

@shxkespexre said ; perhaps you aren’t as powerful as you think.

"Spoken like a man who wants to get his britches fried."

Gale could very well retort that, actually, he is acutely aware at all times of how powerful he is - that he always has been, from back in the time when he was riding high as Mystra's chosen to the painful, aching weeks in which his own arcane power was slowly sapped from him to now, with the thrum of energy constant under his chest, powerful on a scale that could level cities and kill thousands and still somehow not enough.

But just because it's a sore spot doesn't mean he ought to go around throwing it in everyone's face.

"Did no one ever teach you never to challenge a wizard to a pissing contest? We're notoriously obnoxious about them. And prone to shoot lightning when provoked."

[ltcommanderandroid]

@shxkespexre

Data's head tilted slightly to the side as he considered the man before him.

Many had called Data a mimicry of life, when they were either ignorant or cruel, but surely the android before him could suffer a more potent objection from such individuals, being not only a mimicry of life but of a specific one? And what an extraordinary life it was to be given - Data had studied the man's works extensively in his search for humanity and found much of his answers in the pages of the bard. What would it have been to hold the memories of such a man and yet be as they were, creatures of mechanical parts and digital hearts?

"An honor to meet you, sir," he said, a hand offered out. "If it is not an inconvenience, I would be very interested to discuss your work with you. I have staged a number of your plays and studied your writing extensively." In fact, the tome of Shakespeare's writing that he had once been gifted by Picard was one of the first books he had sat down to read the old fashioned way, with turned pages and a mystery beyond each one, rather than downloading texts in their completion.

[bcnes-archived]

@shxkespexre sent ; “please just let me do your makeup, just this one time!” ; from makeup prompts

McCoy squints at him, suspicious, from across the office. It lasts only for a moment, leveled over his shoulder, as he's busy gathering together the rest of the PADDs he needs to take into the science lab.

"Why?" The question is posed very warily. "I'm going to be stuck in the lab for the rest of the day, I hardly think I need to be dolled up for that. What's the occasion?"

[aethergate]

text to @shxkespexre ;

-> how do you live with lungs. feeling yourself breathe. -> asking out of sheer curiosity.

[betterlost]

@shxkespexre sent ; his house is fucking flooding!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! all the wood is rotting!!!!!!!!!! He has to get out of there!!!!!! Now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Black mold, says the landlord, and never mind the fact that Nicholas does all the fucking yard work he's too cheap to pay for himself, that's not enough to earn him more than an almost-sincere looking shrug and a 'maybe try family?' when he asks where the fuck he's supposed to live for the next two-to-six weeks. It's probably against some fucking law or another, not giving him another apartment to stay in, but Nicholas isn't going to stand around starting shit , dropping fun little bombshells like I'm cut off from my whole damn family and my coworkers can't stand me and getting himself evicted (never mind that it'd be a damn good excuse to find someplace better than this hole-in-the-wall).

It's like the guy's never heard of preventative action. If he'd bothered fixing the fucking hole in the back part of the roof then a week's worth of rain wouldn't have mattered in the first place.

All in all, the whole mess leaves Nicholas with all his important shit (and half his wardrobe) thrown into two duffel bags in the driveway, unsure of what-the-fuck else to do other than pester Will.

> What did you used to do when your houses flooded in ye olden days > Beg for spare rooms at the inn? Does that still work? > If I walked down to Motel 6 they might take pity on me and my 2-day beard

[aethramusings]