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WHY'D IT PUT TWO STARS I PUT FIVVVEE

watching Evan Almighty :)

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watching Evan Almighty :)

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Found a Psych shirt so I think it's time I start to watch it. In a completely legal way of course

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GO ATTACK MY FRIEND NOWWW

HI EVERYONE I AM ON TEAM CRYSTALS THIS YEAR !!!! follow me on artfight... heh...

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"I don't feel so good."

@juneofdoom

Disoriented | Fainting | Blurred Vision

TW; vomiting, and just in case avoid this if you don't like the mentions of pregnancy

Characters; Firth!Montgomery Scott and Leonard McCoy

AU; ya

McCoy awoke to the distinct feeling of the bed shifting beside him. Scotty must be awake…

“Mornin, love.” The doctor grumbled as he instinctively wrapped his arms tighter around his husband. That got a soft huff and a grumble. Confused by this response, McCoy rubbed his eyes more to try and rid himself of just-awake blurred vision.

After he essentially wiped his windshield he could see clearer, saw the ill look on the Scotsman. He sat up. “Are you feeling alright?”

Scotty didn't move, instead remained laid on his side, his face flushed and tail curled almost between his legs. “No,” He replied. “I don't feel so good.”

“Like what? What's the “not good” you're feeling?” McCoy immediately went into doctor mode, his hand coming down to press against the Firth’s forehead. He was a bit warmer, but he was still in bed. His whole body was warm.

“Nausea and dizziness mostly.”

“You think you'll want breakfast at all?”

The Scotsman was silent for a good while, labored breathing as he closed his eyes and tried to relax and hope the nastiness would go away on its own. “Probably not. Thinking of food makes me want to barf.”

“Even more than you already do?” Scotty nodded. “Dang it, honey. I'm sorry.”

There was a soft hand to the beast’s side, making him shiver from the difference in temperature. But it felt good. The Firth purred as his husband caresses his scales.

“How about I go get you a glass of water, okay? I just wanna make sure you're hydrated, and then you can go back to bed.” McCoy offered.

“Alrighty.”

The doctor gave Scotty a quick kiss on the forehead before leaving. Scotty groaned, rolling over onto his back. He really did feel nauseous.

Staying in the same position Scotty tried to ignore it. Tried ignoring how his throat was getting harder to swallow, tried to ignore how he was oddly salivating a way more than the normal amount.

The engineer didn't even wait for his lover to get back before he sprang out of bed and bolted to the bathroom. Slamming the toilet seat up and dropping to his knees, Scotty couldn't fight back as his body forcibly ejected whatever was in his stomach.

The room was empty when McCoy returned, and then he heard the gaging. Setting the glass down on the nightstand he quickly dashed to the bathroom.

“I’m coming, I'm coming.” The doctor reached out to pull back some of Scotty’s hair, keeping it out of the Firth’s face as he continued to vomit. “Just let it out.”

The bathroom was filled with the sounds of the Firth throwing up until he finally stopped. He pulled his face away from the bowl, sweaty and uncomfortable. He groaned as McCoy walked away to wet a towel, and almost immediately came back to wipe his mouth. Scotty could only mutter weakly a “thanks.”

The doctor continued to wipe Scotty off, then he got a fresh rag to rest it against the man’s neck, knowing the cold would help. He kneeled down on the floor next to his husband. “Scotty, do you know what this means?”

Scotty just slowly turned to look at his husband, unspeaking as to let the man explain. The engineer didn't look very thrilled at the idea of McCoy playing games with him. So, the human continued.

“Lately you've been feeling more fatigued, you're sore, and you've been a bit more irritable lately too. Now you've just thrown up. Morning sickness.” He explained. “These are all early signs of human pregnancy! We've been trying forever this-” He clasped a hand on the Firth’s back, making sure to be gentle about it. “This could be it.”

Despite the exciting news, Scotty didn't immediately perk up and start dancing jigs. He looked defeated. “We cannea ken for sure.”

“Well, that's why we pay a visit to the clinic. Get you checked out. If you're not, then we'll get you checked out either way to try and see why you're not feeling well. It's a win-win.”

The Scotsman glared. “Says the one who didn't just throw up.”

“Sorry.” McCoy patted the fussy man’s back, understanding his grumpiness. “We'll see about visiting the clinic when you get to feeling better.”

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Finally posting here again lol Misty stuff!!

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"Don't move!"

@juneofdoom

Firearm | Precipe | Internal Injury

TW; gunfire, whipping, chained, fire

Characters; Firth!Montgomery Scotty, Jim Kirk, Spock, Hikaru Sulu and unnamed aliens

FYI; this is a continuation of day 16

Scotty wasn't too sure how long he'd been here. He was always kept in a dark room, taken out routinely for preferences, and then thrown right back in there. Days mingled together, but he was learning.

Dancing wasn't entirely the best way to entertain the guests. They liked it wild, ferocious, and uncontained.

He looks like a beast- and that's what they came for.

“LOOK AT THAT ROAR!” The announcer boomed as the engineer yanked against the chain, growing and throwing himself around wildly on all fours like an untamed animal.

The worker, who seemed to have gained a soft spot- likey from the fact Scotty was appealing more to what the people wanted- didn’t whip him as much anymore. Most of the time it seemed like a pure accident. They lashed out the whip, cracking it against the floor, causing the Scotsman to jump back.

With a hiss he lashed out again, biting at the air and swatting at the alien. When the whip came again, he moved back just like last time. It was a game of cat and mouse. While he moved he couldn't help but notice some new people sitting down in the crowd. No matter.

Scotty staggered back and pushed up off the floor, heaving himself up to his two feet. This was completely normal, walking on two feet, but these customers had only seen him on all fours. To sell the part, the engineer made to wobble a bit as he lunged at the worker.

Of course the chain kept him from actually doing damage, but it got a loud clap of approval from the audience. He was whipped back down to all fours, still unscathed for the moment.

Scotty reared back up on his feet to try again, hoping this act was selling. He was a furious beast! Fear him, and pay high prices for the tickets so he could get fed better food. Maybe!

“Don't move!”

A shout from the sea of people made Scotty look towards the crowd, just in time to see the newer people whip out- wait a second, phasers?

The scream of the fire made Scotty quickly duck down, hunkering down on the stage flooring. People started to clamor around, chaos breaking loose. The Scotaman could hear the sound of the chain being hit, and it quickly heated up to a melting, and it fell apart. He scurried away from the sizzling end of the chain, trying to keep some distance between him and that molten metal.

It burned the wooden floor, fire immediately flaring up. It was getting worse and worse.

Desperate, Scotty tried to tug off his collar while backing away from the growing flame, but as what was left of the chain still attached to him, he just brought fire with him. The heat made his scales flare with agitation, his heart pounding.

“Hey! Let me help you!”

Why was that voice familiar?

The engineer looked up, seeing one of the hooded customers. Up this close, Scotty could see the blonde hair of his friend.

“Capt’n!”

Jim didn't reply, instead he took out a dagger hidden in his cloak to carefully slice off the collar, even if it took a while. “Come on, let's go! This place is about to go up in flames!”

Kirk yanked Scotty back to his feet and the two fled through the crowd rushing out, more and more familiar faces making an appearance as they entered a huge mall-like hub.

Scotty just followed his captain and friends as they took hold in an empty building. Looking around the Scotsman connected names to the faces.

Jim, Sulu, and Spock! Quite the landing party.

“Enterprise, four to beam up.”

The engineer opened his mouth to say thanks, but he was quickly dissolved into particles and returned back on his face Starship.

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ART FIGHT THEMES GOT REVEALED I'M READY FOR BATTLE

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Shameless reblog bc I can, and I just wanted to toot this song's horn because it helped me come up with the idea ^⁠_⁠^

Thinking about how in the MFP scones au McCoy was given the nickname "Canary" because when he's usually in the pit it's to be around Scotty or to be medical help, and since McCoy's uniform doesn't have proper face covering like you see Scotty having (and all trail engineers) he's more prone to smelling things that cause a pretty negative bodily reaction- getting ill and nauseated. The actual name "Canary" comes from the fact Canary's were used in coal mines to alert miners when the air got too toxic. So, when McCoy starts to feel ill, the trail engineers take that as a go ahead to leave the area for a break

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Thinking about how in the MFP scones au McCoy was given the nickname "Canary" because when he's usually in the pit it's to be around Scotty or to be medical help, and since McCoy's uniform doesn't have proper face covering like you see Scotty having (and all trail engineers) he's more prone to smelling things that cause a pretty negative bodily reaction- getting ill and nauseated. The actual name "Canary" comes from the fact Canary's were used in coal mines to alert miners when the air got too toxic. So, when McCoy starts to feel ill, the trail engineers take that as a go ahead to leave the area for a break

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"Stay with me."

@juneofdoom

Survivors Guilt | Succumb | Sedative

TW; descriptions of otherworldly natural (?) disasters, cosmic horror, loads and loads of death, some more detailed descriptions of main character death, guilt

Characters; Jim Kirk, Spock, and mentions of Montgomery Scott, Leonard McCoy, Pavel Chekov, Hikaru Sulu, Nyota Uhura, and Christine Chapel. Wow the whole gang is sorta kinda here!

AU; i couldn't help but write another MFP one shot because it just fit these prompts so well. this for the ACTUAL AU and not the one where scones recover, so i do recommend to possibly tread lightly if you don't want to read about a big monster swallowing people and other unnatural deaths

“DISASTER AT LIVING NATIONAL PARK. Restraints fall as massive underground creature swallows hundreds of park goers.”

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

Jim kept watching the news, his eyes reading the title over and over again. The words of the reporter were the only thing he was listening to.

“The park has yet to release a statement and explain how this has happened, but people speculate it was the amount of rainfall last night. Government is advising you to stay inside of your homes to avoid the smell of the acid it ejected.”

“Jim.” A more familiar voice caused Kirk to finally tear his eyes away from the television. Standing in the doorway was his closest friend and coworker, Spock. “I see you've seen the news.”

The man couldn't control himself as he turned back to the news. “This wasn't supposed to happen.” He said, repeating the same thought that kept popping into his head. “How…”

“An engineer did not do his check up properly, resulting in a backing when the sand gullet was filled with water. The water pump did not function as it was intended.”

All because of an engineer and some rain.

Engineer.

Jim groaned as he covered his face, curling up as he sat on the sofa in his living room. He'd lost one of his best trail engineers, Montgomery Scott. He knew that man well, they were good friends, and now he was gone. Last known location was down in the pit trying to fix the pump. He was stuck down there now.

Leonard McCoy. Medic. Gone, last contact with the man was when he was on his way down to the visitor center to be of medical aid. Then the supports gave way. He was one of the hundreds swallowed.

Pavel Chekov. Ranger in training. Gone. He had been on the above ground park when the super organism ejected its bile. Fauna from the pit came flying out, attacking people. He was one of them.

Sulu, Uhura, Chapel. All dead.

Expect him.

Jim had the day off. He wasn't scheduled to come in. He survived by pure luck of not showing up.

And it killed him.

He had to read the damage reports of each of his friends and more. He had to read their gruesome ends on a piece of paper. He didn't even get to see them. He didn't get the chance to try and save them.

“Jim, stay with me.”

The voice snapped the blonde out of his spiral again, and he knew then that Spock wasn't oblivious to what was happening in his head.

“It should've been me,” He whispered, the sound of the news still ongoing. “I should've been there.”

“But you weren't, and there is nothing you can do about it other than move on.”

Jim whirled around, shocked by what he just heard. “Move on? Spock, people died! Friends died! I know you're all cold and all non-feeling, but I do! I feel heavily for the people that have died!”

The scientist’s mood didn't shift. “I am aware.”

“Are you?! Because right now it looks like you don't give a shit! You're not even sad!” Jim stood up from the sofa, his tone raising in volume as his eyes burned with unshed tears. “You were there! You saw everything, yet you act like nothing happened!”

“I think my efforts would be better suited in the salvaging of the project instead of having an emotional outburst.”

That made the man stop for a second. “Salvaging?” He asked. Spock gave a simple nod. “No, no… No, Anodyne can't do that! There's no way they're trying to get that damn park back open!”

“Not exactly.” Spock replied. “They do not wish to reopen. Simply study, continue to learn about the Permian Basin Superorganism.” Hearing the scientific term for the pit made Jim's blood run cold.

“You can't. It swallowed the visitor center. There's no way to get back down there.”

There was a long pause, the only sound being the TV. Jim just looked at Spock, awaiting an answer. Unfortunately the one he got made his stomach churn.

“Anodyne will find a way.”

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Decided to finally draw the boys in their uniform for once! Ohh McCoy u and ur ugly ass hat❤️

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Wow I actually have the story done for tomorrow. It's only 8! I have the rest of the day! This is so crazy... I could totally write for day 23 too after I get my morning stuff done. I think I might be actually able to finish June of Doom early! I mean, get them all written so I can just schedule post them, ya know. Wild...

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SCOTTY NATION ASSEMBLE!!!!!!!!

The original card is from Dave and Busters lol