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Furio Jesi, Mladi pjesnik

Furio Jesi Sestro burne tuge, pogledaj Trakl, “Lament” Pisma što ih je Rilke pisao Xavieru Kappusu od veljače 1903. do studenog 1094. (završno je pismo datirano 1908.) uvriježeno se nazivaju Briefe an einen jungen Dichter, Pisma mladom pjesniku. Taj naslov, međutim, time što upućuje jedino na primateljevo stanje, gotovo da implicira kako onaj tko piše, savjetuje i upozorava jest pjesnik koji je…

[ichayalovesyou]

Hey 💙🖖🏻

I just found you today, and absolutely love your writing, I think I just binge read your Pike fics today 🤭🔥

I also saw that you're taking requests... I might have an idea for you...

Captain Pike going apeshit because you got captured by bad people? Nothing specific, I leave it up to you... Any relationship, platonic, love etc... Getting hurt badly or not... Anything and everything is up to you 😉

(if you don't like the idea, I understand that too💙💕)

Aw geez thanks 😅 I got the warm fuzzies watching you barrel through my fics the other day! I appreciate it! ALSO are you kiddin’?! That sounds delicious! This is one of my all time fav tropes, I got you covered pal-o!

Revenging Angel (Pike x Reader)

Rating: Teen and up (Violence)

Word Count: 1.1k

Content: SFW, angst, hurt/comfort, whump, GN!Reader, Medical!Reader, established relationship (romantic), Protective!Pike, torture by neglect, stabbing, blood, spoilers for SNW 1x07 ��The Serene Squall”

Teaser: You're a medical officer aboard the Enterprise whom Captain Angel has kidnapped in order to treat their wounded lover, and as revenge on Pike for causing a mutiny on the Squall. Hopefully he can save you before it's too late!

“Since your Boy Scout’s little mutiny sent my last medic for a zero gravity swim, you’ll have to do. If you fail to save my husband’s life. You’ll be joining her long before the Enterprise even knows you're gone.”

That was two days, and four hours ago. That’s how long you’d been confined to this butcher’s shop they called a sick bay on the Squall. No food, no water, just medieval quality surgical tools to heal this mad captain’s Vulcan lover, then being left in here to die.

They would have to tend to you eventually right? After all, you have a highly valued life in your hands, rather, you had. You lost that bargaining chip the minute you kept your Hippocratic Oath.

But you knew why Angel chose you.

It was to get to Chris, to throw the Captain off his game.

Monsters like Angel loved to manipulate people, you had heard that they’d managed to manipulate and take Mr. Spock of all people hostage the last time Enterprise encountered these pirates. They seemed to have a thing for using love as a bargaining chip.

The only thing keeping you from caving in was knowing in your bones that the Enterprise was coming for you, that Chris was coming for you. That he would come even if you were a stranger to him. It was part of who he was.

So you waited.

When you woke up again, you thought you were delirious, after all, it had been a long time since you had any water. Sounded like fighting, was that phaser fire? You prayed it was another mutiny, especially when Angel and her Vulcan squeeze burst into this poor excuse for a sick bay they’d chained you to.

Then you heard familiar voices, Noonien-Singh’s crisp English accent barking orders, and-

Oh thank god, it was Chris!

“Captain Angel! Release Doctor Y/N and Xavierus, come quietly and we can discuss the terms of your surrender.”

The Captain’s normally leveled command tone was laced with a sharp bark reserved only for when he was at his angriest. He was breathing heavily, the blood on his cheek wasn’t his own. You hoped he hadn’t been forced to do anything he would regret.

“Sorry Captain Pompadour, you only get one.”

If looks could kill, and it wasn’t about the hair jab. When you made eye contact with him, you watched Chris regain some of his composure with the confirmation you were alive, if not well.

“That’s not how this works-“

“Aw! You make it sound like I’m giving you a choice! Better end this before it gets boring.”

It happened so fast, yet it felt like slow motion, Angel whirled around with lightning speed, necklace in one hand, and blade in the other, driving it into the side of Chris’s neck.  

When you tried to scream “No!'' It was La’an’s voice that came out. She rounded the corner as Chris fell, trying to body check Angel as they vanished, transported away mid-tackle. The mysterious Vulcan followed suit.

La’an bitterly remarked about the Captain not following protocol. You barely even heard her, you were too consumed by the sound of Chris struggling to breathe. A twisted part of you was relieved that choking on his own blood meant he was still alive.

Your hands shook, wanting to stay the bleeding but knowing one wrong nudge would drive the blade into his carotid. And that would be it.

You trained for years, seen dying people beneath your hands and had spared them. But you had nothing now, no strength, no wits, and worst of all no equipment, not anything that could save him anyway. You winced at all the times you berated him…

You’d never been there when it happened, not like this, not when it was your life he was trying to save. You weren’t prepared for this.

“La’an, no time, he’s dying.” You begged hoarsely. Her eyes widened as she quickly registered the severity of the Captain’s condition.

“Kyle! Two for emergency medical transport! It’s the Captain.”

As the golden light of the transport beam engulfed you both, you heard her say

“Don’t worry, we’ll find them.”

Maybe that was reassuring for her, but not for you. The only thing that could fight the growing numbness was Chris coming out of this alive.

You didn’t fight your coworkers when they gently pulled the two of you apart. Firstly because you didn’t have the strength. Secondly because you knew you had to recover first if you wanted to help him. And last of all

You trusted your family. Chris was well-loved, nobody in this room would forgive themselves if they couldn’t pull him through. You especially.

You got a drug induced full night’s rest for the first time in what felt like months. You were given a rapid rehydration and anti-malnutrition diet to compensate for the days you spent on the Squall. But, with lucidity came anxiety.

After loudly and stubbornly fulfilling the stereotype of doctors being terrible patients. You were permitted to do some very light data pad work in sickbay, where you could keep an eye on Chris.

The better part of a day has passed. You had settled into the unfocused dullness of busywork when a sharp gasp followed by a coughing fit made you drop everything.

Chris was awake! He tried to sit up, looking disoriented and afraid, no surprise considering how much danger there’d been the last time he was conscious. You moved so fast you practically transported to his side.

“Easy Chris, just lay back down, you lost a lot of blood.”

The Captain looked puzzled but relieved, he listened to you. He took your hand, normally he was so strong, but you could sense the exhaustion in his grip.

“You alright?” he asked “How long?” his voice cracked, it was practically non-existent, the strain was breaking your heart.

“Don’t try to speak. M’Benga and Christine have been taking excellent care as usual, but, we’re both still healing. You managed to take more damage from that pirate in five seconds than I did in two days. How’s that for unlucky?”

He glanced at you, half amused, half exasperated.

“Alright alright, you’ve been out for a little less than 24 hours, and you’ll be out of sick bay in a couple days IF you behave yourself. And since I’m confined to light labor only until I’m back in good condition…”

You circled the biobed, not letting go of his hand, and kissed him on the forehead.

“I’ll be sticking around doing absolutely nothing else, just to ensure you do.”

He laughed weakly, your hands broke away as you sat right next to him in sick bay. You had every intention of getting back to work, but you couldn’t take your attention off of him. So eventually you just gave up.

It was time to enjoy the quiet, no words, just the comfort of the mutual knowledge that both of you were breathing. Pirates, and paperwork, could wait forever for all you cared.

[yr-hen-ogledd]

Have you got any Iron Tusks lore lying around, or are they a completed project? I've been scrolling through the tag snapping up those gorgeous in-universe fluff snippets, and it's made me really curious about their backstory.

Ok so first of all thanks for saying a nice thing about my writing, which I have much less confidence in than I do in my painting. I’m super happy it grabbed your interest!

As for the Great Iron Tusks Fluff Bible… Well, for most of this evening I thought it’d been lost when I upgraded to my new(er) PC. But apparently I never delete anything ever and having done a bit of digging, well: here’s just about the entire history of the chapter, up to end of the 41st millenium & the creation of the Great Rift. Delve beneath the cut if you dare.

 Caveats: I read the background for the Warhammer 40,000 universe back in, like, 1996? ‘97? I haven’t paid too much attention since. I much prefer to just make shit up. I dip in here & there but you may find bits in here that seem to contradict actual canon - roll with it, I guess? It’s a big universe governed by an unreliable megabureaucracy; there’s room for more than one version of the truth.

++REF::CS+IRON_TUSKS

ADT.ASTARTES.DES.IRON.TUSKS

>IRON TUSKS: Adeptus Astartes chapter. Founded 738.M41 using Ultramarines gene-seed on Khaskal IV, Ultima Segmentum. Supervising officer Capt. Jun Harkenas (ex-Silver Skulls), subordinate officers including Capt. Astor Valk (ex-Silver Skulls), Capt. Haral Gor (ex-Carcharodon Astra), Reclusiarch Bron Ovidor (ex-Doom Eagles), Sgt. Torias Telion (Ultramarines, secondment), assisted by advisory council led by Barad Valur Arendt & other tribal elders.

On advice of Capt. Gor and the elders of the laghun, attending hiero-scrivenor Gorganaeus grants permission to Captain Harkenas to alter original ministorum designation BLACK PALADINS to IRON TUSKS in recognition of indigenous ursid life-forms known locally as Roortagha. Harkenas also orders chapter livery changed to deep crimson to fit with native blood rituals and warrior traditions. The Adeptus Terra’s initial audit detects minor mutations of the oolitic kidney, Betcher’s gland & the mucranoid gland, producing a moderately toxic & caustic airborne suspension when the marines’ sweat evaporates. The mutation falls well within acceptable levels of deviation and the founding is consecrated. The chapter is officially armed on St. Burden’s Day, 744.M41, fighting strength 350 scouts, 250 marines, plus command staff and various supporting elements including 3 strike cruisers. Captain Harkenas is named First Marshall, Captain Valk is named 2nd Company Marshall ; Master of the Armoury, Captain Gor is named 3rd Company Marshall ; Master of Recruits ; Bron Ovidor becomes High Chaplain. Sgt. Telion returns to Macragge.

745.M41: Hive Fleet Behemoth descends upon Ultima Segmentum. The Great Devourer carves a bloody path through the Imperium’s suprised and confused defenders leaving only lifeless rocks in its wake. Bio-ships appear at system terminus without warning after listening posts on Brennan’s World and Valentina are overrun by hostile xenoforms. Massively outnumbered, First Marshall Harkenas orders Khaskal IV evacuated and the chapter’s gene-seed secured aboard the strike cruiser Silverback. Harkenas and Ovidor lead half the chapter’s evocatii in a forlorn delaying action. Behemoth is eventually stopped at enormous cost, but Khaskal is stripped of all life weeks beforehand. The surviving brothers make a final return to salvage what equipment & armour they can, but leave the system within a week of arrival.

The Iron Tusks, now fleet-based, appear to drift between campaigns for several years, intervening in battles at Verrae, St. Nazaire, Xavierus and Sacristan. At Xavierus, Major-General Valdestin of the 120th Cadian Expeditionary records the Iron Tusks deploying “4 companies in good order, though unorthodox in equipment.” At Sacristan, Captain Serrus of the Star Phantoms notes the Iron Tusks battlefleet joining their own with 5 ships of the line, “three of which had clearly been reclaimed from unsanctioned sources.” Both commanders describe their allies scavenging war materiel from their enemies and after Sacristan, in which the combined Astartes forces drive off a raiding force of Red Corsairs traitors, the Iron Tusks (apparently now under the command of Haral Gor) pursue the traitors into the Maelstrom “with relish.”

The following decades paint a confusing picture: in 786.M41 they appear in the journal of the Rogue Trader Jelena diVerre as masters of Loghain’s Cross, a feudal world to the galactic south of Baal. Certainly, a number of imperial records from this time period make mention of the Iron Tusks fighting numerous battles against the orks raiding out of the Galatian Belt and against eldar pirates on Barre. But by the time Waaagh! Gormug makes a ruin of several Imperial worlds in 802, the Iron Tusks have apparently moved on. While the Blood Angels defend Loghain’s Cross, the Iron Tusks are recorded fighting “at chapter strength” against the bloody, Alpha Legion-led rebellion on Vittkenstein

“Though all who know the space marines know the essential diversity bred by their independent formations, I declare I never encountered a body of fighting men of such strange attitudes as these - leastways not as allies. The Irontusks (sic) seem to view their vocation almost as a great sport. They count kills upon their armour, they swear a great deal, they make indecipherable guestures toward the enemy (many of which I suspect are lewd in character!). Throne preserve us, at one juncture I visited a defensive position to inspect the conditions and found one of them sat in the cupola of his tank, smoking a lho-stick of very ill flavour. And yet who can complain of their devotion to the Emperor’s cause? After every raid they return with fallen comrades over their shoulders, bloodied banners of the enemy and grotesque smiles across scarred faces. One of their officers asked me if the regiment had encountered foes such as these before and when I answered him in the affirmative he declared that his men would be following us home.”- Colonel Ferdinand Maxwell-Gray, Mordian 18th.

Certainly the Iron Tusks do seem to have moved erratically toward the Mordian system for a time, but their route is difficult to ascertain. The war on Vittkenstein lasts another 4 years, but after that various naval records refer to the Iron Tusks retiring to a number of different homeworlds: Ironhold, Merite, Kyushin II, Jara-na-vere-ko, Elva XI and as many as 8 other planets are recorded as the chapter’s home base. Furthermore, having reached Mordian they seem to have moved on shortly after in the direction of the Cadian Gate and the Eye of Terror. More informatively, we can say with certainty the date at which they did so. Having claimed the death world of Morsava sometime before 984.M41, they subsequently sell the planet in 999.M41 to the governor-militant of Mordian for the perfunctory sum of 1 Imperial Credit - three days after the onslaught of the 13th Black Crusade. At this time Battlefleet Obscurus naval records indicate a fleet of 7 strike cruisers, one battle barge (designated Tough Love) and numerous escorts, bulk haulers and sundry other ships leaving the Mordian subsector and bearing galactic south-west.

++RECORD ENDS++

++THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: A CLOSED MIND IS WELL-DEFENDED

It would appear that the Iron Tusks have adopted a modus operandi by which they occupy any world which they are able to take from enemy forces, staying long enough to recover losses in men and materiel, before abandoning it in the event that better ‘sport’ presents itself elsewhere. It is a pattern which has seen battle companies attach themselves frequently to Imperial army groups unsolicited, apparently to involve themselves in more violence.They seem to act without any thought to wider Imperial strategy, or to collateral damage. Can their wilful disregard for authority be tolerated? More gravely, is their pursuit of violence for violence’s sake not a well-worn trail on the path to damnation? My Lord, I must recommend an immediate Inquisitorial audit be carried out on these rogues - lest rogues be left to turn altogether renegade.

I remain your humble and obedient servant,

9.

There you have it. The rest of it gets written as & when models & projects inspire me to get typing. You’ve seen glimpses of the Tusks post-rift activities - stranded on the wrong side of the sky-scar, scavenging the debris of fallen worlds, occasionally finding gold dust on shattered hulks that float out of the few relatively stable shipping routes across the Cicatrix Maledictum, and sometimes adopting new friends of mysterious origin from the beleaguered worlds of the Imperium Nihilus. There will probably be more in the future! No project is ever really finished until you run out of ideas.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Bn4BAlp8NQ&ab_channel=Xavieru

hmmm

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[ichayalovesyou]

Ok I completely forgot that Chapel momentarily housed Spock's consciousnesses and both parties were pretty okay with it.

Makes me wonder if we're going to semi-intimate mind meld in SNW that allows them to have a "we've done similar things and it was fine before" mentality.

Also there's a possibility they shared the same body because the orbs that held consciousness was destroyed. Or not idk.

Either way Spock is a very private person and IDK that he'd willingly inhabit a body that was not his even to save his life unless it was the only possible option left. It leads me to believe that they may not have fallen out as much as we tend to think and maybe possibly they were mentally intimate at some point SNW era.

(Return to Tommorow)

Oh my god I just wanna say that Return To Tomorrow is straight up one of if not my FAVORITE original series episode!!

Time To Get MESSY :D

I definitely think with the way things are going story wise with SNW there’s a high probability Spock will meld with Chapel out of necessity at some point. Drama and romantic tension absolutely demand it.

I don’t think Chapel and Spock’s “falling out” is necessarily gonna be a big fight or one doing something super awful to the other. I think it’s going to be more of a:

One of them gets a little too close to the threshold from friends to something more intimate, and the other has to put their walls up. More specifically I think it’s going to be Spock drawing the line, Chapel respecting that. OR! Chapel drawing the line like “I don’t want to come between you and your fiancé and us being friends is doing that”, Spock gets doubly rejected :(, and Korby is Chapel’s bounce back guy XD.

I’m actually gonna go so far as to say that she’s going to be caught up specially in the Sybok-Stonn-T’Pring-Spock-Angel mess that feels like is brewing thanks to The Serene Squall.

The Mess:

Spock is engaged to T’Pring

Spock has romantic tension with Chapel

Spock was manipulated by Angel (which I feel has hints of Spock having found their Dr. Aspen persona attractive)

Spock is Sybok’s half-brother

T’Pring is eventually gonna fall for Stonn

Both she and Stonn work at the Correctional Facility where Sybok is being held

T’Pring’s first introduction to Chapel was Spock fake cheating on her with her… awkward.

Angel is vitriolic toward T’Pring and tried to exploit her weakness for Spock to get Sybok back.

Angel and Sybok are lovers

Only Chapel and Angel know that Xavierus was Sybok and that Sybok is Spock’s half-brother. (T’Pring MIGHT know but we didn’t have that indicated to us the audience).

This right here ⬆️ this is a POWDER KEG.

Angel’s probably gonna want revenge on Spock and Chapel for fucking up their plan and PROBABLY noticed the chemistry between Christine and Spock was legitimate. They’re inevitably gonna wanna exploit that.

Spock could potentially be put in a position where both Christine and T’Pring are in danger because of Angel and/or Sybok and instinctually choose Christine. Possibly Stonn going after T’Pring because I think Spock would be paralyzed with indecision if there was no possibility of someone else helping the other person.

Spock and T’Pring probably going to have increasingly divergent opinions on the ethics of penal colonies and correctional facilities as time goes on. Spock’s experiences with getting in trouble with the law have been unjust. Between being wrongfully framed for murder, his sister proving she would’ve been wasted potential with a penal colony life sentence, not to mention whatever will go down w/ Una. Whereas T’Pring’s job is to rehabilitate prisoners by enforcing Vulcan logic/idealogy on V’Tosh Ka’tur offenders… see the conflict of interest?

Sybok not only is notoriously manipulative, but has the telepathic ability to control others. Particularly by forcing them to relive their most traumatic memory, and as we know from Star Trek V, for Spock that’s his father’s disapproval of Spock’s humanity. I absolutely could see him playing some serious mind games with Spock. Especially this younger, more emotionally vulnerable, self-questioning version of him.

It may not be the losses of Michael and Pike, or his estrangement from Chapel & T’Pring that drives him to despise his emotions and his humanity, but instead, Sybok using them and turning him against his friends.

It could be Spock has chosen to reject emotion because it was emotion that allowed Sybok to control him. It would track for his deep seated fear of his own anger, and for his “this memory you’ve conjured can no longer hurt me.” comment to Sybok when Sybok tries to control him in Star Trek V.

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