#beneviolencia

[bever7y]

WE HAVE TO DREAM IN ORDER TO SURVIVE. @beneviolencia is this before or after he breaks his hip?

[moltolavoro]

@beneviolencia | jim & sam

he's -- numb. that's really the only word for it. and jim knows that's bad. know it means he's not properly processing his feeling, which is something they're big on in the cadet program. but -- fuck the cadet program right now. the cadet program is part of the reason he was there in the first place.

the journey home is -- quiet. jim doesn't sleep. he's so paranoid there won't be enough food that he hides bits away when no one's looking. he won't talk to his dad. there's a handful of other kids who made it and jim sees this...this haunted look in their eyes and he knows it's reflected in his own but he hasn't looked. can't look in the mirror.

actually, he doesn't break down at all until he sees sam. they come off the ship and jim's quiet and small at his dad's side. but there's -- there's sam, waiting by their mom and jim is sprinting before he realises it and he launches himself at sam. clings tight and doesn't even realise he's sobbing until he hears the sound, holding so tightly to his older brother he's likely to leave he bruises.

he can't even find the air to apologise.

[nursc-a2]

_________  ⋆˚ ★ INCOMING HOLO / ENDLESS EDITS OF NURSC (  for @beneviolencia )

the christine and sam smalltown au

[dimensionalspades]

He's been waiting at the airlock for ten minutes, out of the way so people could move around freely- it was a period of high traffic, one of those hours where it felt like so many people were disembarking onto the station that it'd tip sideways. But thus far, he hadn't seen the person he was waiting for.

"Eiche!" Julian jogged towards the ecers, smile as blinding as the sun as he threw his arms around Eiche and held him tightly. "It's been months!" Not accusatory, more being dramatic at the separation. "I hope things went well? I know you weren't negotiating with particularly pleasant people, but hopefully things stayed diplomatic."

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[choicescreen]

@beneviolencia 

steady goes. easy does it. from his vantage point, leaned back in his seat in the same way miss carpenter told him in third grade would cause him to bust his head open and need stitches, he’s got the ideal straight-shot to the back of many-a head. 

bow! right to the fold where the neck becomes the head goes his latest projectile: hornets, just like he’d once made out of paper and spit. nine years old had been the heyday for those, too.

when his target turns, irritation and bewilderment furrowing his brow, murdock’s fingers wiggle-waggle innocently. “ what’s on your mind, jacky-boy? “

[colnerys]

📜 - signed thoren yan

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[nursc]

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[my-timing-is-digital]

🗣 - signed dr. picard

The screams of a tempestuous pandemonium fused with irate orders intoxicating the idyllic atmosphere were still audible behind him as the android swiftly manoeuvred his way back down the claustrophobic, subterranean maze. The cacophony of the turmoil that was meandering outside and resonated between the rolling hillsides in the remote valley, that expanded outward from the entrance of the cave, was a fierce reminder of why it was imperative to adhere to the Prime Directive ⸺ albeit they were not responsible for violating General Order One, the Romulans were... However, they would still endure the pulverising weight of the magnitude the ensuing repercussions would embody. They could ruminate on the aggregation of errors and infringements they were on the brink of committing, but their primary objective was to seek another exit, another way out of the incapacious labyrinth.

The petrol blue uniform was scorched in the centre of his chest where their electronic weapon had nipped him; the fragile fabric was still smouldering and the lacerations that had been riven by the impact exposed his blackened bioplast sheeting. At moments like these, he considered himself lucky that he did not possess pain receptors and that the outer layers of his design were comprised of high endurance materials... Data sped around the bend of the tunnel and into the cavern where he had left the others. The Doctor was still crouched beside Riker, monitoring his vital signs; an anomalous power surge had incapacitated Riker and whatever systems he had activated could bear a correlation with the sudden arrival of the native inhabitants of the planet who were presently congregating outside. When the android became stationary within a couple of meters radius opposite the other two Starfleet officers, his slender, sinewy fingers were still firmly clutched around the phaser. They had to find a solution to pre-empt a further escalation of this conundrum, preferably before their foes would come bludgeoning down the labyrinthine caves...

The android did not elaborate on his bedraggled appearance; he surmised that Picard was capable of conducting his own extrapolations and formulate his own mental inferences. Besides, it harboured no significance.

    ‘Sir, I am afraid we must locate another exit. They have us surrounded, and if my calculations are correct’ ⸺ which they were, for he seldom erred ⸺ ‘we are outnumbered: 78 to 1. We do not stand a chance,’ he informed Doctor Picard, his yellow eyes momentarily darted down to behold the injured Riker, if only he had heeded Data’s advice concerning the untrustworthy design of the mysterious electronic device... ‘I tried to contact the Enterprise, but it appears they have enabled communication inhibitors ⸺ we can safely assume that the inhibitors are likewise capable of deflecting incoming transport signatures. To put it differently, sir, we cannot escape, only postpone the inevitable by relocating ourselves; in order to survive, we must attempt to find a fissure in their shield and use it to our advantage...’

Meme from [ x ]

[bever7y]

only if he doesn't mind being bossed captained around

[beneviolencia]

#BENEVIOLENCIA

independent & selective multi muse / centring around strange new worlds, fear and alienation within society / various sci-fi fandoms / burdened by schiff

[nursc-a2]

a little belated something for @beneviolencia

schiff, you are one of my favorite people on this site and i just think you are absolutely wonderful. you make me fall in love with characters, with aus, and in three seconds flat you got me obsessed with whatever you are talking about. our dynamics are so precious and dear to me, and even though we are a mess (rip jack and julian could have been boyfriends for ages if we weren’t so silly) i think we make a very nice mess ♥

[dimensionalspades]

TAG DROP: Julian Bashir

[blondiexbiites]

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄

(  list three to five songs.  )   -   Madison Waverly

The Neighbourhood ——  Daddy Issues

Go ahead and cry, little girl / Nobody does it like you do / I know how much it matters to you / I know that you got daddy issues / And if you were my little girl / I'd do whatever I could do / I'd run away and hide with you / I know that you got daddy issues (and I do too)

Taylor Swift  ——  The Archer

I've been the archer / I've been the prey / Who could ever leave me, darling? / But who could stay? / Dark side, I search for your dark side / But what if I'm alright, right, right, right here? / And I cut off my nose just to spite my face / Then I hate my reflection for years and years / I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost / The room is on fire, invisible smoke / And all of my heroes die all alone/ Help me hold onto you

Slayyyter  ——  Gimme More

I'm a cowgirl making all my shopping trips onto rodeo, in the 90210, oh / I see ya staring at my birkin bag asking me how much I bought that for, / baby you don't need to know, oh, oh / get what I want right when I want it

stolen from :  @beneviolencia​

tagging :  @pantslessoptimism

[colnerys]

🌸 for three things kira likes about yan

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" what i like about thoren yan? well...! " kira chortles, her palms decisively landing flat atop her own thighs. " for one, he's my brother —— and i don't just say that 'cuz we were in the resistance together —— i say that 'cuz he's a pain in my ass but a pain that i'm more than happy to deal with. but... " the smugness on her smile replaces itself with sincerity, eyes evidently softening. " we just ... well — we just sorta get one another. we always sorta had and that's what i like about him : i don't hafta over explain myself to him. he's one of the most brilliant people i know. i 'unno. guess i'm lucky to know him. "

[crimsonsunsets]

★    ┈┈    ENDLESS  EDITS  OF  CAPTAIN  CRUSHER.  (  mutuals    can    reblog  !!  )

beverly explaining to an admiral that yes, she wants to use her little lab coat on the bridge while cmo picard laughs at her because he knows she only wears it because she’s cold as heck ( @beneviolencia​ )

[shoreaway]

          @beneviolencia​ ,    lucius          ♢     ♦     ♢          five    times    comforted        —        five    times    the    receiver    comforted    the    sender .

          pete  didn’t  realize  he  is  capable  of  softness  until  he  finds  his  fingers  entangled  in  lucius’  hair,  the  young  man  softly  snoring  within  the  crook  of  pete’s  neck.    something  had  happened  in  the  pirate’s  republic,  involving  blood  smeared  on  white  clothing  and  a  nose  jar.    pete  hadn’t  understood  much  of  it,  but  he’d  seen  how  upset  lucius  was.    a  few  kind  words    —        ❝    it’s  gonna  be  okay.    ❞        —    got  a  series  of  sobs  in  return,  which  were  hushed  within  the  fabric  of  pete’s  shirt  as  soon  as  he  hesitantly  opened  his  arms.    how  they  ended  up  cuddled  against  one  another,  the  narrating  voice  of  the  captain  in  the  background,  is  a  mystery    —    but  something  swells  inside  pete’s  chest,  something  warm  and  soft  and  unfamiliar.    he  tucks  it  away  safely,  much  like  he  cradles  lucius’  head  and  closes  his  eyes  for  the  night.

          the  only  thing  getting  through  lucius’  tirade  is  pete’s  soft  nods  and  words  of  agreement    —    oh,  yeah.    you’re  so  right.    damn  him  to  hell!    these  things  come  relatively  easy  to  pete,  meanness  and  cruelty  always  ready  at  the  tip  of  his  tongue  to  act  as  a  protective  armor.    it’s  the  supporting  role  in  the  slander  that  is  new.    but  pete  finds  that  with  lucius,  all  kinds  of  things  come  easy:  a  smile,  some  blushing,  brushing  touches  that  leave  him  wondering.    when  lucius  takes  a  seat,  spitting  out  this  final  venom  of  words  and  some  spatters,  pete  takes  a  seat  beside  him.    at  last  pete  offers  one  more  thing:        ❝    it’s  gonna  be  okay.    ❞        what  follows  is  silence,  but  pete  realizes  that  silence,  too,  is  easy  with  lucius.

          so  far  there  has  only  been  one  occasion  pete  wished  he  were  bigger,  and  it  is  right  now.    he  shifts  closer  to  lucius,  sheltering  the  man  with  his  entire  frame,  protecting  him  from  the  world  and  all  the  horrors  within.    a  hand  reaches  up  to  brush  away  the  tears,  a  kiss  on  the  cheek  quickly  following.        ❝    you  were  so  brave.    ❞        his  voice  is  a  whisper,  warm  and  luring,  hoarse  with  his  own  exhaustion  but  ready  to  scream  if  lucius  so  wishes.    a  quick  glance  goes  to  the  freshly  stitched  finger    —    or  lack  thereof.    a  few  months  ago  pete  would  have  mocked  him  for  losing  something  as  silly  as  a  finger,  but  the  gravity  of  the  situation  has  settled  itself  within  pete’s  chest  with  a  choking  anxiety.        ❝    is  there  anything  else  you  need?    how’s  the  pain?    have  you  eaten?    you  should  eat  something.    ❞    torn  between  offering  the  comfort  of  closeness  or  service,  indecision  grips  him  as  he  looks  around,  hoping  to  find  someone  who  might  do  a  better  job  at  taking  care  of  lucius  than  he  does.        ❝    it’s  gonna  be  okay,  babe,    ❞      pete  mutters  at  last,  pulling  lucius  close  when  he  finds  that  they  are  alone.    pete  finds  he  can  only  offer  all  of  him,  wishing  there  was  more  of  him  to  give.

          he  can’t  believe  he’s  lost  him.    pete  had  seen  lucius  right  across  the  deck  before  chaos  erupted.    now  he  seems  lost  within  the  heavy  tud  of  leather  boots,  the  screams  of  defiance,  the  unsheathing  of  swords.    eyes  scan  the  ship  nervously,  looking  for  his  lover’s  face,  but  finds  nothing  but  confused  panic.    and  then    —    he  finds  lucius  near  the  mast,  the  start  of  a  line  up  alongside  the  rest  of  the  crew.    although  there  is  a  gun  pointed  at  him  and  the  soldier  hasn’t  finished  tying  his  wrists  yet,  pete  breaks  into  a  run.    the  ugly  sound  of  flesh  and  bone  smacking  wood  fills  his  eyes  when  he  is  tackled.    blood  trickles  down  his  lips,  onto  his  chin,  but  there  is  a  big  smile  on  his  features  when  he’s  pulled  up,  and  sees  the  one  he’s  been  looking  for.        ❝    it’s  gonna  be  okay,  babe,    ❞      he  says,  and  he  would  risk  it  all  again  to  say  it  one  more  time.

        he’s  been  hovering  around  him  all  day,  a  guard  dog  ready  to  bark  at  anyone  with  the  slightest  suspicion  of  ill  intent.    it’s  in  the  quiet  of  the  night,  when  even  button’s  stirring  has  stilled,  that  pete  allows  himself  to  cry.    how  long  has  it  been?    it’s  a  cruelty  that  he  can’t  even  remember  the  last  time  he’s  seen  him.    he  only  knows  that  it’s  been  too  long,  and  time  has  been  unkind  to  lucius.   pete  lays  his  head  down  besides  lucius,  an  awkward  angle  as  he  is  sitting  beside  the  bed,  but  he’s  too  exhausted  to  register  the  discomfort.    something  shifts  over  lucius’  features,  something  dark  and  dangerous,  and  pete  reaches  out  to  brush  some  of  his  hair  out  of  the  way.    when  he  speaks,  the  words  are  choked,  but  spoken  nonetheless.        ❝    it’s  gonna  be  okay,  babe.    ❞