#bonesy rambles

[the-bonez-rise-again]

“Small ass robot gets thrown out of his ship and British lady repeats his name to nothingness” send Stan twitter tweet

[bonesybonez]

Being sick isn't enough, I must also listen to Death to The Mechanisms (the song) and put me also through mental anguish

[sheepie-self-ships]

I love love love fanfic but why is it that when there’s fanfic my selfships are so impersonal…

Like ok idk how long this’ll be it’s just a ramble but I’ll put a cut just in case

But so there’s basically no Eagle.bones x readers and I mean pretty much nothing besides a one shot from 2013 that was mlm smut which was very ooc and I didn’t like it sO I took my s/i and RAN, and now it’s like a year and a half later and I have all this cool selfship stuff I’ve worked on, and I find it so fascinating how compared to any other F/O, bones has the most selfship content from me because of that lack in fan content elsewhere!!

Because also, Bones is a special case in that he’s still very much present in not only my online life but also real life, my roommate and I are both mutually super into the aqua.bats and selfshipping and we’ve kind of made an echo chamber that I don’t know if you could replicate?? But that makes it when I compare my experience selfshipping w him so much more everything to any other f/o, even say, All M.ight who I’ve had for nearly 7 years now, Bones has just so much more that I’ve played around with and the amount of fics I read for AM could have affected my sshipping experience??

Also timing I think affects it, like yes I sshiped w AM for 7 years, but by the time I was in the sship community, I was already for the most part out of my MHA fixation? And with my other main F/O, hiromi, he doesn’t have much sship stuff either because I also got into the sship community in 2021/2022 after I was one of the only ppl in the fandom writing fics for him, so I never thought too much about my personal relationship in the story w him because I wanted other people to love him too 🫶 but with G.reaseball (another guy w virtually no fics), there’s a good few doodles and illustrations I’ve done w him because I don’t really write reader insert stories anymore, so I could spend all my creativity on drawing him and my s/i…

I’m mostly talking abt this bc I’m noticing w/ Erik that because there’s new one shots/hc lists (no matter if I like them or not) coming out like every single day I think that my creativity is super low selfship wise, and I just find that really interesting :0 I wonder if anyone else goes through this??

[the-chaos-goose]

Seeing someone in my notes with the art I drew for xem>>>>>>>>>

[coolbeanzeaglbones]

Eaglebones having bird quirks is my favorite headcannon, so here's a fanfic about it

The other Aquabats were listening to eaglebones ramble on about some absolute nonsense as they walked down the street. They had just taken down a monster and decided ice cream was a great way to celebrate on their victory.

Apparently, the villain had resembled something from a book he had read so he had to talk about it. At one point, he stopped and picked up a bottle cap to put in his pockets before continuing his excited chatter, “Why did you pick up that bottle cap?” Crash asked, pointing out the shiny blue cap in his hands, “Oh, Y’know, just keeping the streets clean.”

The commander put up his finger, “Hey, let’s have a contest, see who can pick up the most bottle caps!” Ricky decided to engage, “What does the loser do?” The commander grinned, “The loser has to pay for everyone’s ice cream.”

“What are the bounds of the contest?” Jimmy asked, “The entire town, just no picking out of garbage cans, jimmy, do you have any cups?” Jimmy did indeed have five plastic cups, which he gave to his friends, “A half hour?” Jimmy asked.

“You know it jimmy!” He turned to his friends, “Go! Meet back at the ice cream place.” They split, going in various directions, straight up running.

The commander giggled, picking up a scuffed up Heineken cap and putting it in his cup. He must’ve looked completely silly, a grown man laughing and putting bottle caps in a plastic cup. He garnered a few looks, but people didn’t bother him.

He got to wondering as he picked up more caps. Eaglebones didn’t usually pick up things off the ground while walking, especially if he was talking about something stupid like a book.

It had been fifteen minutes, so he had fifteen more to go and he had fourteen bottle caps. He made his way back, which was coincidentally where his friends were, “Read ‘em and weep, fourteen!” He stated proudly, holding out his cup, “Crap, I only got six.” Crash exclaimed. Ricky smiled awkwardly, “Me too, Jimmy?”

“Four.” He said, shaking his cup, “Eaglebones?”

“I got like twenty, how’d you guys get so little?” He asked, “Well, doesn’t matter, ice cream’s on jimmy!” The commander slapped his back.

While everyone else threw out their bottle caps, eaglebones kept a few. The commander was going to find out what he did with them so, after they got back to the battletram, instead of going to the cockpit like everyone else, the commander followed him.

He watched him take a small box out of his locker, “Whatcha got in there, bonesy?” Eaglebones jumped, clearly startled, “Nothing.”

“I know it’s not, come on tell me.”

Eaglebones looked around suspiciously, “Okay, but you gotta promise not to tell the others, okay.” The commander put his hand up, “Scouts honor.”

Eaglebones hesitated before opening the box. Inside was a random assortment of things ranging from bottle caps and pieces of glass, to pieces of costume jewelry and shiny rocks, “The commander giggled, “What’s that?” Eaglebones put his handful of shiny bottle caps in the box, “My shiny stuff, I just like it okay, but don’t tell the others, they’ll be mean.” The commander bit back another laugh, throwing his arm around eaglebones’ shoulder and shaking him, “Don’t sweat it, eaglebones. When I said scouts honor, I meant it. Your shiny stuff obsession is safe with me.” He chuckled, “It’s not an obsession.” He muttered, putting the box away, “But thank you.”

The commander then told Jimmy immediately, who took it as hand any tiny shiny useless object to eaglebones. Yeah, Jimmy is kind, but eaglebones was pissed. Eventually, everyone knew about the box and would pick stuff up for the box.

Eaglebones used to hate it, but over time, it became a nice team thing. Crash was of course the most excited about adding stuff to the box, and that was just the best thing about crash. It was a memory box that would be there for ages, just little things like shiny bits of plastic and shiny rocks, but it was a gag that lasted a long while.

Of course eaglebones made a new secret box, but the old one, that belonged to the team now, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[navycat305]

VERY BELATED (BY LITERAL YEARS) INTRODUCTION POST TIME! Hi, I’m Navy or Bones/Bonesy or maybe even [INSERT REAL NAME HERE] if you’re one of about five or six mutuals. I’m a history student who likes writing (whenever I feel like it) as well as all the various things I reblog here. My pronouns are she/her (but I don’t care all that much) and I am over 18. Feel free to send me asks, especially if you’re a (beloved) mutual!

A non-comprehensive list of the many things I like/have liked and posted about here under the cut:

- dimension 20

- dropout

- smosh

- starkid

- tin can bros

- shipwrecked comedy

- pulp musicals

- shakespeare

- nothing much to do (nmtd)

- lovely little losers

- ace attorney

- ghost trick

- the magnus archives

- the magnus protocol

- doctor who

- torchwood

- empires smp

- the life series

- hermitcraft

- rtgame

- most other Minecraft things the above people/groups do

- american girl dolls

- warrior cats

- jeeves and wooster

- operation mincemeat

- taskmaster

- bbc ghosts

- cbs ghosts

- return of the obra dinn

- slay the princess

- scarlet hollow

- dnd

- history

- derry girls

- renegade nell

- lockwood and co

- the good place

- dungeon meshi

I also have some more personal tags that I use:

- gooper moment (in reference to the discord server where a bunch of my friends hang out)

- my beloveds (in reference to the two dearest people in my life)

- briarridge (in reference to an original story I wrote with my beloveds)

- writering things (anything about writing that I’ve saved)

- saving this for later (self-explanatory)

- ask bonesy (any asks I receive or ones that I’ve sent other people and subsequently reblogged)

- original post (things that have come from my own humble brain)

So that’s me! This feels like a very long rambling post but I don’t suppose there’s any better introduction than that lol. Thanks for reading if you got this far and hope you enjoy my silly little blog :)

[dragonologist-phd]

Introducing: Thalia Hawke

In Summary:

Champion of Kirkwall

Mage (Force Mage)

Main Weapon: Primal & Force Magic

Direct; Self-Reliant ; Combative; Assertive

more rambling:

Backstory:

Her magic manifested at a young age; using primal spells such as lightning came easily to her but control was much more difficult, and her family was forced to move often when she was young

When she was older, she earned money for her family through a variety of odd jobs, usually involving manual labor or farmwork.

She actually got along better with Carver than she did with Bethany; this changed after the destruction at Ostagar Bethany's death, both of which created a rift between Thalia and her brother

Upon arriving in Kirkwall, she opted to join Athenril and the smugglers

Major Choices:

Mainly chose Aggressive options

Carver became a Templar

Aided mages whenever she could

Dueled the Arishok in single combat

Sided with Larius in Legacy

Sided with Orsino and the mages

Party Dynamics:

Very complicated relationship with Carver. They were very close as kids, but as they got older their similarities- such as their temper and reluctance to talk about feelings- made it harder for them to get along. They had a falling out that lasted for years, but in the end they were still family and they stood by each other

Varric was another complicated relationship. They had terrible first impressions of each other, but after trauma bonding in the deep roads, they became inseparable friends who still bickered constantly

Held a lot of resentment towards Aveline after Leandra's death. Their friendship was already strained before that, and after, it never recovered

Was very close with Anders until Act 3, when they started growing in different directions. Even so, she would never have been able to kill him

Did actually like Sebastian a lot, almost in spite of herself. She still feels guilty about what happened

Had an initially rocky relationship with Merrill for a number of reasons. When she learned her own father had performed blood magic, however, she began asking Merrill more about it, and the two ended up becoming close

Romance:

Has a chaotic taste in partners that drives Carver crazy. She hooks up with Athenril during the first year in Kirkwall, then as soon as that's over starts flirting with Fenris

Her relationship with Fenris has its ups and downs, but they were very important to each other. Their Act 2 hookup and resulting fallout left them both reeling

Hawke dealt with all this by then hooking up with Isabela, who up to that point had been her best friend. They agreed to not bring feelings into their hookups, an agreement which Hawke was terrible at keeping

After much complication, Hawke could no longer deny that they'd fallen in love with both Fenris and Isabela. The three of them finally managed to talk things out and began a polyamorous relationship

Epilogue:

Hawke, Fenris, and Isabela took to the seas after Kirkwall, staying on the move and hunting slaver ships

Hawke reluctantly showed up to help the Inquisition after hearing of Corypheus's return. Inquisitor Genevieve chose to save them in the Fade, but they didn't trust the Inquisition at all and tried to convince Varric to leave them with them, with no success

Misc:

Hawke becomes more comfortable in their nonbinary identity over time; in Act 1 they use she/her pronouns, and gradually move to using a mix of she/her and they/them as the game progresses

They're elf-blooded, though it's not immediately obvious. Being raised in the Circle, Malcolm didn't have much connection to elven culture, and neither does Hawke. They learn more from Merrill, but still have complicated feelings about it

They get terrible insomnia, and probably rival Anders for title of most all-nighters pulled

They do try to learn healing but are absolutely terrible at spirit magic and never really get the hang of it

Their mabari is named "Bones", often referred to as "Bonesy". They got him from a kennelmaster they worked for, as he was the runt of the litter and wasn't expected to survive. Hawke took him home, and Malcolm used healing magic to help him survive

[elyology]

went to get starbucks this morning (kirk fell asleep on me)

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

It was my birthday today, and it didn't go as bad as I thought it would be. Anyway just wanted have a small little ramble, hope you're having a good day/night Dillo! :) -🦴

Bonesy! Happy Birthday!! How was your day? Did you do anything fun

[maramahan]

I mean come ON dude you had it all

He was in love with Calypso. The Literal Anthropomorphoc Soul Of The Sea

You gotta spend ten years on the water without setting foot on dry land? So freakin what! That’s ten solid years spent with your beloved!! So what if she’s not shaped like a human? She’s still right there beside you!!

Yeah okay, maybe you were expecting to meet her as a physical entity on your one day ashore, and you were bummed to get stood up. That’s fair. But dude. Dude.

Firstly, she’s a literal goddess of the literal ocean. Maybe she’s got stuff to do

Secondly, there are plenty of other things to do on shore. Freakin go to a bar or something, bro. Quit pitching a fit just because a Literal Goddess didn’t bend heaven and earth to accommodate your petty human whims

Thirdly, she’s the ocean. You knew Exactly where she was, and you knew exactly where to find her. Chill the heck out. Yeah yeah, she’s tempestuous and ever-changing, whatever — but she was There before, and she will be There after. Relax.

Fourthly, she was with you nonstop for TEN FREAKIN YEARS. Maybe she needed a break from your crap, did you ever think about that? I know I’d be pretty freakin done if I was there with someone I loved but he spent the whole dang time ignoring me just ‘cause I “~wasn’t shaped like a human~” I mean how selfish can you BE jones

NOT TO MENTION dang Freakin — the guy had it ALL. She gave him EVERYTHING. Eternal life, a ship of his own — and all he had to do in return was get some dead folks to where they’re going. How hard is that? What else was he gonna do! He doesn’t have to pay taxes or worry about money or deal with ANY of the constraints of mundane human life anymore! He had literally ONE JOB! And it was an E A S Y J O B !! If only you’d had some freakin compassion Dave you wouldn’t be in this mess !!!!

Gahhhhhhhhhh and then. And THEN. She’s not swooning on the shores for you when you get your day on land — so what do you do, Jonesy? Huh? You freakin carve out your heart and quit doing the GODDESS APPOINTED JOB upon which your immortality is built?? I swear, Squidface — I don’t have words strong enough. You never had a heart to begin with if you could just abandon all those lost souls who depended on you to find their way. If you couldn’t love her as the ocean, you never truly loved her at all.

I mean, she gave you everything, Davey. She gave you FREAKIN EVERYTHING, but you made it a curse. You were too selfish to recognize the blessing you’d been given, so you cast it away and turned yourself into a monster. You were too small a man to handle the love of a goddess, and you took that failure out on everyone else. You made her suffer, you made the innocent lost souls suffer, you made your crew suffer, you made yourself suffer — and you have the gall to claim She betrayed you.

Your fate’s your own dang fault, Captain Jones.

I do not pity you.

Today I learned that I still have very strong feelings about Mr. Davey Squidface Jones from the pirates of the Caribbean movies, and there is a very real part of me just waiting for the chance to yell about it

[the-bonez-rise-again]

Sara is horribly underrated. My girl needs some more recognization, Tom is amazing don’t get me wrong, but Sara deserves some more love too!

[bonesybonez]

Sometimes when I want to put myself through anguish, I listen to Steam Powered Giraffe's cover of Harder Better Faster Stronger and stop myself from punching a hole in the wall! (I have so much hatred for this cover, it's so bad) (Plus it's also not the best Daft Punk song to cover but you couldn't catch me saying that, I feel like One More Time or anything off of RAM would work for SPG)

[obscure-reference-girl]

Masks and Misunderstandings Chapter 2

Pairing: Pavel Chekov/Leonard McCoy

Warnings: Swearing (because it’s Bones),

Word Count: 2331

Summary: Leonard thought that a nightclub where you had to wear a mask was idiotic, but he humored Jim and accompanied him to the club during shore leave anyway. After Jim fucked off into the crowd of dancing bodies without so much as a ‘never you mind’, Leonard went looking for him and found something unexpected. Meet unexpected: sexy, young, blonde...and if he reminded him a bit too much of a certain Russian navigator he wasn't going to linger on that thought.

Chapter Summary: Leonard deals with the aftermath of the previous night. He gets teasing from Jim, an STI test from Christine, and guilt as a special present from himself. He also find out through the gossip mill (AKA Jim Kirk) that he wasn't the only one who got lucky on shore leave.

Author’s note: Thank you so much to everyone joining me on this wild ride!

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45899593/chapters/115759018#workskin

The next morning Leonard woke to the sharp chime of his door, rolling over to look at his alarm clock with a groan. He should have been awake almost a half hour ago. They were leaving dock today and he had paperwork to get to. The door chimed again and he briefly considered taking out a phaser and shooting it. He knew exactly who had come to bother him.

“Go away Jim,” He groused, hearing the telltale click that meant Jim was taking no heed and was using his captain’s override to open the door. “God damnit Jim, have some decency.” Jim came striding into the room looking positively chipper, the door sliding shut behind him.

“Oh-ho-ho,” he crowed. “Bonesy, Bonesy, Bonesy. What am I going to do with you?”

It was obviously a rhetorical question but bones couldn’t help but respond with a sharp, “Maybe leave me alone to start with.”

“Now Bones, that wouldn’t be responsible,” Jim demurred. He was enjoying their role reversal a little too much. “I couldn’t find you at the club last night. I only had confirmation you made it back alive when I got back to the enterprise and the computer informed me you were in your quarters. It seems like you got up to much more fun than I did last night disappearing like that. I know you don’t trust me enough on my own to have just left.” Unfortunately Jim had a point. Len would never have left Jim at the club under normal circumstances. In fact, he barely remembered his return to the enterprise. When he couldn’t locate the mysterious man anywhere in the club, all the life had seemed to slump out of him and he somehow made his way back to his quarters on autopilot.

“Now,” Jim continued with too wide a smile, “It’s my job to drag you down to Nurse Chapel to be poked and prodded and declared free of alien STDs. But at least I let you sleep in.”

“How magnanimous of you. Now get out, I don’t have any alien STDs I was with a human.” The words were out of his mouth before he fully realized what he was saying. Jim stopped short.

“Wait, you really did fuck someone last night? Good for you Bones. God, you never do that. She must have been a knockout. Damn shame I didn’t see her first.” Jim was rambling, but he didn’t miss the way Leonard looked down ever so slightly at the word ‘she’. “No, a guy! Bones you haven’t been with a guy since what, college?”

Leonard climbed out of bed and started tugging on a uniform over his boxers and t-shirt - thankfully it seemed he had been present enough the previous night to shower and change before crashing into bed - and Jim now seemed to be registering the lack of Len’s impairment.

“Fuck, you’re not even hung over are you? You did that sober? I’m proud of you man.” Len could tell that the fucker actually meant it. He wasn’t trying to be patronizing. That was fine. Leonard was patronizing himself enough for the both of them. He couldn’t believe that he had actually had anonymous, unprotected sex in a public venue. That was Jim’s schtick. He was done dressing and finally noticed that Jim was carrying a paper bag.

“There’d better be breakfast in there.” He threatened. Jim just smiled back at him, knowing that threats were Len’s way of showing affection.

“Have a sandwich,” Jim replied solicitously. Leonard took the proffered breakfast sandwich wrapped in a napkin and started wolfing it down as he set off down the corridor, Jim trailing hurriedly behind him.

“So who was it, you really have no idea?” Jim wheedled as they entered the blissfully empty turbolift and were ushered towards the med bay.

“None,” Len replied shortly. “Not a member of the crew though.” At least he could rest assured of that. Except he wasn’t sure that he actually wanted to. He had felt such a strong connection to the mystery man of the previous night and as much as he knew it was a good thing that the man wasn’t a member of the crew, a part of him wished that he was, just so he could see him again.

“You’re absolutely sure?” Jim pressed.

“Why? Is there something you’re not telling me?” Len asked, suddenly suspicious.

“No,” Jim shrugged. “Just an idle thought really.” Len decided to leave that for later as he swallowed the last bit of his sandwich and exited the turbolift setting off down the corridor towards med bay. Jim caught up with him again easily and passed him a bottle of water as they approached the sliding doors. He took a few gulps and passed it back with a firm look at his friend.

“You are NOT coming in,” He stated, leaving no room for question, “Get your ass back on the bridge where it belongs and get this tin can in the sky before we’re late for our next mission.”

“Aye-aye boss.” Jim gave him a mock salute. “I can confidently leave you now that I have escorted you down here,” he paused and gave Len a sly look before continuing, “where Nurse chapel is waiting for you.”

“Jim-“ Len started, but Jim cut him off.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t tell her any details, just that she should be expecting you for a checkup and to report directly to me if you failed to make an appearance.” Jim turned and hustled off down the hall. Len just rolled his eyes and entered medbay with a groan at the bright lights. He quickly found Nurse Chapel working on a padd in her office. He stalked into the room, slamming the door behind him.

“Leonard! What has gotten into you?” She jerked her head up to glare at him. “Jim said to expect you, but Christ give a girl some warning.” Poor thing, she had no idea how awkward this was about to become.

“Sorry Christine.” He sat down on the couch and buried his face in his hands.

“You better not be here about a hangover, or I’m going to kick your butt.” When he didn’t respond Christine continued. “Don’t make me lecture you Leonard. Lord knows we get enough of it with this crew.”

“Ineedafuh STI paneh” he let out in a rushed breath into his hands.

“You’re going to have to actually say that to me and not your own epidermis Leonard.” He lifted his head to look woefully up at her.

“I need a full STI panel.” He clipped out through gritted teeth.

“You’re kidding.” She barked out on a sharp, short laugh. It was cut short by the look on his face. “Oh god, Leonard, you’re- you aren’t kidding.” Dawning horror bloomed across her face as she came to the realization. “Oh shit, Leonard, I’m sorry.” She immediately switched into nurse mode and Leonard had never felt quite so grateful for her friendship.

“Don’t worry about it,” Leonard shrugged her off. “Jim’s been enjoying himself at my expense since I woke up. To be fair, I deserve it.”

“I imagine he has been rather enjoying this rare occasion.” She chuckled. “But you don’t deserve anything and I don’t want to hear that again. Should you have been safer, more mindful? Well yes. You of all people know what’s out there. But is it normal and human and not the end of the world? Also yes.” She grabbed a hypo and drew a quick vial of blood. As she inserted it into her tricorder, she turned back to him with a look of friendly care that made Len’s heart give a squeeze. “Do you want to talk about?”

“No.”

“Because this must have been a singular event to make Mr. Safe Sex wind up sitting here.”

“Just an anonymous hook-up at a club on a pleasure planet, nothing more to it. Classic Jim Kirk Special.”

“Ok then.” She conceded and turned back to the tricorder. It beeped gently and she gave a satisfied nod at the read out. “All clear. You will need-”

“To get tested again in two weeks, yeah yeah I know” He cut her off.

“I know you know. Just make sure you actually do it. I will hunt you down Leonard McCoy.”

“I don’t doubt it.” He said before turning serious again. “Thank you Christine, really.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t.” They both chuckled at that and she busied herself transferring the tricorder data into a medical record on a pad.

She saved the file and closed out of it. Before she turned it off, he caught a glimpse at the file she had been working before he interrupted her. Pavel Chekov. Shit, what was the kid in for this time? It seemed like he was in the medbay every other week with broken bones or second degree burns. At the rate he was going, Chekov was going to beat the captain’s record for most lacerations requiring a dermal regenerator in a single year. Len blamed it on his penchant for experimental engineering. That and his penchant for stupid heroics on away missions. The kid was too good for this world. And too attractive to be constantly under Leonard’s nose, but that was beside the point.

“Chekov was in this morning?” He asked, trying to school his voice to a tone of typical doctorly concern. Just because he thought Pavel’s smile could outshine a dwarf star didn’t mean that the rest of the ship needed to know.

“Oh,” She replied absently. “Yes he was. Don’t worry Len, he’s perfectly fine.”

“Why would I be worried?” He asked with a scowl. She just shrugged in response while shooting him a far too innocent expression. Maybe he wasn’t quite as good at hiding his feelings as he liked to think. Fuck.

Leonard met up with Jim later for lunch. What could he say? He was a glutton for punishment and a creature of habit. Jim looked like he was practically bursting at the seams, trying not to bounce in his seat as Leonard joined him at the table in the captain’s mess.

“What is it,” He asked, giving Jim a long suffering look.

“I can’t believe you missed it Bones. I swear, the one time you aren’t on the bridge berating me.”

“What is it?” Len asked again, pulling a bowl of chicken pasta towards himself and digging in.

“Apparently you weren’t the only one who had fun last night! Chekov could barely sit down!”

Leonard froze with his fork hallway to his mouth, not noticing the heap of cheesy noodles that slid off and plopped onto the table with a wet thwack.

“Excuse me!” Leonard…well yiped was really the only description for it. He really would like to say that he didn’t sound more like one of Admiral Archer’s beagles than a human, but that would have been a lie.

“I know right? It sucks having to be all professional.” Jim complained. Leonard had to stop himself from snorting.

“Professional-yeah right! Like this is being professional.” He scoffed.

“Oh come on! I can’t even press him for details!” Jim whined and it really sounded like it was physically paining him.

“You’re damn right," Leonard said, "that would be completely inappropriate.”

“But I want to know! I’m not just his captain, you know, I’m his friend too! But I have to be all mature and just take no for an answer.“ To be fair, Jim really had become good friends with Pavel during the two and a half years since he had become his chief navigator. The entirety of the senior crew had. It was virtually impossible to dislike Pavel Chekov.

“Oh you poor baby.” Len said. He knew first-hand how much Jim hated to be left out of the loop regarding his friends' romantic entanglements, but felt no sympathy for the nosy fucker.

“I really want to know! Chekov has pretty damn high standards. He wouldn’t just be taking it from anybody.”

“Come on Jim don’t be crude.” Leonard knew that this was asking entirely too much of the man. And it wasn’t as if he wasn’t plenty crude himself at times. But he really didn’t want to think about Chekov ‘taking it’ from anyone. ‘Anyone other than yourself’, his subconscious supplied unhelpfully. No, that wasn’t entirely true. He didn’t want Pavel Chekov to ‘take it’ from him. Len wanted to worship the younger man until he couldn’t remember his own fucking name. But he was possibly feeling just a little bit guilty about how roughly he had fucked the stranger from the night before. If the young man happened to have dark blonde curls and a similarly delectable ass…well that was neither here, nor there.

The similarities really were striking. Leonard might have actually worried that the mystery man WAS Pavel, but he knew that it wasn’t remotely possible for one very simple reason. He may not have been able to make out much about the other man’s features beneath his mostly full mask, but Leonard’s own features were barely obscured by the small piece of leather that he had been wearing. Anyone from the enterprise would have known exactly who he was and there was NO way that Pavel Chekov would knowingly want to fuck him. If there had been any doubt in his mind, he wouldn’t have let it happen in the first place regardless of his own desires. Or at least he wanted to believe that he wouldn’t have. No, he definitely would not have. He was a superior officer and it would be entirely inappropriate. Of course he wasn’t actually in Pavel’s direct line of command, and therefore there were no actual regulations against it…but he was still far too old for the kid.

“You know what I mean Bones.” Jim said, drawing Len’s attention from his inward musings.

“Unfortunately I do. Jim. Unfortunately, I do.”

[noxperditus]

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* BASICS

NAME. Bonesy AGE. 27 PRONOUNS. whatever you feel like. most people end up using he SEXUALITY. ace ZODIAC SIGN.  libra TAKEN OR SINGLE. poly THREE FACTS. I am very new to Voltron. I only just binged watched the series about a week ago. I have played the Mass Effect trilogy all the way through 15 times. Mordin is my favourite character, and his statue is on my desk.

I have two elderly dogs, a bird, and a rabbit. All were rescues in one way or another.

* EXPERIENCE

PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED. My first ever rp experience was in a YYH chatroom called Maze Castle Chat. That shut down and I mostly did private one-on-one rps for a while, then went back to forums again. Tumblr came soon after. BEST EXPERIENCE.  Oh man, definitely the year I spent playing Stan Pines. I met a ton of good friends through that blog - my Yondu blog comes in very close second. I need to get Yondu up and running again.

* MUSE PREFERENCE

FEMALE OR MALE. I tend to gravitate toward male, male-coded, or sometimes NB muses. Yondu, Zarkon, Stan Pines, Gaster, Beetlejuice, Mordin, Starscream... LEAST FAVOURITE FACE(S). mine probably?? what is this question

* WRITING PREFERENCE

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT. out of those three....I’m an angst hound, yeah. LONG OR SHORT REPLIES. Long. I ramble way too much in my replies.

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Alright archived toonami ringtones (?), no need to get sexy up in here

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Moltar would enjoy the song I’m Sexy and I know it