#paramounticebound

[vuulpecula]

Is there anyone you've met in the rpc who has made a positive impact on you?

marvelous munday meme

a lot of people that i interact with in the rpc fall into that category and i feel so lucky to have not only had the pleasure of writing with them, but getting to know them outside of the rpc too. but there is someone who i IMMEDIATELY thought of who has been and continues to be one of the most positive impacts in my life.

@paramounticebound / @deficd <3

lee & i have been writing together for...honestly, I'm not even sure. nearly as long as i've had this blog and its almost 13 ( !!! ). i can safely say fox would not be the character she is today without lee's impact and neither would i. when good things happen in my life, when bad things happen in my life, when completely mundane things happen in my life, its lee who i reach out to ( seriously i have sent snaps from inside bookstores or, i think, a thrift shop once because something reminded me of them ). lee is someone who is endlessly encouraging, who never tells me that my ideas are too wild ( and who share's their own "wild" ideas with me, which makes me feel so privileged to know the ideas brewing in their head ), not to mention who indulges every single one of my au or new fandom ideas/plots ( and gives more of their own--seriously i have been INHALING the fallen gods series by hannah kaner because of lee ). lee was someone in the beginning of my rpc journey who made me feel seen, made me feel not so alone, and someone who has moved past being just another rp partner and into my best friend.

more than that, lee is my favorite writer, author, and word-smith. they're someone who makes me strive for better, who makes my love of writing come alive, which i think, as writers, we all have or hope for someone who does that for us. lee is my someone. my gratitude for them is endless, my love for them is limitless. being able to write together is one of my greatest joys, but getting to know them, to have them in my life, that is the highest honor !

so yes, not to get too mushy--because i could go on and on when it comes to lee, but they are the person who sticks out to me the most when i think of who has had a positive impact on my life. <3

thank you for sending !

[therapardalis]

[Serenade Meme from @paramounticebound for Witcher verse.]

🎵 (( to serenade Thera in Witcher verse. might be too much ale involved )) ------------

Thera had heard, now and then on the grapevine, that Witchers and Bards sometimes got along. Or rather, she'd heard it about one specific Bard and one specific Witcher, who she was absolutely certain was not Khan.

She was also pretty sure that none of the cheerful tavern players was that Bard. Which all in all gave rise to a look and a raised brow when she turned from the bar to see him deep in conversation with said players, gesturing in the slightly more open way he did after a little bit to drink. Granted it took more to get Khan in his cups than the average fellow, but he'd been well underway before she even arrived and Thera had no idea just how much he'd had before then. Just as she had no idea what he was up to now.

Both those questions were about to be answered, however, as the musicians set themselves up and began to play a ... faintly familiar tune. And then, a voice ...

"The 'fairer' sex they often call it, But her love's as unfair as a crook ... "

Thera almost choked on her ale.

[noblehcart]

"Gotcha" (to catch my stumbling muse before they hit the ground.) -- for liesel!

@paramounticebound

"we just have to take it day by day." she whispered gently, focusing on her companion as they walked through marble halls.

because now she and a handful of other humans in this building were amongst a dwindling race that faced near complete extinction with the last war. starfleet was gone. the augments had returned with their prince now king. humans had little place or position in this society now and while she wasn't grateful- she was aware how lucky she was to even work here. hope however for her kind was little and grim. however she tried to keep her fellow human workers from falling into utter dismay and despair despite how she struggled with it herself.

everyone had been scarred with loss. starfleet. families. friends. her parents had been killed in a citywide assault. her brother, stefan, died in the war. she didn't know how or why it is that she managed to survive, but she was one of the few who saw the conclusion of the war.

and it was not a happy ending.

when she stumbled in the midst of turning slightly to talk to her friend she was sure that her ending wouldn't be a good one either. because as she turned to whisper reassurance, that she didn't have for herself, she tripped over her feet, shoulder brushing against someone passing by. instinctively she tried to right herself when steel grasped her arm and pulled her upright as gasp of fright echoed. grateful for having not fallen on her face and broken anything, jade eyes looked up to thank her rescuer when ice poured through blue veins at who it was.

he shouldn't have been in these halls.

it was mostly reserved for servants and workers. distance between the lesser beings and the augments so why would she think that she'd ever find herself standing before the augment prince himself. the unmaker of her world and re-shaper of the universe in his pursuit of conquest. a thousand apologies wanted to spill forward and yet she couldn't loosen the feeling of invisible hands clasped tightly around her throat preventing a sound from escaping. sheer sense of perseverance had her at least stepping back, head down, eyes averted and waited for what she could only imagine would be some kind of punishment .

[deficd]

slips another 🎶 for khanrey because i miss them too

SEND ME 🎶 AND I'LL ARRANGE A PLAYLIST OF 3-5 SONGS FOR OUR MUSES' RELATIONSHIP ! || @godresembled || always accepting.

Stay With Me by Celldweller :')

Crawl by cloudyfield

Waking Up Beside You by Stabbing Westward

Closer by Kings of Leon

Rule #8 - Otherside by Fish In a Birdcage

[jundlcndwastes]

📜 juni and khan -- paramounticebound <3

📜 INCORRECT QUOTES GENERATOR for @paramounticebound

[krasnayavedma]

nine people i'd like to get to know better

last song i listened to: dance with the dragon by dark sarah

currently watching: x-men '97. i have a lot of feelings about it lol, especially with magneto and gambit. please send help.

spicy/savory/sweet: spicy

relationship status: single

current obsession(s): i've kinda been riding the x-men train as of late because of x-men '97 so......... that's happening lol (and the fact that deadpool & wolverine is coming out soon isn't helping lmao). the show is also making me get more into the lehnsherr-maximoff family dynamic, and it makes me cry. lowkey, wanda needs her dad. aside from that, my obsession with the phantom of the opera is starting to reemerge lol

tagged by: @paramounticebound ! thank you ! <3

tagging: @redheadarcher ; @inmutant ; @magneticrage ; @magnusmodig ; @coogars ; @vuulpecula ; and whoever sees this and wants to do it ! STEAL IT AND TAG ME !

[petitsdieu]

sc 𝑓𝑡. @paramounticebound

❛ I can bear this no longer. You pierce my soul. I'm half agony, half hope. Unjust I may have been. Weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. ❜

[justxcountrydoctor]

📂

Leonard collects pairs of cowboy boots, and he has a different pair for everyday of the week. They're the only things that his wife didn't take from him in the divorce.

[chaosfindsaway]

@paramounticebound said ' you make that choice sound so easy. ' (( for dred! ))

Dred glanced back behind them. Trees swayed back and forth. If he hadn't known any better, he'd say a storm was coming, but he recognized the sound of an Apex coming when he heard it. Turning his attention back to Khan, he furrowed both his brows.

"I'd say it's a pretty easy choice to make considering the alternative," Dred practically hissed, taking a step closer to the edge of the cliff. Below, crystal blue water pounded down into a small lake from the waterfall above. He wouldn't jump, though. Not until Khan did. "Now jump before you get us both eaten!"

[meaningful-negativity]

@paramounticebound asked [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding (( for jim! ))

Jim had been in a barfight on the planet below and when he was beamed up he saw Khan standing there in the transporter room and he chuckles as the man walks across the room to look at his likely broken nose. His nose had bled like a stuck pig as Bones would say, in fact, where was Bones? "Khan, why are you looking at my nose. it's broken, that's not that interesting."

[vuulpecula]

✖ @paramounticebound inquired forever ago: ♀ about vitaly tho

askbox clear out | 2025 ↳ send a symbol & i will write a drabble about my muse from the point of view of... ↳ ♀ MY MUSES MOTHER. ( about vitaly ). 

Alexei's shadow; that is how she came to know him. In the days before, when Kyla was still squirming in her arms, Nessa had barely noticed him. Too captivated by her husband--now she was merely trapped in his orbit--to notice any others. It was his politeness, the quiet way he would sit and listen to Alexei after dinner was had. Only adding his comments to gently dissuade the grandiose ideas when his friend truly began to slide into the realm of the impossible, that had Nessa appreciating him more than any of her husband's other business partners. He never complained about her cooking, demanding she make more Russian dishes. He sided with her in arguments when she asked Alexei for a new dress or jewels and with Vitaly on her side, she could get whatever she wanted. Almost.

Nessa knew that he too, was a violent man, but he did not carry it the way that Alexei did. Rooted deep, always carrying the hint of blood on his breath. Vitaly's had a weightlessness to it. As if the darkness around him was merely a cloud, one that could be pushed away by the right person, the right woman. In truth, she had never seen his violence just as she hadn't really seen Alexei's ( aside from the time he beat a man on the brink of death on the sidewalk, but the stranger had been harassing her, and at the time, Nessa had delighted in the show of what, she deemed to be, a protective nature. She still had one of the other man's teeth tucked somewhere between the fine jewelry and silk handkerchiefs ). Nessa did not understand or want to understand that the man always at her husband's side was capable of just as much violence. One word from Alexei and he would do whatever he was asked. Even if it included pulling Kyla from her arms and ending a bloodline before it had a chance to grow. How could she understand this? To Nessa, they were both ruled beneath Alexei's whims, but she always had the power to say no. She always had a choice--or she thought she did. In the days before, there had been no choices thrust upon her that she did not already agree with or was willing to compromise for. In the days before, her husband was still mostly himself, not deluded and whispering, always whispering. Accusing Vitaly of the infidelities he was guilty of. Not suspicious and on edge, moving them to squalor, hiding knives in places even the children could reach.

In that house--it was not a house, but an apartment whose residents all worked for Alexei or were, at least paid by him--Vitaly came to her again. Quiet, giving her books of poetry to read to him while he fixed the leaky faucet beneath the sink or the lock on the community bathroom, so she'd stop getting walked in on by the well-meaning, elderly woman who shared their hall. He did everything that Alexei refused to, and Alexei allowed her to believe that. The truth was, that he had sent his most trusted man into the vipers nest of his home to do all the things he did not feel like doing while being hissed at by his ever, unhappy wife ( books of poetry not included ).

Nessa saw within Vitaly the man she should've married. The one who would have given her everything she ever wanted. Unaware that her husband knew, had always known, and always gave his wife what she wanted. Vitaly included. Yet, Vitaly did have a choice in it and he chose not to leave his wife and Alexei respected it.  

[therapardalis]

[Spill the Tea Meme from @paramounticebound.]

What kind of music do you listen to, if any? ------------

"Oh now, that's what they call a 'time-sensitive' question!"

'Time-sensitive' in this case means ... 2,000 years, plus a few decades, and there have been so may different kinds marching through. She was there for the scandals of the centuries, from tribal drums to genius composers, sea shantys, Jazz, Blues, Rock'n'Roll ...

"But as for right now ..." A wrinkle of her nose, because it's hard to pin down, "Depends on the day, the time, my mood ... I'm fond of Classic Rock, mostly 70s and 80s ... some country. I have playlists for different activities, like driving, doing housework or working out. Plus a few favourites, like 'I've No More Fucks to Give' by Thomas Benjamin Wild ..."

[This is answering for her Main!Verse, obviously, but could also apply in part to Trek - not sure what I'd say about her Star Wars verse, because let's face it, 'Jizz music' is one of the most unfortunate naming ideas George Lucas ever had ... ]

[noblehcart]

@paramounticebound ( rookheeya & khan )

" Why have you stayed the execution ? "

The question asked evenly from the bound captive now held within what appeared to be personal tent. Her mouth dry at the potential implications but she refrained from saying as much. A captured general was never captured for long as death often followed swiftly after- and so she had to assume thus far it had been held back due to her other status once it had been revealed that his opponent held it.

A woman. Women were less likely killed and rather enslaved, but she knew Spartans were less likely to do so in the event that said 'woman' was the enemy's leading general. It couldn't spread that a Spartan had been defeated by a Persian female general. It went against everything. So why was she still alive?

Jaw remained locked tightly as she stared up at him unflinchingly. There was no way he could've figured her true identity. Sister to the Persian King. So then why? Unless, he had somehow managed to uncover it and then she knew that the honorable death she should've been given as a general would be stripped away from her in enslavement. Given it wouldn't be for long as would plan an escape or plan for her death- or have both.

One was more likely than the other.

Her wrists burned against the scraping threads of the rope that kept her bound and in place to the tent pole serving as the support for the shelter. She was sure the wetness she felt seeping between her fingers was blood, but then again she had shed more than that before on the training fields. Now she just wondered how much of her blood would spill in here, how much of his and whether or now she'd find a way to incinerate the rest of the Spartan encampment.

Dark eyes narrowed on the muscular frame of the other. "Spartans are not in the habit of keeping enemy generals alive. And Persians do not bargain for hostages. This is a waste."

[godresembled]

@paramounticebound asked ❝ i do not need anyone else.  i just…you.  you are all i need. ❞

Before Khan she would have said she didn't need anybody with a conviction born of a lifetime's proof. Somewhere in the time since she'd met him things had changed, shifted, until his place in her life wasn't so much accommodated as required.

Maybe she could live without him, but she had no desire to prove it, to herself or him or anyone else.

Instead she edged closer, the already miniscule space between them vanishing until she could slip her arms around his middle, tilting her head back to look up at him. She had never known home until him, and now she could never seem to stop seeking out physical contact. However small their touch, it felt like an anchor.

"I only need you too," she said, so, so quietly that Fate wouldn't overhear and decide that she needed further proof that she could survive on her own. The moment was too heavy, begging that same Fate to turn her eyes on them. It made her nervous, her arms flexing slightly around him before she stepped back, hands curling around his as she went.

"You're the worst thing that could've happened to me." But it's pure affection, not quite so fearful of Fate hearing that, her hands tightening around his.

[general-kalani]

"Librarian!" + 32 (( for Minerva! ))

{ Prompt from here! }

"You know sometimes you can get a picture of the old world through books..."

There's a small smile, opening up a page.

"Like it says here, this... Tank. The hull of it being of an all-welded construction, and whatever a 'turret' is, is cast with the top and then welded into position. I mean thankfully there's pictures in this book as well but it's overall so weird."

Closing the book, the cover read;

AN ILLUSTRATED GUIDE TO WEAPONS OF THE MODERN SOVIET GROUND FORCES Major Equipment of Today's Red Army

"I apologise however, I'm sure you're not here to listen to tales of the old world and whatever manages to survive of it... So, what brings you here to meet with me specifically?"

[kylo-wrecked]

virgo: are you very critical of your own writing? how much do you find yourself editing (either during the writing or after the fact)?

{ from this meme }

Yes, I'm an avid self-editor. When I'm in the thick of a project, I speed edit while I write and revise after I write. Sometimes, I start editing before I even sit down to write.

Rp writing is free-fall writing, but tbh, if I see a sentence I don't like, I will nix it or fix it after the fact.* Like I just did here. *airhorn sounds*

The bashing method has not been working for me lately, LOL. At All. And I can't commit to any project right now. But! In the meantime, I've pushed myself in the opposite direction, of Just Getting It Down, to surprising and delightful results.

@paramounticebound