The King's Men - Chapter Seventeen (19)
Day: Friday, April 26th / 27th*
Time: 3:38 AM EST
Andrew crosses the room to stand at Neil's side and catches Kevin's chin in his hand. He turns Kevin's head to inspect the new ink. "He is going to be furious."
"Fuck him," Kevin says, sliding a little further down the door. "Fuck all of them. Waste of time to be angry. They should be afraid."
"Hell hath no fury," Andrew says.
Art used with permission by Emry-Stars-Art. Thank you @emry-stars-art!
*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.
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I FINALLY had the chance to put up (like. Maybe half of) my collection of @capcavan 's art and I cannot wait for the rest of his art to bless my walls, I just wish I had more walls 😭😭😭
Yes Niel is my husband but honestly I was this feral about his art before we even spoke so. There.
Also featuring a commission I got from @emry-stars-art ❤️
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Fun fact! I actually turned these in to my art teacher because one of our assignments was to do something artistic every single day! This included painting mugs, drawing pictures, and creating collages on our walls at home...
Merlin with a beard had a GRIP on me back when I made these (a year or two ago I believe?)
Curly hair also has had a grip on me :)
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And now PART 2 (TWO) of my OC redesign poll 🎉
Once again from this list. Please choose who you would want to get a redesign first. Maybe based off of general aesthetic or appearance…maybe based off of the Vibes…maybe there’s a character that just SPEAKS to you. Whatever floats your boat. And for funsies, let me know in the tags who you picked and why! ;)
ALSO if you haven’t participated in the first poll you should 👀 You get to look at MORE of my old OCs and decide who gets a makeover. How exciting!!
I’m thinking I’ll either do a final poll to decide the grand winner or just take the winners from both polls and redesign them together. Not sure yet we shall see lol
Okay here they are!
Sirion / Varin / Taku
Albion / Ikaia
Emrys / Lacie
THANK YOU ALL AGAIN MWAH 🥰
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He’s supposed to report to Commander Sisko’s office. To greet his new CO. To get his first assignment. To make a good impression.
Unfortunately, his parasympathetic nervous system seems to have other plans.
The shuttle ride to Deep Space Nine — once a Cardassian command outpost called Terok Nor, now owned by the Bajorans and operated in tandem with Starfleet — was largely uneventful, in most senses of the word. They weren’t attacked, no one was taken control of by a mysterious virus, and none of the systems malfunctioned. He had even made a friend on the journey.
At least, he thinks he did. But it’s hard to tell with his stomach roiling this much.
There isn’t much he can do for the feeling. It’s an autonomic response. Anxiety, stress, elevated cortisol, nausea. It’s not new. But it hasn’t been this bad since Captain Picard, Beverly, and Geordi were fighting for his right to seek asylum in a place where he could feel safe. It’s like he’s fifteen again, his head spinning with overwhelm and his digestive tract fighting anything not supplied by his nutrient synthesizer. Except now he eats regularly, and the feeling is crawling up his throat like an insect, making him gag.
His stress distracted him from downloading a map of the station, but miraculously, he manages to find a bathroom. He doesn’t realize which one he’s in until a humanoid woman (Trill, Starfleet science uniform, early thirties—) quietly opens the door and sits a little ways away from him.
“First day, huh?”
He lets out a shaky breath, gripping the rim of the toilet. “Y-yes, sir.”
“What’s your name?”
“Thir—” He stops himself. Shuts his eyes tight and shakes his head. Not Third of Five. He hasn’t been Third of Five for a long time. He spits chyme. “…Hugh.” Stars, his voice is small. “My name is Hugh.”
(Counselor Troi told him that was a more natural way to introduce himself than “I am Hugh.” He wants to sound natural. Human. Even though he isn’t; not really. Not fully. He never will be. He’ll never completely human, and to pretend otherwise is foolish, and he was wrong to come here and he never should have left the Enterprise and he misses Geordi and—)
“Oh, yeah. I heard you were gonna be transferring here. You’ve been working under Doctor Crusher, right? On the Enterprise?”
Hugh manages to look up, and she’s smiling at him so easily, like he was never part of anything horrible. Like he was never dangerous at all. Like he might not be still. Even with dark hair and spots down the sides of her face, she reminds him of Beverly. Even with pale skin and blue eyes, she reminds him of Geordi.
“…Yes.”
“I’m Jadzia Dax.” She offers him her hand. He shakes it, all too aware of the fact that his biosynthetic hand doesn’t sweat, but is almost always clammy. “It’s nice to meet you, Hugh.”
He manages a little smile, even though he’s still shaking. “It’s nice to meet you too, Jadzia Dax.”
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The King's Men - Chapter Seventeen (19)
Day: Friday, April 26th / 27th*
Time: 3:34 AM EST
"You did it," Neil says, too stunned to manage anything else.
"Let Riko be King," Kevin says, with the exaggerated enunciation of the thoroughly sloshed. "Most coveted, most protected. He'll sacrifice every piece he has to protect his throne. Whatever. Me?" Kevin gestures again, meaning to indicate himself but too drunk to get his hand higher than his waist. "I'm going to be the deadliest piece on the board."
"Queen," Andrew says somewhere behind Neil. Neil hadn't heard him get out of bed, but of course the bang of the door would have woken him. A sober Andrew is as light a sleeper as Neil was, maybe moreso because Andrew was used to unfriendly people sneaking into his room. Neil looks back at him, but Andrew is studying Kevin.
Art used with permission by Emry-Stars-Art. Thank you @emry-stars-art!
*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.
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