( picture prompt meme )

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the picture prompt meme I — Comment with your character. II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...) III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture. IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please. V — Be aware that this meme will be image-heavy. Link to an image: <a href=IMAGEURL>TEXT</a> Embed image in your reply: <img src=IMAGEURL> Image width and height: <img src=IMAGEURL width=500> OR <img src=IMAGEURL height=INSERT>

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jim kirk ( star trek aos )

[uncurbed]

[conscire]

yo

[fencing]

→ one. two. three.

ayyyy.

[uncurbed]

( there are very few times in which the captain of the enterprise is allowed to sleep in, much less have a full day off when they're in the very middle of their five-year mission among uncharted space. there are lulls in activity, sure, but everyone has their duties aboard the ship, and jim himself tends to have one of the heaviest workloads, which means the heaviest weight on his shoulders, a constant reminder that not only does he have the ship to care for, but its crew.

( as if he could forget such a thing, married to his job as he is, concerned for each and every life within the hull that surrounds them all, keeps them locked away from the frigidity of space. )

but this morning in particular, the lights in his cabin stay low even after his usual wake-up time, and he finds himself in the careful lull before sleep and fully waking, wrapped in the warmth and tentative softness of the sheets laid over him, his periphery slowly coming more into focus as the sounds of the ship get a bit louder. his eyes slit open and he finds a cup sitting at its edge, sat there barely long enough to cool enough to drink, the scent of it reaching his nose and informing him of the fact that a certain fencing botany-expert had recently been inside and hadn't stuck around long enough to see him awake.

he pulls himself up into a sitting position, swings his legs over the side of the bed to rest his feet flat on the floor, reaches for the cup and takes a deep pull from it, the combination of a couple of different tea leaves a sure indication that sulu had blended this himself. it isn't quite sharp, just a little bold – a thought which makes the captain laugh to himself, just a little, for how transparent the gesture is – and then he's finally pulling himself up and out of bed, intent on finding the other where he's sure only he would be at this time of the morning.

which would be tending his plants, his succulents and perennials, the vibrant colors all around him striking as almost blinding when jim steps inside, cup still in hand, sipping from it like he belongs nowhere else on the ship in that moment. he steps in close, not enough to interrupt the careful pruning the other has going, but enough that he doesn't have to raise his voice too much to be heard, especially given the softness in it, the affection. )

You didn't even wait for me to wake up. I think I'm insulted.