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a controversial statement ( maybe? ) but robin curtis was a better saavik than kristie alley. i don’t know what to say - i feel what i feel 🤷‍♀️🖖

⸻ 𝐻𝐴𝐼𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐹𝑅𝐸𝑄𝑈𝐸𝑁𝐶𝐼𝐸𝑆 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑁.

𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 ／ 𝘰𝘤 ＆ 𝘥𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺 ／ 𝘢𝘶 ＆ 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 ／ 21+

i'm sorry that i doubted you.

— 𝑇𝐻𝐸  𝑇𝐼𝑀𝐸  𝐹𝑂𝑅  𝐴𝑁  𝐴𝑃𝑂𝐿𝑂𝐺𝑌  had  long  since  passed,  because  as  it  were  they  had  been  stranded  on  a  planet  that  while  hospitable  to  an  atmosphere  of  breathable  oxygen,  it  had  been  an  arid  desert  planet,  long  since  abandoned  by  its  ancient  occupants.  Uhura  had  vehemently  cautioned  the  Captain  on  the  grossly  underestimated  cunning  of  the  Ferengi  -  extending  to  an  incredible  aptitude  of  disguising  that  very  fact.  Though  an  alien  race  still  new  and  not  yet  a  part  of  the  Federation.  In  summation;  it  was  very  easy  to  be  charmed  and  swayed  by  said  cunning. And  presently  was  a  cunning  they  were  both  paying  the  price  of  as  they  walked  on  for  another  long,  scorching  mile. 

The  shuttle they had been piloting  was  taken  in by  a  deep  space  salvage  ship  when  it  locked  their  shuttlecraft  in it’s  tractor  beam. This ship itself was a  massively  large  vessel  that  belonged  to  an  alien  race  known  as  the  Drookmani.  A  scavenger  race  whose  whole  lineages  of  families  operated  together  on  ancient  and  gargantuan  ships,  sweeping  the  quadrant  for  whatever  they  could  lay  claim  to  over.  Drookmani  were  also  brutal  and  aggressive  in  nature,  and  per  their  cultural  and  social  structures  that  were  vaguely  similar  to  Klingons.  Their  escape  had  been  made  possible  through  the  cooperative  efforts  of  herself,  Kirk,  and  two  Ferengi  tradesmen  who  had  been  in  their  similar  situation.  This  help  came  on  the  contingency  they  would  be  allowed  to  take  ownership  of  the    entire  Drookmani  salvage  ship.  A  contingency  Uhura  snuffed  out  by  jumping  into  regulations  regarding  the  amount  of  Starfleet  cargo  and  ship  salvage  the  Drookmani  had  obtained.  Nyota  further  moved  on  to  cite  that  the  ship  itself  proved  vital  to  their  way  of  life,  and  as  a  result  would  not  be  permitted  to  assume  control  of  the  ship.  However,  in  an  act  of  good  faith,  Jim  offered  the  Ferengi  their  own  shuttle  once  they  returned  safely  to  the  Enterprise,  it  was  Starfleet  grade  and  Uhura  added  on  to  he  Captain’s  more  than  generous  offer  the  estimated  amount  of  gold  latinum  they  could  get  on  the  Romulan  blackmarket  for  Federation  craft.  Normally  this  isn’t  something  she  would  just  offer,  but  being  two  shrewd  salesmen  known  for  their  dealings  in  the  Romulan  blackmarket  trade,  she  simply  just  cut  to  the  point  of  what  the  both  of  them  were  thinking. Conversely,  Uhura  mentally  estimated  how  much  gold  latinum  everything  on  this  Drookmani  ship  would  be  worth,  and  she  knew  the  Ferengi  had  done  just  the  same.  The  Lieutenant  also  knew,  with  absolute  certainty,  a  more  precise  calculation  than  her  own. The  only  thing  they  could  have  offered  more  valuable  would  have  been  the  Enterprise  herself.  And so naturally it rang painfully false to the shrewd linguist as they put on a deeply appreciative and reverent show for she and Jim. There  was  nothing  about  that  she  trusted  and  insisted  to  him  that  he  not  trust  their  complacency. If  looks  could  kill  the  skin  would  have  melted  from  Jim  Kirk’s  whole  body  with  the  razors  that  dripped  from  his  Lieutenant’s  glaring  eyes  as  both  Ferengi  marched  Uhura  and  the  Captain,  at  phase  point  [  their  own  phasers  ]  into  escape  pods  that  would  maroon  them  on  this  fucking  godforsaken  planet:  It  was  a  one-hundred  and  twenty  miles  to  a  deep  space  outpost  and  the  only  company  she  had  was  the  one  person  whom  she  wanted  to  suffocate  by  holding  his  face  into  the  sand  until  he  stopped  moving. 

To  regulate  this  stabbing  agitation  Nyota  walked  about  twenty  paces  in  front  of  Jim.  The  short  leather  jacket  she  had  worn  for  their  original  mission  to  a  First  Contact  planet,  was  wrapped  around  her  waist,  the  sleeves  of  her  shirt  rippled  to  fashion  a  scarf  over  her  head  to  assuage  the  heat  to  some  degree.  A  heat  that  was  making  James  T.  Kirk’s  too-little-too-late  apology  to be taken seriously. 

“ Well  Captain,  that  might  be  useful  if  apologies  were  water.  Or  if  apologies  were  a  means  to  travel  back  in  time  to  the  SEVERAL  times  I  explained  why  we  shouldn’t  trust  them,  why  we  shouldn't  allow  them  phasers  –  it’s  as  though  you  entirely  deleted  the  fact  I  spent  our  last  shore  leave  at  the  Academy  taking  Doctor  Pheaser’s  course  on  Ferengi  Dialects  in  tandem  with  Alegheri’s  night  course  on  Ferengi  known  history  and  culture  –  you  signed  my  entry  request,  Jim! ”  The  shrillness  that  came  from  the  edges  of  her  blooming  anger  hung  at  the  back  of  her  throat,  stopping  now  and  turning  to  face  Kirk. “You  know  –  an  alien  race  in  which  we’re  trying  to  induct  into  the  Federation,  but  why  as  Captain  of  the  fucking  flagship  should  you  either  have  to  know  any  of  that  or  trust  the  person  appointed  to  know  EXACTLY  THAT should you be bothered with such pedantic things, right?”  Hands  that  were  thrust  onto  her  hips  now  hung  as  limp  arms  at  her  sides.  Uhura’s  head  tipped  back. She  took  in  a  deep  and  even  breath,  understanding  that  shouting  at  her  Captain  was  never  a  good  idea  and  not  representative  of  how  she  liked  to  conduct  herself  no  matter  Jim’s  flagrant  disregard  to  codes  of  conduct.

“𝐴𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑒𝑠,  𝐶𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛.” 

She  wasn’t.  They  both  knew  that.

𝙃𝙚𝙮 , 𝙀𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙧𝙨 !

𝖨’𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒，𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 food 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈w, 𝖨’𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖨 𝗈𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 ．．．

𝑨 𝑫 𝑽 𝑬 𝑵 𝑻 𝑼 𝑹 𝑬 𝑻 𝑰 𝑴 𝑬 !

If you’re just seeing this or recently just started following me HERE is the post for the adventure call. Were you feeling like maybe 𝑄 needs to put your muse to the ultimate test or that it’s about time your muse had some trouble with goddamn tribbles? Go ahead and like that post and I can either throw you a random adventure or you’re more than welcome to jump right into my DMs to plot something totally different!

I’m going to do my very best to write the starters in the order the adventure call was liked, and hopefully can get two or so out tonight and trickle the rest out over this coming week. If you feel like you’ve been waiting a long time and aren’t sure if I remembered you or not - please don’t be shy! Hop in my DMs and drop me a line!

— until then . . .

. . . stay curious, explorers !

OK MY TREKKIE DEARHEARTS : who wants to really be slutty and do some real hot girl shit with me?

what does that entail you ask ?

WELL MY FRIEND - what say you to getting our tiddies out for a real, live, bonafide —

adventure thread ?

marooned on a barrren planet?

covert away mission?

a holodeck catastrophe episode?

something i haven’t even dreamt of?

can’t think of a plot but still want to?

n e v e r f e a r !

plotting is my favorite tune dialed up until the knob snaps off; i can build us a unique and interactive plot to get started!

shipping is fantastic, but y’all i am literally sending out a call to adventure!

we’re SPACE EXPLORERS ( well writing muses who are / adjacent to lolol ) boldly fucking around and finding out! your muse doesn’t need to be a star trek muse, you just need to have a willingness to want to go on a space adventure - can just be a one off or a plot we turn into a bigger story arch

so what do you say hot guys, gals, and non-binary pals — wanna murk a couple of npc red shirts with me?

then hit that heart ❤︎︎

( i’ll send an adventure starter. don’t be shy sliding into my dms to plot specifics & multis specify muse ! )

stay hydrated & stay classy, rpc 🖖

Pluto in Colorized Infrared NASA

hozier lyrics, hozier (expanded edition)

❛  i should've worshipped them sooner. ❜

❛  we were born sick. ❜

❛  the only heaven i'll be sent to is when i'm alone with you. ❜

❛  i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. ❜

❛  good god, let me give you my life. ❜

❛  there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin. ❜

❛  it's toying somewhere between love and abuse. ❜

❛  no more alone or myself i could be. ❜

❛  [i/you] lurched like a stray to the arms that were open. ❜

❛  i lay my heart down with the rest at [your/their] feet. ❜

❛  i wonder if it's better now having survived. ❜

❛  i'm so tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes. ❜

❛  no better version of me i could pretend to be tonight. ❜

❛  [they/you] found me just in time. ❜

❛  cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done, i need to be youthfully felt cause i never felt young. ❜

❛  it'd be great to find a place we could escape sometimes. ❜

❛  we tried the world and it wasn't for us. ❜

❛  you knew who i was with every step that i ran to you. ❜

❛  would things be easier if there was a right way? ❜

❛  honey, there is no right way. ❜

❛  i fall in love just a little bit every day with someone new. ❜

❛  there's an art to life's distractions. ❜

❛  love with every stranger, the stranger the better. ❜

❛  all i've ever done is hide. ❜

❛  when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes, i feel ike a person for a moment of my life. ❜

❛  but you don't know what the hell you put me through. ❜

❛  it feels good to be alone with you. ❜

❛  there are questions i can't ask. ❜

❛  now, at last, the worst is over. ❜

❛  i know that you hate this place. ❜

❛  there's something tragic about you, something so magic about you, don't you agree? ❜

❛  there's something lonesome about you, something so wholesome about you. ❜

❛  innocence died screaming. ask me, i should know. ❜

❛  there's something broken about this but i might be hoping about this. ❜

❛  we'll lay here for years or for hours, your hand in my hand. so still and discreet. ❜

❛  i'd be home with you. ❜

❛  any way to distract and sedate. ❜

❛  i'm somewhere outside my life. i keep scratching but somehow i can't get in. ❜

❛  don't you stand there watching me, won't you? ❜

❛  don't you join in, you're supposed to drag me away from it. ❜

❛  i'm so full of love, i could barely eat. ❜

❛  [they/you] are sweet as can be. [they/you] give me toothaches just from kissing me. ❜

❛  no grave can hold my body down, i'll crawl home to [them/you]. ❜

❛  you never asked me once about the wrong i did. ❜

❛  [you/they] would never fret none about what my hands and my body done. ❜

❛  if the lord don't forgive me, i'd still have you and you would have me. ❜

❛  why were you digging? what did you bury? ❜

❛  i will not ask you where you came from. i will not ask and neither should you. ❜

❛  just put your sweet lips on my lips. we should just kiss like real people do. ❜

❛  i know that look, eyes always seeking. ❜

❛  i will not ask you why you were creeping. in some sad way, i already know. ❜

❛  you know better than to smile at me like that. ❜

❛  i know who i am when i'm alone. ❜

❛  you don't understand. you should never know how easy you are to need. ❜

❛  don't let me in with no intention to keep me. ❜

❛  it can't be unlearned. i've known the warmth of your doorways. ❜

❛  i'll find my way back to you. ❜

❛  my heart is heavy with the hate of some other man's beliefs. ❜

❛  screaming the name of a foreigner's good is the purest expression of grief. ❜

❛  i feel no control of my body. i feel no safety in [your/their] arms. ❜

❛  all that i've been taught and every word i've got is foreign to me. ❜

❛  it looks ugly but it's clean. ❜

❛  your fight and fury is fiery. ❜

❛  it's worth it, it's divine. i have this some of the time. ❜

❛  you called my name til the fever broke. ❜

❛  i heard a scream in the woods somewhere. ❜

❛  i turned and ran to save a life i didn't have. ❜

❛  i need you to run to me. run to me! ❜

❛  when i was a child, i heard voices. some would sing and some would scream. ❜

❛  don't you ever tame your demons but always keep them on a leash. ❜

❛  you've done me wrong for a long, long time. ❜

❛  after all you've done, i never changed my mind. ❜

❛  please, try to love me. ❜

❛  my love will never die. ❜

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

"The Lady in Red" l Betul Turksoy

𝘋𝘖 𝘕𝘖 𝘏𝘈𝘙𝘔

⸻ 𝐻𝐴𝐼𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐹𝑅𝐸𝑄𝑈𝐸𝑁𝐶𝐼𝐸𝑆 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑁.

AoS NYOTA UHURA .

𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 / 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 / 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 / 𝟤𝟣+

𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑃 𝐵𝐴𝐶𝐾 𝑇𝑂 𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑇𝐻 𝑊𝐴𝑆 𝐴 𝑆𝑂𝐿𝐸𝑀𝑁 𝐴𝐹𝐹𝐴𝐼𝑅 — the destruction of Vulcan at the forefront of the crew’s thoughts, but the last thing on anyone’s tongue beyond quiet conversations in tucked away places. A very present focus of duty thrummed through the energy of the crew; holding a collectivee and silent pact not to look at the gaping catastrophe that is the destruction of an planet and all of it’s population, because to look at it head on is to get lost inside the horror in absolute. So mood and mandate of the days;

𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞.

There was something grounding in the stability of the work and adhering to the expectation of code and duty. It was unique in its ability to round down the edges of sharper emotions and allow a person to ground back into themselves at least to functional standards; and none had grounded so pervasively into their duties and responsibilities [ 𝑖𝑛 𝑁𝑦𝑜𝑡𝑎’𝑠 𝑎𝑑𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑖𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ] so much so as Commander Spock. She couldn’t curb the impulse to snatch a look at the duty rosters, noting the extra shifts he picked up, how often they aligned back to back.

𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 - 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦．

𝑶𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅.

And Nyota would - like a restless but weary phantom - wander the ship; cruelly aware of his absence. The shape it took and the injury it summoned in her, because it was not his physical absence she mourned so much as she mourned the man who assigned her to the ship of her demand. It would not falter the variegated reverence she held him in nor shake the roots of where her heart has bedded into the cool, soft ground of his own.

The evident and insurmountable loss notwithstanding - Uhura would grieve a smaller, but an insidiously more personal loss. She would home his grief between her muscle, bones and sinew - blooming with jagged petals and poisonous pollen. There she would erect a cage in herself; a cage for which she might trap the part of Hell crying havoc inside the other living half of her soul

But even still — she does not brush along the edges of his boundaries.

Her grandmother once explained the nature of love to her, applying to any love a person could feel toward another, and she explained it as like holding a handful of sand; “ — 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒑, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚. 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒎. ”

She thought of how he wasn’t like water-worn sand. She imagined him as sunburned, red sand, soft to the touch and still hot in her palm from a desert now belonging to the ether of ruin where it would never know the scorch of its sun again; a rare and mysterious thing, beautiful in his sorrow - the sorrow that only lost things know .

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒑𝒐𝒄𝒌,

— 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑆𝑝𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒．

So Nyota gave every effort to think of him in all the ways she determined, with earnest and honest intention, Amanda might hope someone would consider for her son; in the way his first and greatest champion would insist upon.

But discerning the exact nature of a mother’s heart to her child?

Almost an impossible thing to know.

A conversation Uhura would exchange years of her own life to have. Short of the chance to exchange her whole life for Amanda’s — to give back to him the one who loved him before she and all else. Return her to the empty place in his grieving soul still harboring the codes of love she sewed into him at the womb. Nyota would carve from her chest her own still-beating heart should it see Spock reunited to the one who first championed, not her expectations of his future, but his freedom to choose that future for himself.

𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑚 & 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 — the core of their attachment had to be the compass to navigate the winding and rapidly changing waters of her companion. It must be.

Intrinsically Uhura knew he needed to run his mind, drag his heart for filth and then rake his soul over the remnants of his rage and grief. This she knew and felt she knew it for certain. What she knew with even greater certainty was all there was for her to do was anticipate the potentiality where he might run so far his feet drag him, tired and worn in equal measure and not unlike his broken-heart, to where she patiently waited; firmly maintaining the unflinchingly rigid principle that Spock’s vulnerability was not something she was owed, but a need he might convey or an unveiling of the rawest portions of himself.

𝑨 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑬𝑿𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑬.

It was so deeply a part of her, right down to her molecules, to get ahead of a bad situation, to reach out to problem solve, fix a thing with either real time solutions or the soft and gentle comfort from companionship. The trial of conditioning herself to hold the lines she sets does force Uhura to step outside of who she is to force a specific kind of wherewithal so she can better master things like putting in to request her shifts operate opposite to their First Officer; not allowing the emotional tether she has to him to eschew in a decline in her performance as communications officer. Though there was a simple pleasure in sharing that space with him on the bridge, working apart from each other, consumed in their at-hand-tasks, but somewhere still aware of the other’s closeness; an intimacy curated by them without having ever meant to. But currently that was lost to the impulse of compassion that silently screamed his name to the innate beat of each passing moment. A scream so loud, rising from the abyssal deep of her heart, perching at the back of her throat where impotent rage toward a cruel and indifferent universe could be kept. Driving her to a full scale distraction, if not to some small measure of madness.

However here in her quarters, her shift over some hours ago - Nyota waits. She isn’t entirely certain what she’s waiting for, but she waits with the temperature in her cabin far warmer than normal. She stares abjectly through the port windows, folded tightly on the floor beside her bed, while she waits for the rooibos tea to finish boiling in the kettle - the same tea she’s made at the end of her shifts since the warp home.

Tonight would suggest she may have someone to share it with at long last.

The chime is quick and concise, she notes the time edging almost to half past twelve in the morning. Slim few would find themselves at her door this late. There’s a leap in her stomach, not of nerves or thrill, but a fleeting anxiety that she won’t be enough. That his time here should be waste or somehow made to find his mind in a far more ill place. She didn’t believe she could suffer being of such a disservice when he has asked her for so very little.

How could she be? How could anyone?

Be that as it may, whether she is enough or not, she will be everything to him that she always been - someone who loves him so thoroughly and wholly, as nothing more or less than who he is and what he choose to become.

The door opens and there he stands, his uniform as neat as the hair on his head - he’d even shaved. Adhering to rule and order just as firmly, and probably moreso, as the rest of the crew.

“ 𝑆 𝑝 𝑜 𝑐 𝑘 — ”

— his name unfurls from her mouth, whisper-quiet, afraid if she spoke it any louder it would betray how deep the ache she held on his behalf had ran.

Uhura was never ignorant to how Spock was a man written to the letter in and by nuances. So clear to her were the arms that hung loosely at his sides, the slight dip of his shoulders, the worn look in his eyes that were absent of a certain kind of vibrancy she’d grown so accustomed to seeing looking back at her.

It hardly mattered. He could have come with demons clawing at his back and still her hands would have reached out to his - forging that intimate connection between them; that place where words could not go and where skin spoke to a higher complexity of feeling.

The door closed with a soft ~sfft.

“ Come be with me — tell me what you need ,” the words come patient and paced knowing now the deed was done. Everyone did every admirable thing they could with the reward of getting to turn back and warp home. More than the air she needed to breathe did she want him to indicate anything. Anything at all.

Nyota’s hands pulled away from Spock’s to clasp around either side of his face, his face that looked so young and in the stretch of days she can see the age settled into his eyes. His mother’s eyes. The edges of her thumbs run smooth lines against his cheek bones as a glassy sheen forms over her eyes.

His eyes are so much like his mother’s and she couldn’t understand why it was only now she noticed it so vividly.

Gingerly rising on her feet, mouth meeting his where she left the ghost of a kiss over the bow of his lips; alternately hoping his acute Vulcan sense of hearing did not register the soft sob that died in her throat at the touch of their mouths. Still suspended on the ends of her toes, Nyota brings their foreheads to lay gentle against the other;

“ – or say nothing and allow me to sit and be with you ,” lean hands slide away from his face, lowering onto the soles of her feet at the same pace, hands smoothing down his uniform beneath them, while never allowing her eyes to wander from his. She wanted his permission to lay fingertips against the open wound he brought to her doorway, standing with the flesh and bone pried away from where his heart lay.

Nyota's hand stopped at his upper abdomen where she wanted to feel a familiar rhythm — his scorched sand heart beat against her open palm.

@fasciinating

There was a piece of him, something distant and buzzing, something that Spock had not realized existed until he no longer held it, this crimson light cradled at the back of his skull.

At quarter past midnight, Spock is finally returning to his quarters. His limbs are heavy, weighed down by the rapid, unending hummingbird that is his heart. It drummed in the deep, rattled against his ribs. And with nowhere to go, it is pouring out of his mouth with a breath, dragging with it his chest.

Perhaps, it is how he has arrived at Nyota’s cabin without his knowledge.

                                  He spoke things he does not remember, murmuring to the ears of the ship, “Computer, locate Lieutenant Uhura. ”

It chimes. It answers.

He asks again further and further inside the Enterprise, “ Computer, location. ”

Now, the vacuum has come to occupy him at long last; duty and adrenaline and vengeance had masked the stunning ache of it — his command is gone, his home world is gone, his mother is gone — that piece of him is gone, tangled or lost in his mind with flashing white lights and winking red matter.

“ Computer, location. ”

<< Lieutenant Uhura is located on deck eight, officer’s deck >>

Standing at the door, his hands are weightless and exhausted at his sides. If he is seen here, he finds he no longer cares, pushing the button for entry.

@haiiling

if looks could kill, it would have been us instead of him. - Pike

The transmission had been broken, but playing back the recording what felt like a loop of times that had the message laser burned into her memory; and after conferencing with her reporting officer and eventually Captain Pike – determining this a grave enough matter that further investigation proved warranted. The deep, subspace transmission Nyota had received while in the middle of her Gamma shift just the night prior, was the gathering of Klingon ships on a fourth and distant moon of a baron gas giant located on the most remote edges of Federation space.

What Nyota had not anticipated was assignment to Captain Pike’s covert away mission. Uhura’s Klingon was widely unmatched by most save for Klingons themselves, and she had also trained in several forms of martial arts and combat, because she found this a more useful application of her time at Starfleet Academy than aimless running and toning on machines and programs in a gym; however she has never had to exhibit the practical application of either.

Though she was Starfleet to her core and she believed in their ideals and she believed in her Captain; what she did not believe of herself to be true until this fateful mission was that she could take the life of another being. Naive was something she never was nor had she ever believed the possibility unrealistic, but given her chosen field and how fresh from the academy she’d been - never would she have guessed herself primed for such a task.

The Lieutenant’s Captain clearly felt otherwise.

This had given her both a sense of pride, and even more importantly a keen and staunch sense of duty, because she did not want to give Captain Pike a reason to think he may have misjudged the assessment of his comms officer.

The away team was small, only four, and had shuttled to the small outer moon while the Enterprise lay hidden on the other side of the planet, hidden from Klingon sensors by the large magnetic field surrounding the planet as a result of ongoing electrical and ion storms throughout the planet’s atmosphere. Conversely, it meant the away team would be temporarily cut from communications with the ship.

This had been functional, right up until it wasn’t.

What they had come to realize the Klingons had discovered, on this miniscule moon, was uncovered dilithium veins in ancient and entirely frost covered mountains and were covertly mining the crystals while taking advantage of the planet’s magnetic field distorting sensors on long range scans. Their mission parameters were clear; assessing Klingon operations, obtaining evidence to present to Starfleet high command, abscond back to the shuttle to rendezvous with the Enterprise. What no one’s knowledge allotted for was the Klingons having set black market Romulan traps armed with trilithium resin based explosives taking out the two other ensigns assigned to the away team. The Captain was able to dispatch three of the four Klingon patrolmen, but the fourth had gotten the drop on Pike, and a strange sense of both calm and urgency gripped her as tightly as Uhura gripped her phaser rifle; Nyota began to open fire with an adrenaline-fueled-accuracy that she did not yield from until the only one of the two moving was Captain Pike.

There was a suffocating quiet as she looked down at a now lifeless Klingon. Sorrow wasn’t the sensation she felt, but hollowness followed by an abstract sense of satisfaction knowing that feeling was an indicator to her that killing and death were not something she aligned with outside of the most extreme circumstances; and now Uhura saw clearly what those circumstances entailed. Nyota came unfroze from her existential reverie at the sound of Pike’s voice, and she knew the gallows-quip was to meant exactly for that.

The Lieutenant’s attention was back and honed, she repressed the preceding moments to be in the present one, duty sidestepped her Captain’s words and assessed him up and down in search of fatal injury;

“Captain,” her voice steady as she could manage, “ – are you alright? The shuttle is just over this hill, but we have to go now … they won’t let us leave alive, not when they know we’re with Starfleet.”

❛ i wish i could say i’m making a difference, but i don’t know. ❜ - from mccoy

𝑈𝑁𝐷𝐸𝑅𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑁𝐷𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑃𝑈𝑅𝑃𝑂𝑆𝐸 𝑂𝐹 𝑂𝑁𝐸’𝑆 𝑆𝐸𝐿𝐹 and stacking it against the great and varied needs of which that purpose serves is, at its very best, a lesson in futility; then compounded by the fact that the type of individual Lenoard McCoy was, choosing to serve inside the field he did – there is the potential to habitually feel every effort was not enough. Though, in the very humble opinion of this Comms Officer, was that so many of them [ herself included ] had McCoy to thank for the very air in their lungs, because without him nearly half the crew of the Enterprise wouldn’t be alive to draw breath. The varying instances when it was McCoy alone, whose knowledge in xenobiology - she felt - often surpassed her own knowledge in xenolinguistics [ a point of pride she did not relinquish easily or to just anyone ], was the very difference between Commander Spock being amongst the living and amongst the – not.

It was late evening, both of them having come off the end of their Beta shifts, and the mess hall was thinly populated; a few late diners from Alpha shift finishing their meals, a table of cadets consumed in some deep gossip circulating the lower decks, and then McCoy and Uhura at their happily removed little table; present enough to seem normalized to the cadet class, but a area small enough to deter more company. Nyota’s hand cradled overtop of McCoy’s, and a smile ripped the seam of her mouth;

“Bones — ” her voice, warm like a smooth whisky, said the nickname most favored by their Captain; rarely did Uhura use the moniker unless very specifically trying to convey the gentle and intentional place she spoke from, “ — the difference you’ve made for some of these people is the difference between having their lives or being memory in an eulogy. At the end of it all, the only thing we can give is all that we have, and of anyone on this ship Lenoard ; I have seen you give everything when you didn’t have anything else left but those goddamn brilliant hands of yours.”

Fondly, Nyota’s hand squeezed his, “ — best in the fleet, am I right?”

⸻ 𝐻𝐴𝐼𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐹𝑅𝐸𝑄𝑈𝐸𝑁𝐶𝐼𝐸𝑆 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑁.

AoS NYOTA UHURA .

𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 / 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 / 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 / 𝟤𝟣+

𝑊𝐻𝐸𝑁 𝐷𝑂 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐺𝐴𝑍𝐸 𝐴𝑇 𝑌𝑂𝑈𝑅 𝑆𝑂𝑈𝐿𝑀𝐴𝑇𝐸

𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦．

this is all you've ever wanted.

you and them and the promise of a future. you should be getting ready too. but you lay in bed for a moment, still feeling the traces of their warmth on the sheets, their scent on your skin. you watch how carefully they choose their outfit for the day.

you watch as they pair the colors.

you memorize that face they make when they stand at the mirror checking every detail. you savor how routine it is. you savor it because you both earned it. there is something precious in the domesticity and you vow to never take it for granted.

tagged : @fasciinating [ ilysm! ]

tagging : @ensnchekov , @sabctage , @uncertainlogic [ mccoy ] , @nebulaties [ pike ] , @ltnsingh , @ltcommanderandroid , @onlybonesleft

@fasciinating

Cosmic Heart and Soul © AstroFrontyard

STAR WARS: REBEL RISING PROMPTS *  assorted lines from the book by beth revis, adjust as necessary ** credit to the amazing vicioushope for providing the content :)

where am i going to run?

welcome to the worst days of your life. 

no one else is here. 

can you teach me how to fight like that?

i’m teaching you everything i can. 

if you’re going to shoot, you always shoot to kill. 

what other information can you give me?

forging takes work and patience. 

i won’t say anything. i just want to listen. 

i want the truth. 

just because you don’t want to hear a truth doesn’t make it less true. 

i’m just here to talk.

i don’t know what you expect of me. 

i’ve heard the rumors. 

i didn’t want to believe it was true. 

i do what needs to be done. 

the resistance needs a martyr. 

don’t give them another thought. 

one fighter with a sharp stick and nothing left to lose can take the day. 

i already knew you were strong enough. 

don’t come any closer.

it’s always rough when it’s your first kill. 

you can’t protect me. 

at least i taught you to protect yourself. 

you constantly amaze me. 

must run in your blood. 

you clean up well.

silence isn’t the same as peace. 

what do you think war is? 

how did you track down the traitor? 

i thought i was going to die. 

that’s not a very high standard. 

i know you like to be in charge. 

i’m coming with you. 

you’re not leaving me behind, are you?

you’re coming back for me, right?

what really makes people work harder is fear. 

can you fly this thing? 

i can fly anything.

i never thought it would be like this. 

it’s over. whatever happened, best not to bring it up again. 

it’s over. you’re safe here. i promise. 

i have seen so much blood. 

i remember the face of everyone who’s died because of me. 

why are you following me?

could i make a difference?

that’s what i’m afraid of. 

it never ends.

how much to fix this?

for what price?

i don’t see how i can help you. 

you do a job and you’re done. 

don’t start a fight you can’t win. 

am i being arrested?

i just want to sleep. 

you could do so much more.

THE BEATLES (THE WHITE ALBUM) PROMPTS *  assorted lyrics, adjust as necessary

won't you come out to play?

i would like you to dance.

i'm so tired. i haven't slept a wink.

you know it's good news.

hold your head up.

you know that i need you.

you made a fool of everyone.

i'm sorry that i doubted you.

it's only a scratch.

how could i ever have lost you when i loved you?

we're gonna have a good time.

why don't we do it in the road?

look what you've done.

don't you want me to love you?

i feel your taste all the time we're apart.

you broke the rules.

how can i ever misplace you?

please remember me.

i'm in love, but i'm lazy.

i listen for your footsteps coming up the drive.

you better free your mind.

what have you done?

should i get up and fix myself a drink?

didn't get to bed last night.

you know i love you still.

take a good look around you.

i was so unfair.

you might not feel it now.

you are making me crazy.

we're meant to be for each other.

open up your eyes.

come on, let's make it easy.

what did you kill?

i don't know why nobody told you.

can you show me where you are?

my mind is set on you.

hold your hand out.

does it mean you don't love me anymore?

life goes on.

we all want to change the world.

you said that you would be late about an hour or two.

i'm gonna get that boy.

man, i had a dreadful flight.

i wonder where you are tonight and why i'm by myself.

i will always feel the same.

let me see your smile.

you say you got a real solution.

won't you please come home?

how did you know the world was waiting just for you?

it's beautiful, and so are you.

i didn't catch your name.

no one will be watching us.

i'm waiting here... just waiting to hear from you.

don't pass me by.

touch me.

you have always been my inspiration.

all day long i'm sitting, singing songs for everyone.

now it's time to say goodnight.

i'm glad it's your birthday.

close your eyes, and i'll close mine.

if looks could kill, it would have been us instead of him.

you've met your match.

i'd give you everything i've got for a little peace of mind.

i'll be better as soon as i'm able.

come back to me.

you don't know how lucky you are.

you know, darling, i love only you.

half of what i say is meaningless.

been away so long, i hardly knew the place.

disconnect the phone.

we'd all love to change your head.

don't make me cry.

come and show me the magic.

i wonder if i should call you.

can you take me back where i came from?

i'm feeling so upset.

now the thought of meeting you makes me weak in the knee.

you were only waiting for this moment to arise.

here's another place you can go.

Untitled Headcanon Questions

Part I You can replace the 'your muse' with the name of the muse you're asking. A random assortment of headcanon questions to send to receiver's muse and help both you and them get to know their muse better. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

What can completely break your muse?

What has your muse witnessed in their lives that has fundamentally changed them?

What is your muse's relationship with sex and/or sexual intimacy?

What is a habit your muse has, which they consider perfectly normal, but others think is weird?

Does your muse believe in marriage? Do they ever want to get married?

What is a dream and/or a nightmare your muse had and can't forget?

What is your muse's relationship with their parent/s (can be biological, adoptive, found family or otherwise)?

What does your muse do to pass the time?

What did your muse want to be when they were a child? Would their child self be happy with what they are now?

Does your muse have any pets?

In what ways does your muse express their love to someone else (platonic, familial, romantic, sexual or otherwise)?

What is your muse's favorite hobby/ies? Are there any hobbies they tried but never got the hang of?

If they could go anywhere in the world right now, where would your muse go on a vacation by themselves?

What is inside your muse's pockets/bag/purse/backpack/etc. right now?

Where does your muse feel most comfortable at?

What is your muse's favorite quote, and why?

What does your muse do in their routine to take care of themselves (physically, mentally, emotionally or otherwise)?

What is your muse's favorite piece of clothing in their wardrobe?

What is your muse's favorite food dish? Are they able to make it themselves?

How does your muse prefer someone else confess their love to them, if they want to at all?

How would your muse confess their love to someone?

Who does your muse consider as a good friend, and why?

What would be your muse's last words be if they died right now?

What is a promise someone made to your muse and broken it that your muse never forgot about?

What is your muse's relationship with their sibling/s (can be biological, adoptive, found family or otherwise)?

#NEBULATIES: an independent multimuse feature muses from various fandoms including; the orville, star trek, 911, the rookie and original characters.

⸻ 𝐻𝐴𝐼𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐹𝑅𝐸𝑄𝑈𝐸𝑁𝐶𝐼𝐸𝑆 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑁.

AOS NYOTA UHURA .

𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 / 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 / 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 / 𝟤𝟣+

The Last Quarter Moon l Rami Ammoun

❛ oh, this guy’s hilarious. ❜

Livick, a new provisional science Lieutenant that had been assigned to the Enterprise from the USS Carlsbad, had seemed to be an exuberant welcome among the ensigns and cadet class crew; which wasn’t too far from Nyota’s mind and even she hadn’t been above the contagious energy a crewman brought. Currently Livick was ornating a small group of ensigns at his table, one of whom was a round, faced cheerful nurse Chekov had nurtured a fondness for over the better part of a few long haul warps and who seemed to have grown closer to their new Lieutenant; leaving her crewmate and, more importantly, her friend - a little soured. Maybe, what she suspected, even a little hurt.

Nyota was nothing if not a fiercely loyal friend.

“ Well you know what isn’t hilarious ? I heard his work is sloppy, late, not swept for banal errors. Also he eats french fries with mayo only - can you imagine ? No thank you. ” She spoke as though her branding of subversive disapproval was a solution rather than the band aide it really was, on what she feared was a bit of a bigger wound than all that. However, she was willing to weather it’s ache out in good company, food and drink.

“ So I say we order something fucking incredible in rebellion of Lieutenant Livick’s tragically bad taste .”

&. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  dialogue  prompts  taken  from  the  batman  (2022),  directed  by  matt  reeves.  feel  free  to  edit  and  change  as  you  seem  fit.  ) 

❛ two years of nights have turned me into a nocturnal animal. ❜

❛ it’s a big city. i can’t be everywhere. ❜

❛ fear is a tool. ❜

❛ the hell are you supposed to be? ❜

❛ i’m vengeance. ❜

❛ what does a liar do when he’s dead? he lies still. ❜

❛ happy fuckin’ halloween. ❜

❛ i wish i could say i’m making a difference, but i don’t know. ❜

❛ the city’s eating itself. maybe it’s beyond saving. but i have to try. ❜

❛ you’re becoming quite a celebrity. ❜

❛ have a shower. ❜

❛ if this continues, it won’t be long before you’ve nothing left. ❜

❛ if i can’t change things here, if i can’t have an effect, then i don’t care what happens to me. ❜

❛ you’re not my father. ❜

❛ some fresh berries there. ❜

❛ oh, this guy’s hilarious. ❜

❛ get out of here. you hear me? or that little suit’s gonna get all full of blood. ❜

❛ take it easy, sweetheart. ❜

❛ boy, you’re everything they say, ain’t ya? ❜

❛ you got a lot of cats. ❜

❛ i have a thing about strays. ❜

❛ you’re not safe here. ❜

❛ i can take care of myself. ❜

❛ hey, why am i starting to feel like a fish on a hook? ❜

❛ boy, you’re a real sweetheart. ❜

❛ look at me. ❜

❛ that’s one of the guys i got into it with the other night. looks like i broke his nose. ❜

❛ is bruce wayne making an actual appearance? ❜

❛ serial killers like to follow reactions to their crimes. ❜

❛ you have to keep up appearances. you’re still a wayne. ❜

❛ i’ve been trying to reach you. ❜

❛ i’m giving you a chance. no one ever gave me a chance. ❜

❛ it can be cruel poetic or blind. but when it’s denied, it’s violence you may find. ❜

❛ if you are justice, please do not lie. what is the price for your blind eye? ❜

❛ since your justice is so select, tell us which vermin you’re paid to protect. ❜

❛ is this how you get your kicks, hon? sneaking up on girls in the dark? ❜

❛ what the hell is this? good cop, batshit cop? ❜

❛ no habla español, fellas? ❜

❛ jesus. his next victim is bruce wayne. ❜

❛ wasn’t sure i’d see you again. ❜

❛ was it worth it? compromising yourself for money? ❜

❛ who are you under there? what are you hiding? are you just hideously scarred? ❜

❛ i told you, baby. i can take care of myself. ❜

❛ do you know who i am? ❜

❛ i could see the fear in your eyes, but i didn’t know how to help. ❜

❛ i could teach you how to fight, but i wasn’t equipped to take care of you. ❜

❛ you needed a father. and all you had was me. ❜

❛ i never thought i’d feel fear like that again. ❜

❛ come on, vengeance. let’s go kill that son of a bitch. ❜

❛ listen to me. don’t throw your life away. ❜

❛ don’t worry, honey. i got nine of ’em. ❜

❛ whatever i know, whatever i’ve done, it’s all going with me to my grave. ❜

❛ i just ordered a slice of pumpkin pie. ❜

❛ my life has been a cruel riddle i could not solve. ❜

❛ i know now what i must become. ❜

❛ if only you knew how long i’ve been waiting for this day. for this moment. ❜

❛ god. look at you. your mask is amazing. i wish you could’ve seen me in mine. ❜

❛ you and i both know i’m looking at the real you right now. ❜

❛ i told you, we’ve been doing this together. you’re a part of this. ❜

❛ we didn’t do anything together. ❜

❛ this is not how this was supposed to go! ❜

❛ oh, you’re really not as smart as i thought you were. ❜

❛ what’s black and blue and dead all over? you. ❜

❛ i can already see things will get worse before they get better. ❜

❛ people need hope. to know someone’s out there for them. ❜

❛ one day you’re on top, the next… you’re a clown. ❜

❛ gotham loves a comeback story. ❜

❛ riddle me this… the less of them you have, the more one is worth. ❜

❛ don’t you ever just say hello? ❜

❛ you know this place is never gonna change. ❜

❛ the bat and the cat. it’s got a nice ring. ❜

❛ take care of yourself. ❜

The Ships by Darry Fletcher

To be fair, Andorian ale has a helluva kick.

“ Is it the kick that causes your breath to smell like an old lady fart being pushed through an onion ? ” The statement was, by and far, a jaded exaggeration.

Nyota’s dialectal daggers were more a reflection on her mood soured equally by matters both personal & professional and then that itch of irritation being flared at the Captain’s inebriated need for close-talking. With an abundance of downtime while the Enterprise underwent routine maintenance — there had also been an abundance of close encounters of the Kirk kind. Which normally were welcome. Lately, however, the Lieutenant hadn’t cared much for the company of anyone beyond her own thoughts, duties, and headset.

But conversely and despite the acidity of Uhura’s reply, she turned to Kirk, posture needle straight, with the ghost of something passing as a smirk lifting the corner of her mouth.

She thought of apologizing, but swigged her tepid beer and decided against the notion; given it would have been an unequivocal lie and Lieutenant Nyota Uhura was a great many things, but a liar was not one of them.