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I added s.ue s.torm to the roster

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i'm slowly getting back into swing of things. tomorrow is mom's surgery and my first day back at school so i think once that's said and done and we're both out the other side, my stress/adhd will allow me to fully function again.

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Vanessa Kirby as Sue Storm The Fantastic Four: First Steps July 25, 2025 | dir. Matt Shakman

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moira & ed | plotted starter | @driftvoid

there's something to be said when one's life is turned upside down - though moira hasn't discovered just what should be said. not yet. she's holed herself up in the deepest part of the royal library for several hours, trying to find solace in their pages even if she doesn't know exactly what she's reading. mostly it's to keep from running into her mother and starting up their earlier argument again. thankfully kate, nor gordy, nor any of the other staff have sought her out on either of their behalf.

not as if kate could tell others why she and moira had fought, protecting the secret she's carried for some years now. moira should be more surprised - but she's always suspected something amiss. she hadn't known her father (no, that's not right, is it? - the late king?) but his portraits and the way her mother spoke of him . . . it hadn't sat right with her. and now so much made sense. the cagey way her mother always skirted details, for starters. the necklace that moira never takes off, inlaid with flowers that only grow on the southgate estate . . . surely there had been more signs, moira had thought little of it at the time . . . .

in seeking further privacy, moira leaves the library - and it's just in time to hear her mother's voice engaged in discussion with one of her council advisors - which means edward is alone. her heart wrenches - is he alright? has he relapsed? who is sitting with him now that kate has broken her vigil? instinct as a hobbiest student of medicine make her change her course - worry for the father she's just found written into her features.

she isn't surprised to see him sleeping when she slips silently into the room, the guard outside letting her pass without issue. he looks almost frail, skin pale - a far cry from the fighter he surely must have been, given the scar he bears, the way others have spoken about him. swallowing back her hesitation (she shouldn't be here), moira creeps carefully toward the basin of water on his bedside, the cool clothe left beside it - and there is a soft creak beneath her foot, a traitorous floorboard that has her breath and every inch of her body freezing at the intrusion of the noise inside the silence of the room. it's too late - he's stirring. she swallows the dryness in the back of her throat.

"i didn't mean to wake you. i was coming to check your fever."

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effie smiles her thanks at his attempts to say otherwise; she thinks some part of her will always think herself a monster, sending kids to their death. how desperate she'd been to make impressions, be seen and adored in the capital. it's a far cry from the effie who sits on the floor now, the effie she's been trying to distance herself from. district twelve had seemed the obvious choice.

"it's good to see you too. i've missed the children. and you." she says and offers a genuine smile for the first time in what feels like eons. she's used to plastering on masks and faces and she'd forgotten how easy it is to be her own self around haymitch. infuriating as he was at times, she's never felt more comfortable to be herself - the effie beneath the facepaint and wigs.

"i'm afraid my stories are boring. there are a lot of changes that have been happening and i've been trying to help where i can, keep my head down in regards to others . . . there's little busywork to be found as a former escort. i don't even know how to do anything else, really . . . jobs are hard to come by for ones like me." she isn't exactly thrilled to enter a workforce, but her funds will only last so long. she's tried to ingrain herself with other company, to try and find work she might be able to remain in - so far, however, nothing. it's why she has no qualms about being in twelve again.

"maybe i should try my hand at raising geese." effie remarks, stroking the soft, downy feathers of one of the goslings. "the company would be nice."

Effie sits on the floor with him, but Haymitch manages to keep himself from protesting. It's Effie-- he'd gotten a kick out of making her feel self-conscious once, when he'd been too deep in several bottles of who knows what, but the thought of doing that now makes him shudder. She's always been kinder to him than he deserves; it's his turn to be as kind as she deserves.

"Oh? Good. Haven't been keeping up with-- all that much," he admits. "I don't have your natural talent for schedule balancing." He smiles a bit. "It is, yeah. I'd object to the word choice, but--" He gestures around. It's apt, to put it kindly.

That gets a little huff of laughter out of him. "Eff, you're a lot of things, but monster isn't one of them," he tells her. His voice is even softer when he speaks again, practically a whisper. "You kept me safe. Monsters don't do that."

He clears his throat, scratching the bridge of his nose. He looks at the goslings. He takes a slow, purposeful breath before he looks up at her again. His smile returns. "The kids'll be glad to see you," he says. "Peeta's better at showing it than I am, but-- it's really good to see you. You look good. Seem good, I mean." Now he's put his foot in it. It was a lot easier to talk to Effie when he was out of his mind drunk, or so he wants to pretend. "Tell me about what you've been up to."

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"frankly i think it could be anything at this point. which is the infuriating part - there's too many options. we need to try and narrow it down. but our attackers are making it incredibly difficult. i'm hopeful kate and nick will have more information." at least something where they can rule out their usual suspects and a few others. it would be a better starting point at the very least instead of her and ed digging through file after file trying to find answers of any links to known species.

"it wouldn't be the first time some cosmic species or entity has played a cruel joke on us and our resources." she mutters, fingers curling around her teacup as she glances across the smaller stack of files, then back to the one in her lap. it's difficult to point fingers when whatever is hounding earth is determined to hide their tracks, or blame another species for the anomalies.

helen glances at the time on her watch; much like ed, she worries they haven't had contact with kate or nick. she tries to operate off the adage that 'no news is good news' but the worry that twists her insides cannot be soothed. it's always like this when nick is in the field. the perils of being incredibly involved with your boss (as ed knows all too well, too).

"definitely not cybermen. or daleks, either. it's not their m-o." her brows furrow. "would it be insane to consider the krynoid?"

“ – you think this could all just be a scheme to get us to prepare for another attack, either so that said species we’re currently dealing with, has the advantage of surprising us or… they are working against another species, hoping we’ll attack first when they get closer to Earth?” A thoughtful expression rested on his features; a crease between his eyebrows as he pondered the possibilities. Of course, it could be a strategy! Trying to distract them from the actual threat or starting an attack, so that they could be saved from another species – or just wait again, until they were busy dealing with new VISITORS to do whatever they wanted on Earth. A heist? That’s usually what distraction tactics were used for. Or were they just waiting to take over the planet and put it under their own rule?

While the phenomena weren’t familiar, the strategy proposed by Helen was. They had dealt with countless aliens trying to outsmart them before. The Nestene had nearly managed it, by stretching their resources so thin, they had nearly lost. – So, were they now waiting for strange anomalies all over the planet, too? It bothered him not to have any answers and not to be able to see a pattern, even with his decades of experiences in the field and his familiarity with the case files.

Putting his cup down with a sigh, he reached for the next file on the only slowly shrinking pile. “ – perhaps Nick and Kate have more luck finding something? Anything. It really is hard to believe that this should be something completely new to us. Perhaps it’s – some sort of sick joke.” Another shake of his head, and he reached with his free hand for one of the shortbread biscuits on the plate beside the teapot. He had lost count of how many biscuits he had already eaten; the worries gnawing on him as long as they didn’t receive a message from Nick or Kate.

“ – and I still keep hoping to find something whenever I open a file… I think we can rule out Cybermen....”

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#mythictold -- you know, i was hoping that at least you would be normal. sorry to disappoint. is there anything else? is there a health plan? no, but i can promise you the adventure of many, many lifetimes. shall we begin? indie female multimuse. canon & oc. crossover & multiverse. written by brandy.

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janeway & pike | starter call | @fleetcaptian

she doesn't take kindly to interlopers on her ship - especially because they're in the space equivalent of 'middle of nowhere' and starfleet officers usually don't just 'show up' on her ship unless it's some sort of masquerading entity trying to worm into one of their brains, or someone trying to earn their trust. but when the emh compares the biosignatures a hundred times over, they match perfectly with the records of one christopher pike and janeway can simply not explain it.

so she turns to coffee, practically demanding it of the replicator - and then two, which she brings to her desk and slides one across to their newest crewmember.

"i'm afraid strange anomalies aren't exactly foreign to us, but this is the first time someone from starfleet has been pulled through. usually it's a duplicate or an alternate universe counterpart - it seems this particular wormhole crosses space and time." kathryn remarks as she settles behind her desk in her ready room, savoring the coffee for a moment as she gathers her thoughts. if she could hurl voyager back through the wormhole, they'd be home - but displaced in time. it wouldn't be any better than when they'd started this journey. perhaps the wormhole could be harnessed and used to find a way back to their own present-day earth . . . she was awaiting a preliminary report from seven in regards to it.

"for now, you may be stuck with us. but we will do what we can to return you to your original point in space and time. the prime directive practically demands it."

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her lips lift lightly in amusement, though her mind feels somewhat opposite. running through options, potential outcomes for tomorrow. she doesn't doubt nick - once upon a time, yes, she'd doubt him and his insanity until helen had realized it rivaled her own insanity to some extent, her willingness to push boundaries and do whatever it took to succeed or get to her goal.

they could do this, she thinks. knows. even if there are a million and one factors that could very well destroy everything. the universe rarely took into account sheer determination and force of will.

"i was always envious of the others, you know." helen remarks quietly, staring at their laced fingers across her middle. "james, nikola, john, and nigel. the abilities they developed, the strength their abnormalities brought them. at first i thought i was simply a defect. that something had gone wrong and i wouldn't have any abnormal trait . . . and then the longevity appeared. useful of course, but a far cry from something more solid, more powerful. it made me feel weak. it still does. weapons can only get me so far. i'm not some super abnormal the way the others are, the way you or ashley are - and i fear it will be my downfall. that i won't be able to protect my family. it's always worried me."

though she's rarely admitted it aloud, of course. helen knows she is a dangerous entity on her own, masterful at weapons and other skills that keep her and her team alive in the worst circumstances. but the fragile reality is that she carries nothing special other than an extended lifetime. no power - super strength, teleportation, invisibility . . . traits that would lend themselves useful now in the fight ahead, and to keep their child safe. to keep the sanctuary safe. she's spent lifetimes making up for the absence and while she is grateful for the gift she has been granted in her immortality, it has also proven a curse at times.

"when all of this is over, we will look into his words. his promise. find out the bond and it's limits between us. i don't doubt things have shifted - i've . . . felt it, instinctively. but i haven't had time to lean into it." and she wishes she could ask hukter, have a few moments to simply get answers so that she might help nick, that he might not suffer on his own, a prisoner of his own mind. it will take time for all of them, but helen hopes their bond will strengthen. especially with the baby. a true link between them.

"the sekhem are still important." she says gently at his last. "they've been tortured and pained enough. they deserve peace. if things go south, it might be worth considering a peaceful end for them. rather than the cabal getting their hands on them." it's not an easy sentence to say, but the sekhem have suffered enough. and rather than them being revived or put through experiments, perhaps it would be wise to consider other options if they could not be rescued. "i know you'll come home. you always do." she tilts her head to nick, offering the briefest of smiles. "even if i have to come and rescue you myself."

even in the this, one of their quietest moments in ⸻ well, frankly he’s forgotten how long, he knows there is an underlying tension to what the following morning and afternoon will bring. the fight they had ahead of them meant that anything could happen. There were so many factors that could change in an instant. nick however, was trying his best to remain positive about everything. he’s come far too close to the brink of existence since his brush with hukter in Antarctica and each time he’s been brought back because he was changed from who he used to be or thought he used to be. sure, it wasn’t the best time for their situation to take place, but nick also knew if anyone could keep a child safe, it was the two of them. 

he’s not entirely certain on the details of what she had gone through with ashley and raising her. what nick did know about john druitt was the man was anything but stable. he couldn’t even begin to imagine a world where the main paid any attention to helen or his own daughter ⸻ nick hated the man with a passion. if he even attempted to come near helen or his own child he would end the man’s life with his own hands. 

helen moves to settle and nick waits until she does. he wasn’t sure how to tell her he could feel her concerns and worries ⸻ can sense her thoughts and questions. for now, he was silent. that wasn’t entirely anything she wasn’t used to when it came to him. 

“maniac or not, you need something i will get it for you.” his lips tick upwards slightly with his words. “i just don’t want to be in the room with you if you plan on eating a cheese and jam sandwich. i can’t imagine it would taste good.”  he wishing he can give her more than just the pulse that matches the rapid and gentle thud he can hear with his own ears beneath her own. in time he knows she will be able to ⸻ until then he will offer this any time she asks for it. “i mean it, helen,” with little effort, his lips pressed to her forehead in a featherlight kiss. “whatever you need, i will find a way to get it for you. i may not know what you went through with ashley but… you’re not alone this time and never will be.” 

she was so used to doing things on her own, it’s part of why he hadn’t mentioned kex and her constant voice in his head. the power struggle he had to keep control of his own mind before it became far too much for him and kex had broken through and taken over. 

those words ⸻ he still can’t get them out of his head. the way he was forced to speak to her. it may not have been his fault but he will regret it for as long as he holds the memory and had heard himself say those things as he fought so hard to break through. at her last, the question stops his thoughts. a quiet sigh, he didn’t have a real answer for her. the way hukter explained it to him, it was a connection between the alpha and the one who holds every part of him. it can cross ions if it needed to but it was also something new to the two of them. there were things he and hukter spoke of that even etok had no knowledge of. 

“I don’t know.” his answer is honest. “if it fails, we will be connected to the hub like we always have been. when it was quiet…” he began. “before he threw me through that steel door. there was a silence where the wind was so loud in my ears until i heard his voice. powerful, unlike etok’s and kex, stronger than nihi. it scared the hell out of me ⸻ i tried to get away from him but he held me in place and spoke to me about the things i will be capable of.”

his free hand moves to brush the long dark strands away from her cheek. “he spoke about you, said he knew there was someone who would share the connection we have. i believe… it will.” kex was powerful, she was able to reach him from the hive. the power nick held was far greater and now his concerns are far greater for his wife and now their unborn child. “tomorrow… i don’t have any plans to do anything that would cause a risk of not having a successful mission across the board. i will tell you a million times over; i plan to come home to the two of you, with or without the other sekhem. nothing is more important than you.” 

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besties the feral urge to add sue storm is eating at me.

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BEVERLY CRUSHER - STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION S1E26 The Neutral Zone

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I survived 6th graders orientation today. Now gotta make it through Monday. I've been working a bit on drafts so I will hopefully be ready to rock and roll next week.

okay. full transparency that mom has surgery monday, I also start teaching again monday, and I've recently switched meds and it launched me into a depressive state that I'm just now crawling my way back out of. hence my absolute lack of writing lately. I will feel a lot better about things and far less stressed after monday so please bear with me a bit longer. ❤️

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okay. full transparency that mom has surgery monday, I also start teaching again monday, and I've recently switched meds and it launched me into a depressive state that I'm just now crawling my way back out of. hence my absolute lack of writing lately. I will feel a lot better about things and far less stressed after monday so please bear with me a bit longer. ❤️

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𝙾𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜, 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗.

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Hey all. Sorry I haven't been in a great writing mood. I'm still here, but my brain power has been going to prepping lesson plans, etc for back to school. Plus there's some runaround shit with getting moms surgery scheduled so I'm just. Not in the right headspace! I will be back to regularly scheduled bullshit soon, I swear.

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Hey all. Sorry I haven't been in a great writing mood. I'm still here, but my brain power has been going to prepping lesson plans, etc for back to school. Plus there's some runaround shit with getting moms surgery scheduled so I'm just. Not in the right headspace! I will be back to regularly scheduled bullshit soon, I swear.