#freeman

[sevnofnines]

LOWER DECKS -> 2.01 “Strange Energies”

[thenumberfives]

the right squid in the wrong place can make all the difference in the world so wake up mister freshman wake up and smell the ashes

[abbys-wifey]

pig face perv

pairing: amber freeman x female reader

warnings: protective amber, creepy guy, SA

“Baby, hey baby.” I wave a hand in front of Ambers face hoping to get a reaction out of her as she stands motionless, a frown resting on her perfect face.

“Ambs?” I gently grasp her shoulder pulling her from whatever trance she was in. “Sorry, I was just trying to remember if I bought the drinks up from the basement for the party or not,” She shrugs. “I’ll check later. What are you wanting me for baby?” She tilts her head at me, a smirk resting on her lips as she blinks expectantly.

“I was gonna ask if that guy, uh what’s his face?” I snap my fingers together trying to remember his name. “Oh Kurt. Is he coming tonight? To the party?” I bite my lower lip, Ambers hands instantly finding my own as she shakes her head. “I specifically told that fuckhead that if he steps foot into this house I’ll stab him to death.” She snarls. I nod breathing a sigh of relief.

That man had not stopped hitting on me for almost a month now, at first it started out with a smile and a stare from across the class but then it just got worse as he would blow kisses at me or whisper some disgusting pig faced compliment or even ‘accidentally’ brush my ass as he walked past. Of course Amber didn’t take this lightly. She had already warned him multiple times but as he had ignored her she may or may not have taken it a step further by punching him somewhere where the sun does not shine.

“Don’t worry about him, that dick is not coming into this party. I promise.” Ambers lips meet mine, the rigid stance I had subconsciously struck melting at her touch. “I love you so much.” I smile wrapping my arms around her waist and nuzzling my head into the crook of her neck.

A few hours later and the party had begun, well more than begun it had reached its peak. People stand in huge groups laughing or yelling to one another as the music blares in the background.

“I’ll be right back baby, I’m gonna grab another drink, do you want one?” I turn to my girlfriend who sits beside me on the couch chatting to Tara. “No I’m alright, hurry back yeah?” She frowns slightly reaching for my waist as I stand and pulling me back down for a kiss. “Don’t do anything stupid.” She whispers against my lips causing my eyes to roll. “I’ll be fine.”

Swimming through the crowded room I finally reach the drinks table. Humming in thought I reach for the vodka before jolting forward as a hand brushes against my ass. An obvious mistake seeing as this was a huge party and everyone was kinda cramped together. But as it happened again I turn around.

“Hey baby.”

Kurt’s dirty grin flashes in my face as he leans against the table, his arms on either side of my body.

“Fuck off, Amber told you you couldn’t come.” I scoff pushing at his chest in an attempt to escape his hold. “And where’s Amber right now? Oh that’s right, not here.” Kurt smirks devilishly, his hands closing in on me.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” My voice wobbles slightly, tears beginning to brim around my eyes as fear washes over me. I stood no chance against him if it came down to it, he was almost twice the size of me with arms as large as my head.

“Aw baby, you and I both know you don’t mean that.” His hand comes up just under my breast, rubbing the fabric of my crop top with his thumb. My breathe hitches, his satisfied smile causing bile to form in my throat.

“Hey you pig faced perv.” All too quickly a fist is thrown at Kurt’s face causing him to stumble backwards, his presence moving further away allowing me to let out a breath I didn’t realise I had been holding.

“I fucking told you what would happen if you came here.” Ambers voice is fueled with rage, her fists clenched as she stalks towards the man who holds his bleeding nose.

“Dude, fuck off,she clearly craves the attention, she’s a fucking slut.” Kurt spits pointing at me. Onlookers slowly crowd around the three of us as Amber continues to storm towards the bleeding man.

“What did you just say?” She snaps, venom lacing her tone. She moves far too quickly to even be humanly possible as her hand grips the back of the boys head slamming it into the wall beside him multiple times until another figure rushes into view.

“Amber, Amber quit it.” Chads hands grasp Ambers own, gently pushing her off the semi conscious Kurt. “I’ve got it from here.” He frowns with a nod. Amber blinks at the jock before turning to face the crowd. “Alright parties over everyone. Get out.” She shouts causing an immediate bustle as everyone moves for the exits.

My breathing is laboured as Amber hurries to my side. “Your ok now.” She whispers pulling me into her body, her hands stroking my hair with so much care you would forget she had just rammed someone’s head against her wall. Tears fall against the fabric of her shirt as she watches Chad threaten Kurt before taking him outside.

“Did he- did he hurt you?” Amber chokes on her words as she pulls back from the hug, her eyes wandering up and down looking for any signs of injury. I shake my head, my lower lip trembling at the memory of what he had done.

“I’m so sorry baby. I should’ve come with you.” Ambers hands move to cup my face, her thumb brushing the tears away as they fall across my cheeks. I can’t bring myself to talk as Amber moves forwards placing gentle kisses on my jaw.

“I’ve got you now, your safe here.” Amber whispers as she slowly pulls me to her bedroom. She closes and locks the door before gently pushing me to her bed. “He tried to touch me.” I whisper unable to look her in the eye in fear of the disgust that could fall on her face. Ambers hands stiffen as well as the rest of her body. “Oh baby.” Her whispers hold no sign of disgust, but rather love as she cradles me in her arms letting my tears flow freely.

“I’ve got you now.” She repeats as her lips find their rightful place against my own. “Your safe, always and forever.” And with those words I close my eyes, arms wrapped tightly around Ambers waist as hers are around mine and attempt to fall asleep.

[lucaspflp]

FREEMAN (Garou)

[vibrantjuxtaposition]

[nahokura]

"I'm watching Sherlock for the plot"

The plot:

(+ Ben and Martin)

[abatilus]

[anttard115]

Freeman

alternative BG

[rose-in-blue]

As much as I loved the first episode, I really wish they'd given at least a simple, basic reason why the Mirror Captain Freeman was at Starbase 80... i guess it just felt like an unfinished plot line that I don't think they'll touch on later in the season

[evilneo]

TALKING OF HORROR THO. the hlvrv universes could so easily be a horror with some slight tone changes.

Y2KVR has some creepypasta computer shit and also Gordon Bs body was left outside the computer, hollow and alone. inside the computer his memories and mind slowly decay and he gets infected with a virus that makes everything so,,,, saccharine no matter the tone of the worsening situation

Roleswap has a glitched entity that shouldnt exist gain sentience, come back from being killed and crawl out of the computer to enact revenge on the one to play his game and kill him (though i think everything that Freenell touches inevitably dissolves into a slice of life romcom lmao <3 Neo and his beaft of un-nature. Swap and his autism creature.)

Mad Science has a young scientist fall into a mysterious substance and mutate irreversibly. Doc finds family like him, but theyre wiped out in an incident where xhes the sole survivor, and in xir desperation to get his family back she makes a deal with a malevolent entity who will manipulate and backstab her for his own gain.

Worldstop IS a horror for Player and Malcom. its about control and identity and possession and loss of self, and being put in the body you unknowingly wronged as punishment / having your sense of control and personhood stripped away from you to the point that people are meeting the thing puppeting you before they even know you exist, and to you, hes from a whole new layer of reality above yours that can bend the world to his whim. you can never escape a bored god.

The Administrative Timeline is also a horror for everyone involved. Freeman gets his personality, memories, history, all stripped away all because one man didnt care. all of the admins lives were completely derailed because of C's father. Freeman can never truly return to who he once was and Admin C shoulders the guilt, even if its not his fault at all.

[sevnofnines]

STAR TREK: LOWER DECKS 1.01 | Second Contact

[unhumanrights]

GIFs from Lower Decks S01E04, "Moist Vessel" (again, sorry if you hate that word)

[souls-archives]

"But I'm alone in this world, guess I'm an alien"

Freeman Chapter 1. (tags: @imobsessed123 @thishumanformislimiting @multi-fandom-lunatic @siennamakeschaos @innereverblaze)

Fitz stared up at the ceiling with his teal eyes, bored out of his telepathic mind. He had no one to talk to at the moment, and it left him alone with nothing to do. His friends were... Out. Somewhere. Probably on dates. Biana and Tam, they're a thing. Dex and Linh too. And of course... Sophie and Keefe.

The thought alone made the golden boy groan in frustration and annoyance. He was left alone by all of his friends, since he didn't have a lover among the friend group. After a little while, he sat up and pondered what to do while no one was around the house. Alden had went out and had Della. It was "confidential" matters apparently. Of course. Working at the council meant you'd be holding a bunch of secrets and stuff.

Eventually, Fitz stood up, atalked to his closet, pulled out a teal tunic with golden embroidery, and changed into it. He decided that he could go to Atlantis to pass the time. Maybe buy somw trinkets or buy a new tunic. Maybe grab something to eat along the way. Grabbing his imparter (just in case), he walked out his room and to the leapmaster.

His legs bought him to a sparkling room where crystals dangled from the ceiling. Low and high. Sharp and smooth. Each crystal cut into specific shapes and colorfully colored to represent each place it could go. Fitz didn't have to go far to find the Atlantis crystal. It was a deep Cobalt blue to represent its underwater status and cut into a shape that almost looked like a dagger blade with 3 ends.

After taking a deep breath, he pulled on the crystal and a warm light immediately enveloped him in what could only be described as a warm hug on a winter day. Almost as quick as it appeared, it was gone, leaving him on the ledge where a bottle lay. He picked it up, opened it, and was immediately dragged down. Of course, as expected, he landed on a sponge like... Thing and found himself in the bustling city of Atlantis.

Fitz stood up and dusted himself off before sliding off and securing his feet to the cobblestone. The city was as big and bright as it usually was. It was basically Manhattan in the Elvin world! He walked around, tried keeping a low profile, and ended up in a restaurant. Luckily, not a lot of people were in, so he was able to get a seat pretty quickly.

He ordered some Brattails and Butterblasts and then waited. While waiting, he suddenly hears a familiar voice from the table next to him. Biana. What was she doing here. Fitz turned around and there she was. His younger sister. As pretty as an elf can get. With her chocolate brown hair tried into a braid and adorned with a golden hair piece. She wore an off sleeve cream dress with ruffles, frills, amd ribbons. She was, seemingly, on a date with Tam (Who was sitting across her, eating a slice of pocaroot pie).

Fitz was about to call her over until he heard what they were talking about. Biana was going on about a sleepover as Everglen and Tam added small comments about it from time to time.

"It'll be so fun! We'll have everyone over!" She exclaimed excitedly, her teal eyes lighting up. Tam, ever the stoic, simply nodded along and took anothet bite of his pie. "Sophie, Keefe, Linh, Dex, everyone!"

"And, of course, Fitz. He's your brother afterall" Tam added nonchalantly.

Biana paused and her teal eyes that held excitement faltered. She then rolled her eyes and pushed some of her mallowmelt before mutter a begrudging "Yea"

[overseer-picard]

As a real life horse girl, I present:

Starfleet Captains as Different Kinds of Horse Girls

The actual canonical horse girls:

Kirk: The Show Off. Kirk is genuinely a great rider with soft hands and a good seat, but due to this high skill level and his natural disposition, he can be overconfident and do dumb things that result in injury and/or (according to McCoy) death. He loves a flashy horse with high chrome (white markings) to match his own dashing looks.

Picard: The Spiritual. Picard seeks connection with his horse, who he sees as an equal, and hones his skill-set as a rider to maximize this communication. Riding is a relaxing, emotionally cleansing activity for him that centers his mind. He has this quote stamped into his saddle: "When you first meet a horse, his instinct tells him you are a predator. Gain his trust, and you become his protector."

Pike: The Cowboy. Pike's horse is his companion and he rides to reconnect with the past when times were simpler. Not picky with breeds or looks, he’s content with his fuzzy Quarter Horse. He relishes the freedom of open skies and endless plains, the solid earth beneath him keeping him grounded.

NOT canonical horse girls (but could be if they just believed):

Janeway: The Competitor. Dressage, cross country, show jumping, she does them all. Hair slicked back, jodhpurs tight, boots polished, Janeway enters the ring to win. And she does. She chooses horses that have the same fire and intensity that she does and together they are an unbeatable team.

Sisko: The Polo Player. Ball is life, even on a horse. Sisko's team of competitive polo ponies are trained to a tee. He relishes the intensity of the game, the teamwork, and the difficulty of the hand-eye coordination. Winning isn't as important as the thrill of not dying.

Archer: The horseless. Archer is the kid you knew in middle school who was obsessed with horses and knew everything about them but never had one. Instead, he settled with pretending his dog was a horse. I cannot emphasize enough how much this man oozes naive horse girl energy.

Freeman: The Rehabilitator. Freeman rode competitively when she was younger but now has found a great sense of purpose in seeking out the broken and forgotten horses. She focuses on the "dangerous and un-fixable" off-the-track thoroughbreds and rehabilitates them to become their best selves.

*I do not know enough about the various Disco captains to have thoughts on them but Saru has actual horse energy.

[zaineashe]