#ic; to be me

[iamselfmade]

Ever since the little “Soong family reunion,” the android had been gallivanting around Federation space. And, at first, he was gloating in his accomplishments; he had successfully confiscated his brother’s emotion chip, and although he still didn’t feel whole, at least the knowledge of Data’s impasse ensured him that neither of them would ever truly be perfect. However, after his many attempts at integrating himself into other organisations, such as the Rigellian Hunters, Suliban Nomads, and Nausicaan Outlaws, Lore had discovered that even those species had their prejudices toward artificial lifeforms ⸺ they were just as terrible as humans. This realisation made him feel an excruciating loneliness, which brought him to the conclusion to cease his illegal enterprises and roam the galaxy on his own, wishing, hoping he would find a place, a planet, where he could pursue his dreams and live among kindred spirits; individuals who would understand him, because they were like him, lost and forgotten…

   The Romulan Warbird he had commandeered from a Nausicaan Outlaw after he had double-crossed the idiot, was on auto-pilot until its sensors intercepted a distress call from a moon not far away from his current position. Curiosity, an intrinsic characteristic in every Soong-type android, compelled him to investigate, and he tapped the coordinates into the console, altering the Warbird’s trajectory.

   When the vessel arrived at its destination, Lore scanned the moon’s desolate surface for life signs. There was one, but how peculiar, it was half-humanoid, half-artificial. A cyborg? A Borg?

   Lore beamed down to the surface of the moon, and one glance at the lifeform confirmed his suspicions; a lonesome Borg. A smug grin was conjured to his synthetic countenance; he was going to derive great pleasure from taunting one of the Federation’s greatest foes. However, his resolution wavered when he advanced and realised that the Borg was… Wait. Were those tears? Was that Borg crying?

   Awkwardly, the android became stationary and whistled to garner the boy’s attention. Perhaps he could deal with the kid and salvage the ship? But then another thought struck him: what if this boy had been abandoned by the Collective? Discarded by his family, just like him? But what if it wasn’t? What if this was a trap?

   ‘D’you need a ride?’ he asked promptly, throwing all caution to the wind. ‘Because it doesn’t look like you’re going to get anywhere with that piece of scrap,’ he pointed out, gesturing to the crashed shuttle, which was clearly Borg in design. ‘My name’s Lore. What’s yours? Do Borg even have names?’

@spacetimewriter (Lore, cont. from here)

Funny. He had been so upset he hadn’t even noticed when this new stranger approached. He didn’t notice until the man whistled.

The man, an android, looked so much like Data it made Hugh’s heart ache even more and his face twisted up all over again. He sniffled and choked back a sob that escaped his throat in such a small hiccup. He missed Data. He missed Geordi. He missed Geordi so much! And Beverly!! Oh, he missed her warm smile. How she smelled how Hugh imagined a mom might smell. Floral, in a soft and gentle way.

But this wasn’t Data. He said his name was Lore and asked if he needed a ride. Was that an offer?

“My name is Hugh,” he answered, voice tight with emotion. It sounded so strange to his own ears. Strangled, like it was being forced through the vocal implant by a fist in his lungs. “I’m stuck. I’m not Borg anymore and the Collective-” He cut himself off as fresh tears began to fall. “The Collective doesn’t want me anymore.”

No one did.

“I’m stuck,” he repeated. “I’m stuck.”

He did need a ride off the moon. He just wished it was the Enterprise taking him back. The Enterprise was warm, comfortable, he’d even be okay being trapped in the brig for awhile. At least he had company. Guards, but they counted. This was the closest thing to homesick he’d likely experience. Rejected by two homes, now. If he could call them homes.

He hugged himself. “I don’t know what to do.”

[sabertoothwalrus]

wait a second wait a second wait a second wait a second wait a s

[bethanythebogwitch]

[lungthief]

sometimes u just gotta remind yourself that while ace attorney is about law and justice and stuff it is also about a bunch of young adults living in [CALIFORNIA]

[ratective]

i think they would’ve let simon crash for some time after the series finale only to be faced with the devastating consequences of that decision

[lukitua]

"You're too big for that now, sweetling."

Dany and Viserion portrait because I miss my girls

[kimdokjas]

though the movie might be cancelled, yuri on ice will live forever in our hearts. thank you yoi fandom, it's been real ♡

[mebssann]

"You'd be living in a castle with food and medicine and trained squirrels to tend to your every need."

bonus ver w/o text and extra doodle:

[es0tericdoll]

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[3liza]

incredible to me that in the age of spending minimum $100 for groceries for one person every three weeks where i live, people are still online like "dairy is bad for you because it has a lot of calories". at this point im calculating calories per dollar at the grocery store and youre still stuck in "fat bad" mindset from 1980. you are an absurd person to me. laughable

[iamselfmade]

“If there is one thing I know about pie… it is that it does not look like this.” ⸺ Data’s attempt at constructive feedback (keyword being attempt; boi has literally no idea what he’s doing).

Hugh looked back down at the atrocity he had created. Despite being put in the oven in a round tin, it came out lumpy and vaguely fish shaped. The temperature of the oven had been far too high- the top crust was seared beyond recognition but the bottom crust was raw. It had, at one point in time, been an apple pie. Now, who knew? The apples had long since gone to hell.

A playful smile tugged at his lips. He looked back up at Data. "Do you think I could convince Commander Riker to try some?"

[hinamie]

surprise it's yuri!!!in 2024

[gongyussy]

the h in nhl stands for homoerotic

bonus intricate rituals:

[large-ape-humongous]

Laios Finnish phenotype real

[slightlyartist]

Alex Hirsch did this to every character but McGucket was his personal punching bag for real