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[afraidofchange]

them.

[iamselfmade]

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You are the SWEETEST omg thank you!! My heart is very full right now omg

You’re such a delight and I’m very excited to write with you.

And Hugh loves you too.

[strings-have-been-cut]

Kitchen

Try as he might, Data had never been good at cooking. On the Enterprise, Commander Riker had invited Data and others to his quarters in order to prepare them a home cooked meal. He had imparted some wisdom to Data about requiring ‘subtlety’ and ‘flair’ when preparing a meal. This was something that Data had never mastered. Baking is a bit easier due to the straightforward directions, but flavours remain a mystery to him in all contexts. He will either arbitrarily choose flavours based on aesthetic or nutritional value which usually ends up with some hilarious and terrible combinations. 

One thing he does excel at, however, is bartending. Data is very good at remembering orders, following drink recipes, and he finds something endearing about the traditional relationship of a bartender and their patrons.

Send a word and I will write a drabble or headcanon based on it

[garakk]

@parallaxedcaptain // Captain Janeway

Ships docked at all hours every day on Deep Space 9, and none of them concerned Garak. Unless, of course, they were of some use to him. Occasionally, he tangled himself in the affairs of illegal traders or those willing to bring him things of value - information, news, even comfort foods from Cardassia Prime. These visits were few and far between, however and, of course, never involved Starfleet vessels. 

Despite having no connection to them and having no desire to know about them in any regard, Garak always seemed to know when a Starfleet ship was docking. An excited buzz took the station by storm, and twice as many officers in primary colours flooded the Promenade. Commander Dax often threw parties then, and Quark’s was teeming with Terrans or Vulcans or other groups that couldn’t pay the Ferengi directly. It often resulted in Garak losing his lunches with Dr. Bashir and hiding from the masses in his shop. 

Starfleet officers rarely appeared out of uniform, so he could never count on them to come in and make a purchase. Not that he wished they would. Most Starfleet types were notoriously naive. Doe-eyed and wistful with a disillusioned view of the Federation. Garak had a distaste for the whole organization in general. He was sure the crew of this Voyager would be no different.

[sfcwilliams]

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spotify wrapped.  - @parallaxedcaptain

“Normally, I don't get down with dudes,” Anita’s gruff bit of laughter follows the statement - and it sounds absurd having to say it aloud, but the current situation didn’t exactly look great for her or Elliott, for that matter, considering what Janeway had walked in on. “Look, Captain, you don’t gotta worry about that kinda fraternization, ma’am. Promise. Witt’s just... an idiot lookin’ for advice, but he’s a hands-on learner, y’know? You just... came in at the wrong time.”

[fyrewalks]

“uh,” jo turns around slowly. they’re not in any trouble, at least they don’t think, but there’s a tingle down their spine like they’ve been caught with their hand in a cookie jar anyway. “i’m cadet mccoy. i think i’m a bit lost.” // @parallaxedcaptain​

[murroyilodel]

Senses and Other Oddly Specific Headcanons

1. What does your muse smell like?

Sweet spices and fresh flowers. Esmeralda values personal hygiene, regardless of the era she lives in. In Disney verse, she learnt from the older women that hygiene plays a large part in keeping healthy. And so while she may be poor, she makes it a priority to always have soap. Soap in medieval times is usually made from olive oil, as it is commonly available. She usually purchases soap that contains minced lavender leaves or the like. Her clothes, she boils them in water with herbs and spices. In modern times, Esmeralda also uses products that are lavender-based, given that her parents now live in Aix-en-Provence and sends them to her in Paris from time to time. As a perfume however, she has one that comprises mainly roses and cinnamon.

2. What do your muse’s hands feel like?

Small and soft with lithe fingers, there is no hardness about Esmeralda's hands just like Esmeralda herself, as her fingers tend to soothe and welcome others. But one must not be disingenuous and be blind to reality either. Disney Esmeralda has coarse calluses on her palms which her modern counterpart does not, because she is constantly doing chores such as making fires, carrying buckets of water, and repairing things in the Court of Miracles.

3. What does your muse usually eat in a day?

Simple tastes for a simple soul. Disney Esmeralda eats whatever she can afford, and that usually means bread, cheese and stews / soups made of any vegetables or questionable meats that she gets when stalls have sold their best products and wish to close. In modern times, Esmeralda grew up on her mother's hearty Romani dishes with Spanish influences, such as stuffed peppers, cabbage rolls, and Spanish tortillas. After Esmeralda moved to Paris and can no longer enjoy her mother's cooking, she begins to try different French cuisine, though she mostly falls back on foods she is familiar with. She also has a sweet tooth and indulges in them at least once a week by checking out different cafes or patisseries as she walks or cycles around Paris.

4. Does your muse have a good singing voice?

Her blushes! Esmeralda is not tone-deaf and she can carry a tune, but she considers her singing mediocre at best (a less harsh critic may call her singing pleasant though nowhere near professional standard). Esmeralda does not sing in public, and has to be coaxed by friends or family to do so in private settings.

5. Does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks?

Unconscious mannerisms forever ingrained. Anyone who knows Esmeralda well enough will notice that her hand wanders up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear whenever she is nervous or uncomfortable. She also speaks at a quicker pace.

6. What does your muse usually look like / wear?

Free-spirited. Esmeralda wears dresses / blouses with loose skirts, as she likes to move freely. No tight skirts for her. In Disney verse in any case, there are not many choices because she has limited belongings including clothes. In modern times, she does wear trousers / tights and she adopts elements of the Parisian style, like this. That said, one practical thing that she does which may be frowned upon by Parisians but she does not care is that she does not wear stilettos at all. Heels / pumps, yes, not stilettos. They are uncomfortable and harm the feet, and as a ballerina, Esmeralda looks after her feet.

7. Is your muse affectionate? How much? How so?

Bright affection. Esmeralda is very physically affectionate, and she shows her sheer delight by hugging those she loves or kissing their cheek or smiling sincerely. She also shows her care and interest by listening intently to what they say or through little actions such as making tea or chocolate.

8. What position does your muse sleep in?

As little space as possible. Esmeralda sleeps curled on the side, brought on by years of sleeping in that fetal position during her childhood. In Disney verse, she used to travel in a bandwagon with other children and women. In modern times, when her family was much poorer when they moved to France, they stayed in a one-room apartment and all slept on the same bed.

9. Could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room?

No. In a world where Romani are considered criminals by virtue of race, stealth is key, and Esmeralda moves with grace - and silence - along the streets of medieval Paris. In modern times, Esmeralda is also light-footed. But anger her, and you will hear her voice ring across a large space!

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[sanctamater]

Q. WHAT WERE YOUR HANDS MEANT TO DO?

A. PRAY. Not necessarily to a god, but to hope. To family. In mud you see art. In shadows you see color. If the world fell apart around you, you would start gluing the pieces back together. Life tastes bitter but you like the bite. Those around you are inspired by your kindness, by your faith, by your hope. You might not speak often, but your words are the loudest in the room. You are rain and its ability to seep into every crack, the promise of new life.

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[womanlives]

which type of love interest would you be in a dating sim?

THE SWEETHEART WITH AN ENIGMATIC DARK PAST.

You're always polite and kind with others. That makes people feel comfortable around you and many would consider you a close friend. However, you seldom feel connected with those around you. You feel like they don't know you, the real you, and they never will because you'll never allow them. It takes a great amount of time and trust for you to show yourself as you truly are, because you repress most of your feelings and desires, and mask them with a calm and collected personality. It just seems easier that way, safer. But remember that if you bottle everything up, it will explode one day, maybe in ways you aren't proud of.

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[imafirefly]

answer these & tag people you’d like to know better/catch up with!

Last song: Holding Onto Smoke - Motionless in White

Currently reading: Not a huge reader anymore, but listening to Orphan Black: The Next Chapter currently.

Currently watching: Horrible at starting new shows, someday I’ll start all the shows I’ve been meaning to watch. Probably The Son of Sam documentary on Netflix is next up

Last movie: The Mummy Returns - I’m currently having a mummy movie marathon cause why not

Currently craving: Sweet pork enchiladas but they’re closed on Sundays :( 

Tagged by: @multusxcastalides​

Tagging: @cantxswim @afraidofchange @parallaxedcaptain @by-arrow-and-bullet @thiingswelose @13thx  whoever else wants to do it!

[starfleetsmutineer]

𝙵𝚊𝚗  𝙵𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗  𝚃𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜  𝚃𝚒𝚎𝚛  𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝  𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛

Tagged by; No one, took it from my Marvel blog

Tagging: @starsdestined​ @astraldestiny @endsjustify @sadnessruns @terres-arides @contextforkings @nightsung @enastrcs @fasciinating @parallaxedcaptain​ @abscondo​

[afraidofchange]

janeway/shep #14

a hundred different kisses | @parallaxedcaptain

Aboard star ships and military cruisers, seeing the stars as vast and wide as they are is never quite the same from a planet side view; though, the Commander lays with her arm behind her head, leg and prosthesis crossed at the ankles upon the blanket beneath herself and the good Captain. The sound of frogs on the pond and insects chittering fills the open countryside of her wife's Indiana homestead.

It's peaceful - a stark contrast to the state of the world only four years ago, nearly to the day.

It's then, Alice Shepard wonders, if that's why Kathryn has suggested this evening be spent in the calm quiet of the night; old war wounds seem to ache more than usual this time of year - a reminder of another time.

Shepard's free hand loosely holds Janeway's in hers in the space between them. As the night progresses, and the sky remains clear, eventually, that space dissipates with Kathryn pressed up against her side.

For warmth, she provides a reason, even though she doesn't need to. Shepard's arm wraps around her out of habit, and only momentarily does her piercing gaze move away from its fixation on the sea of stars to that of wine-coloured lips and auburn hair, and eyes that, even in the moonlight, still appear as dark as the depths of a stormy ocean.

"For warmth," Shepard repeats verbatim before leaning down to kiss her lover, slow and arduous, forgoing the 'why', and living in the now. Together and alone, in sanctuary beneath the stars, and into the night.

[iamselfmade]

" you didn't think we'd just abandon you, did you? "

He had come so close to being reassimilated. He was still shaking. His face twitched and his breaths came in shaky, but he managed a weak smile. “I thought you might find me.”

He gave a nervous laugh. “I just... wasn’t sure if it would be in time or not.”

[anderwhohn]

9 PEOPLE TAG GAME -  ANSWER THESE & TAG 9 PEOPLE YOU’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER/CATCH UP WITH!

Last song: War - Poets of the Fall

Currently reading: Love and War by Paul Cornell (Doctor Who EU)

Currently watching: The Witcher (finally)

Last movie: Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory (not that @wwxnka had anything to do with that one at all /s)

Currently craving: allergy meds (got exposed to cigarette smoke, which I’m severely allergic to. Even just the residue clinging to someone was enough to set off my allergies... ugh...)

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Tagging: @canspotatimeagent, @drapetxmaniia, @wxyfxring, @dxctxrii, @yeomandr, @illiumflower, @mantis-scope, @parallaxedcaptain, & YOU!

[kes-ocampa]

Book Club

She lingered after the others had gone. It was a fine thing to attend something sponsored by the Captain, and she was far from the only one there.

But Kes wanted more, and she waited.

It had seemed to her that the majority of attendance had been there for fellowship and refreshments, but Kes was burning with questions. It had seemed in that time that no one had questions like hers. Nothing complex. Nothing that even seemed to vaguely challenged the Prime Directive, nor the Secondary nor the Third. Kes had listened more than she spoke, but she still had burning questions. So she lingered. So she waited. So she stood beside the remains of the layout of food as if she might choose something, but she did not.

She waited, listening, until she was the last in the room. then Kes went and sat across from the Captain, silent but eagerly awaiting permission to speak with wide blue eyes.

(( @parallaxedcaptain ))

[sfcwilliams]

MUN  vs.   MUSE

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