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it’s....  disorienting to say the least,  finding himself waking on a ship that isn’t discovery.  the situation quickly worsens as saru continues his journey to full consciousness brings with it a daunting clarity concerning just which vessel he is on.  oh no.  it’s instinct,  the way his fingers stretch,  feeling for threat ganglia that are no longer there.  as his hand lowers,  saru takes note of a young woman standing,  facing away from him.  perhaps she knows how he got here,  though  ---  somehow  ---  he doubts it.

the decision he comes to,  to act as though he hasn’t the slightest idea where he is,  is a simple one.  it doesn’t occur to saru,  however,  that speaking so naturally in english could very well give him away. 

“pardon me.  hello?”   he doesn’t wait for her to turn before he continues,   “would you mind telling me where i am,  please?”   he may be anxious,  and unsure  ---  a feeling he hates,  after a lifetime of nothing but fear,  with the option now,  to experience other feelings with more prominence  ---  but considering this is technically the first introduction of his people to starfleet,  and humanity by association?  saru is most certainly going to be polite.

@starraised   |   saru & hoshi   |   time travel sc!

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gul dukat is the best villain star trek has ever had. i WISH that kind of writing was happening with discovery. *sighs wistfully*

That would involve Discovery committing to developing a character that isn’t named Michael Burnham.

[noteasilyswayed-arc]

she stands at the back of the classroom. petite frame leaning against the cold wall watching as doctor chris pike gives his lecture to the class. if the students didn’t already know her, she blends in perfectly with them, she’s always been blessed with a youthful look and a small frame, making it easy for her to go unnoticed. which, in all honesty was what she was going for. although, they gave the students no reason to be suspicious of their relations, she had been waiting in his class room ( and vice-versa ) far more than normal as of late. she was going to stick with the notion that if anyone asked, it was about urgent teaching matters------very convincing.

it wasn’t that teachers weren’t allowed to date one and other, it was the fact that alana was all about maintaining professionalism. so was he. but knowing that he was just a couple rooms down the hall made it hard for her to stay away. 

they had been taking the time ot really start to get to know each other lately, and alana found herself thinking about him constantly lately-------it wasn’t a bad thing, but she always had her walls built up so high that it scared her to think about letting them down. but at this point---she was ready.

the class ends and students start filing out one by one, a few of them saying hi to her. she returns their gestures with kindness, and makes her way down to chris’ desk. 

‘ it never fails. ’ she says, walking down the steps, high heels clinking against the wood, smile upon her features. when she finally reaches the bottom of the stairs, she rests one hand gently on the edge of his desk.  ‘ your ability to captivate an audience is breathtaking. ’ she tells him, 

a smol plotted ish starter // @starraised ( chris pike )

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hi dahling! would you be able to make some icons of michael burnham from star trek, discovery? she's played by sonequa martin-green. ps i love you

   I certainly can! I’m capping another episode of Discovery at the moment so I’ll probably just pull from that! Let me know if there’s a specific episode or few you want hers from! 

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“I had a nightmare about you”

“About me? What happened?”

There’s an uncomfortable churning in the Betazoid’s stomach, and no matter how hard she tries, she can’t pin down WHERE the discomfort is coming from. It’s not about the fact this nightmare happened – they weren’t uncommon for Reg, and since she’s someone he sees frequently, it only made sense that she be a subject of a nightmare at some point. What made her uneasy was that this wasn’t her first patient who had said such a thing today – Reg was the FOURTH.

Something like this has to be MORE than a coincidence.

“Tell me as much as you remember.”

Reg is far too on edge to sit down for this, and instead paces around Deanna’s office, the way he often does, hands fidgeting restlessly at his sides. “You -- w-well, you were -- you were --” He winces in memory of it, finally managing, “You were h-hurt. You were very badly hurt. I’m not sure how, I didn’t see what happened, or I don’t... I don’t... remember...”

Giving it a moment longer to see if the answer returns to him, he relents and shakes his head. “I was -- I was trying to get you to, you were asking me for h-help, but every time I -- I d-didn’t get any closer, you were lying there just... crying. The whole time. I couldn’t get there. It... it was awful...”

With a small shudder, he finally sinks down on the couch, foot tapping anxiously against the carpet. “I kn-know it’s stupid. But it just -- I d-don’t know, it really rattled me.”

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“have you always been so wise?”   an odd,  and perhaps silly question,  considering he’s certain he already knows the answer.  all the same,  he asks,  unsure of whether or not he means it seriously or not.   “sometimes it simply seems as if it’s something you must’ve been born with,”   though that could very well have to do with the fact that guinan herself seems an institution.  someone who’s always been,  and always will be,  her presence so reassuring that he finds himself drawn to her,  even in the times that aren’t particularly bad.   @starraised   //  also space bffs???  yes.

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      “ doctor mccoy  .  .  .  to what do i owe the pleasure? ”  khan never lost track of time, so it could not be that he was late for his daily trip to the medbay. he wondered what brought the doctor to him.

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@starraised

        " you can’t trust me, can you? because of my abilities? “

[galaxyraised]

“i hear your mother’s finally left,”   and she doesn’t have to be an empath to realize how relieved deanna must be by that fact  ---  it seems to be common knowledge.   “so i thought you might appreciate some LESS STRESSFUL company,”

@starraised   |   beverly & deanna!

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Yeeeeeeeeah. It’s some bullshit tbh. I like Michael, but… Disco should just be called “Michael Burnham fucks up the universe” since somehow she’s involved in eeeeeverything.

I’m surprised she’s not the reason Stamets and Hugh got back together since she has to be involved in everything less the writers worry we forgot who the main character is.

[noteasilyswayed-arc]

she’s nervous. absolutely and undeniably nervous. but the thing was, she wasn’t entirely sure why she was nervous. when it came to len, alana never had been nervous, except maybe when they first met------------but now that seems like it was many, many moons ago. they were going on a date tonight, perhaps she was just nervous because it was the first time in what felt like ages, that they get to just focus on them and their relationship; no work buffer between them.

they were both workaholics; it made finding time to go on a date nearly impossible. but they made it-----------------------------------or at least she did. she was home, she got ready, and the plan was that he would get ready at work and come pick her up. she sat on the couch anxiously awaiting him arriving home; hoping work didn’t steal him away.

she wore a form fitting dress, even though her features were small, it hugged everything in the right places. it was a crimson red, small straps, with a plummeting neckline. she had been waiting for the perfect time to pull that out of her closet, and this seemed like it.

the longer alana sat there, the more anxious she felt, until finally she heard the door open and the pitter patter of her heard of dogs going to the door. she hears his voice; like sweet music to her ears, and gets up to greet him.

hands wrap around his neck, small kiss pressed to his cheek. ‘ you look handsome, doctor mccoy. ’ she purrs with a coy smile.

         @starraised gets some bones n alana bc ive missed them

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hi darling! could i be so bold as to ask for some icons of linda park as hoshi sato from star trek: enterprise? this can be public, i don't mind. you're the best

   Absolutely! It’s downloading now, and with any luck it’ll be up later tonight or tomorrow. 😊 Any specific episodes you ( or anyone! ) would like done first? If not I’ll just look up episodes centric to Hoshi and pull icons from those! 

EDIT: Here it is!

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a starter for @starraised because self-control? I don’t know her.

“It’s Doctor Bashir, isn’t it?” 

Malcolm, quite without thought ( considering how often he’d been a visitor to Phlox’s sickbay and how ingrained the procedure was in his mind ), made himself at home by hopping up onto a biobed. He’d managed to duck the visit to sickbay the rest of his security team had been subjected to upon their... rather unorthodox arrival to the station, and he’d deftly avoided every subsequent one since. In fact, this would be the first time he’d spoken to Bashir at all. 

Possibly unwise, considering they still weren’t sure if temporal displacement had had an adverse effect, but Malcolm’s inherent dislike of doctors transcended timelines, it seemed. 

“I wouldn’t have bothered you, but I’ve found that I’ve been having... difficulty sleeping this past week.” The entire time he’d been on Deep Space 9, in fact. “And I’ve got this dreadful twinge every time I move my neck too quickly...” 

He brought a hand up to rub at the sore spot, eyes lifting to meet the good doctor’s directly for what might’ve been the first time. 

Oh. 

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“If you want to talk about it,” says Tilly, pausing in her ever unsubtle way, “I’ll listen.” She knows she natters away, too much for her own good, but she’s sure even she can shut up long enough to listen. “I mean, I pushed you to talk to him, so in a way it’s my fault, and if you regret that then I am sorry.” Or maybe she can’t shut up. 

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“there’s a group of klingons set to come aboard today,”   she notes,  as if the other wouldn’t know that already,   “i’m already placing bets on the fact that i'll manage to drink at least one under the table,”   @starraised   //  bc i’ve missed cute space girlfriends

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“i was not flirting with him!”   an indignant scoff,  and a pause,   “he was flirting with me.  it’s completely different,”