#tuhmira

[lookedinfinite]

" i thought it would be more pleasing to engage with you socially " from @tuhmira

romulan is quiet, terribly so, yet she has been her entire life.  she's heard what people think of it: the malice they believe to be in what are actually shy actions, the way they nothing of her or her upbringing.  she'd been raised vulcan after all  -  a lie that lingers in her core, that exhausts her. a quarter vulcan, a quarter human. neither is enough to cancel out the half that gave her pointed ears, the subtle ridges hidden by fringe, the anxious fiddling with the straw that had been in her drink.

"I don't think I've heard it described as 'pleasing' before."

it borders on dry joke, lacking in any sharpness, simply the slight distance of practiced self-defence. "I saw you compete once. you're very talented."

[endeavvor]

@tuhmira sent "it seems that 'to fit' the world or to make sense of it requires either reason or arms."

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Jim's head had been tilted back, resting slightly against the wall behind him. It was a misleadingly at ease pose with his arms folded across his chest. But one eye cracks open, the blue almost stark and electric as it slides towards them. It dips from the top of their head, around the shape of their ears, tracing jaw and incline of their neck, coming to rest on their arms.

The Vulcan is not lacking in one, but that would be taking the statement severely at face value. While he's not above stating the obvious, he'd rather not deal with the leveled gaze that would no doubt follow.

So he tilts back forward, opening both eyes and fixing his gaze on them in earnest.

"Is that what you want? To fit the world?"

[fyrewalks]

stop. i have misjudged you. // @tuhmira

Jo's lip thin. They're discomfort is obvious, and Jo does not like how easy they are to read.

"I could continue on." Jo isn't one to backdown, though they want to. They've revealed more then they ordinarily would, all in the effort of dissuading the assumptions made against them.

[entriprises]

@tuhmira ♡ for a randomized starter ! you got : JEN 

it whizzes past jen's head, prompting a very serious, "did you actually aim for that or did i just get lucky?"

[yes7erdays]

"You're always talking about what you can and can't do but you never tell me the rules." from tuhmira?

❛⠀ i thought that was self-explanatory,⠀ ❜⠀clara says, motioning for t'mira to keep up with a glance backward, berry red lips twitching into the smallest of smirks. ❛⠀ your rules come from me.⠀ ❜⠀ it was as simple as that.

there was no addendum to the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy. clara knew what was right and what was wrong, how to mold time and wink herself out of existence. careless pathway across the galaxy not as random as it looked from the outside.

❛⠀ tell you what: behave, and i'll answer three of your questions.⠀ ❜⠀ a beat passes before she adds, lips pursing. ⠀ ❛⠀ after we kill the president.⠀ ❜⠀

dialogue starters from DOCTOR WHO SEASON 9.

[wcrpbubble]

❝ that storm doesn’t seem to be going anywhere. ❞ from tuhmira for janeway or deanna?

it's the worst possible situation for trying to maintain contact with voyager. the ionic storm that's overwhelmed the colony had presented a threat since the moment they'd beamed down and while kathryn had tried to stick to a set schedule on the diplomacy talks, a delay in the form of an insurgence attack had delayed everything and now the storm is upon them. apparently common for this planet, which is why outside communications are sparse. at the current moment, it's prevented any communication to voyager, and there's not a chance of teleports back until the storm clears off. from what she's gathered from the locals, sometimes it can take days. even weeks.

while not ideal, it gives them time to investigate the attack on the diplomacy talks, to try and prevent another attack happening while they're still planet-side. the planet and it's citizens are eligible to join the federation and while kathryn hopes everything goes through, it's the riot groups they have to content with. splinter groups who would rather see their species burn than join the likes of the federation.

she hates playing politics.

"i think you're right. we're gonna be here a few days at least." kathryn remarks lowly. she's staring out the windows at the ion storm, the lights flashing through the clouds beyond. it's a nasty bit of work and not work the risk of trying to communicate with voyager up in the atmosphere. it'll hold while they try and figure out what's going on, though kathryn wishes they were better armed.

"at the very least, it does help us in a way. our rebel group will have to lay low in the city; their transports out will be grounded just as much as we are. we have a very fragile window of opportunity to find them and bring them in."

@tuhmira

[endeavvor]

There is no time to be self conscious of the goggles that mark him as undeniably human; lacking an extra lid to protect him from the wind and sand that would pelt and damage his vision. There is only the sheer force of adrenaline that courses through him as they push the speeders to their limits.

At the time, they are young. One more unbridled by responsibility than the other. A grin that forms more easy, white against sun-kissed skin and red dust.

There you are, his expressions says, betraying his thoughts as his gaze is steady and searching at T'Mira's response. Not emotional, but something. Once they've stopped and he's pushed the eye protection up into his hair. The only clean space left.

He enjoys being an enigma and feeding on the lack of impulse control. In short, he is a bad influence. Yet, he is not insensitive, and it bleeds into his tone as he poses a question. "Do you feel guilty taking a break from it all?"

the sun bares down relentlessly as t'mira races across the dunes. away from any nearby town she allows herself to revel in the unbridled exhilaration, tightening their fingers around the control and pushing the speeder harder, feeling the engine surge beneath and mosiac of oranges and reds become a blur.

@endeavvor said : what could be greater than this?

they steal a sidelong glance as jim calls out over the wind. the curl of a small smile begins, "very little," they shout, her voice betraying a rare excitement.

[ltnsingh]

people i'd like to get to know better

last song i listened to : cloud nine by evanescence currently watching : ( rewatching ) st: lower decks spicy/savory/sweet : savory relationship status : single current obsession(s) : iced coffee, reading ( currently I'm working my way through the expanse series and continuing the witcher series ), actual practical self care ( more exercise, cutting down on caffeine, less social media ), trek, storm chaser youtube

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[b4rtlet]

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@tuhmira - star trek oc, vulcan olympian

[pathlit]

⤷ ✧ @tuhmira said, ❝ i have little to no idea what you’re talking about. ❞

❛ that's... pretty par for the course, honestly. ❜ her nose wrinkles as she considers that idiom, just one more of the many whose origins remain obscure to her. she'd looked it up once ( something to do with golf ) but then she'd filed it away in the category of 'I don't actually care' and moved on. without excising it from her vocabulary, apparently. ❛ it's one of those things... hmm... ❜ she pauses, searching for an equivalent upon which to draw, before finding herself bereft of cultural context and shrugging.

❛ did vulcans have theories about the world — or about people's brains and how they work — that were widely embraced despite being just darn plain stupid? ❜ lottie does not wait for a response in the affirmative before continuing, ❛ it's one of those things. ❜

[lookedinfinite]

" at least fill me in before you go. " from @tuhmira

maeve's good at keeping to herself.  some days, she wonders where it comes from:  if upbringing gave her that deep and heavy silence, or if it was always meant to be hers. as a geneticist brunette knows better than most the difference between nature and nurture, she knows sometimes there's no clear cut answer. when it suits her - when things are good - her heart is easier to spot.

when the world is crushing down on her, as she packs bits from temporary lab she'd been working in, she is calm, quiet. 

"honestly, who knows anymore. section 31 needs me on something." gentle hands push her hair from her face, for once tucking it behind pointed ears as she keeps eyes down and only on what she's doing. "I'm rarely given context. they're upset, so a romulan somewhere did something. maybe a cousin."

[fyrewalks]

[ FAVOR ]: sender goes to the receiver's house to ask them for a favour. // @tuhmira

"This is a peculiar hour," Jim comments, voice dry and eerily similar to the tone Bones' favors when annoyed by something. He blames it on the late hour and really, doesn't feel sorry for it at all.

And while his tone might be a touch harsh, a bit uncharacteristic for him given there's been no lead up or provocation to warrant it, Jim moves aside, gesturing them inside is his quarters.

"So, what is," he asks, hands on his hips as he turns and surveys the Vulcan. Jim is, distantly, grateful he went to bed wearing clothes. "No red alert, so it must not be Enterprise related. Personal matter?" Doubtful, but he asks anyway.

[endeavvor]

For a moment, he looks away, breaking the connection formed between their gazes to glance towards the sky. Jim could concede to the point and the age old thought that anything worth having required work. Most that knew him knew he wasn't one to shy away from a little conflict, and yet, all he'd ever wanted was just to be free.

From what, though, that was the true question.

"Sure, but I also know intimately that things are never quite so linear. The possibilities are truly endless, and there are countless worlds out there just itching to be discovered. So what's really stopping you from going to find one?"

They take the pause in the conversation to examine him in return, catching the flicker of hesitation, wondering what he is holding back and what is going unsaid. It would take very little effort to reach out with her mind and get a better sense with how the gears turning in his mind is reflected clearly across his face, but they stay rooted against the wall giving him the moment he needs to find his words or decide what she gets to know.

"Maybe," they begin slowly, hesitant to waive their stance. "Or maybe it's not obvious because it's something you have to claim for yourself, carve out your own space. What makes it hard being what makes it worth finding."

[tuhmira]

#TUHMIRA single muse blog for original character T'MIRA based in the star trek universe by áine. show and headcanon based. created 29 / 07. mutuals only. low activity.

[lookedinfinite]

" i do wish people would stop asking me that. " from @tuhmira

that's entirely fair enough.  maeve gets it well enough:  how sometimes people pick for information as though picking at a half healed wound.  attempts to help so often backfire -  constant pressure meant to prevent further injury just... making it hurt more. so she puts mug down in front of other, takes a seat where she can observe from a distance.

"noted." so no 'how are you' questions or concerns.

so her tone remains casual, light, allowing other space to evade as much as they might wish.  "are you doing anything this afternoon? anything nice, I mean. a book, a bow, a... something else with a b. boat? botany? brewing?"

[tuhmira]

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