Stephanie Garber, The Ballad Of Never After

That should have been a query; Whether or not I would understand. 🖖🏽 an independent selective blog for T'PRING of STAR TREK: STRANGE NEW WORLDS and personal headcanons. / loved by sam.

If you use an AI program to write your replies why the fuck are you even in the PRC?

The vastness of space was harrowing as it was inviting. She stood there, not more than four foot two, her small button-nose pressed against the window, where she took a great deep breath as the two amber eyes setting behind thick glasses invited in the abyssal darkness running endlessly to forever-and-a-day and beyond. That darkness, however, was also consuming. Consuming in a way that it became a vivid awareness starting as a cold feeling in her toes, that crept up her legs and knobby-knees like a spindly legged spider. An awareness that told her something very old and very slow moved out in that sprawling void. She dearly loved space; but this was ancient space where strange things lurked in the bones and dust of long dead stars and systems. Pushing back from the window, she looked down the long narrow white hallways, the calm blinking lights on the panels of the wall split a joyful grin across her face, following a dreamy kind of impulse to idle left down the corridor – occasionally giving her high-top, cherry red sneakers an intentional squeak for the sake of the sound alone. After a seemingly arbitrary wander, she had arrived at a rather large arch. Each door panel had a frosted window, with a very long and important looking panel next to it with a constant stream of information, leaving her with a keen feeling she should go inside. 

The doors opened with the pleasant sound that reminded her of paper sliding against paper; revealing behind them a room that did not disappoint her expectations. All manner of soft white light illuminating even brighter floors, walls and counters. Instruments with great silver knobs and dials, glass jars and beakers of every shape and size containing materials and liquids of every color in the rainbow, and some colors she was certain she had never seen up close with her own eyes. It was perhaps one of the most magnificent rooms she had ever seen or at the very least was certainly amongst her top ten favorite rooms she had ever been in.

An interesting thread of thought of favorite rooms entertained her while she peered closely at what had appeared to be a sentient kind of liquid, undulating in a closed jar, when she noticed two great, earthy brown eyes peering through the same jar on it’s opposite side.

She did not scream (she was, afterall, very brave – which she knew to be true, because everyone in her family had said so), but rather gasped sharply and covered her mouth to avoid more sounds coming out of it, and stepped to the side so she could see clearly to whom the eyes belonged. A boy.

A Vulcan boy.

She almost stated this very fact. She had the impulse to state a great many facts just then, because she knew more about the planet Vulcan than anyone in her class.

Even Junior Thomas, who claimed he knew everything and he didn’t even know the difference between the Vulcan Ambassador to Earth, Sarek, and Surak the Vulcan who (as she believed) invented logic. He was so stupid. And she was right. And she should say it. And she did. And then sometimes her teacher had to write a letter home to her mother for being unkind.

She resisted sharing any of this information with him with a tremendous effort on her part, for she was profoundly curious and fascinated by a great many and all things Vulcan, as it was one of her most favorite subjects in the whole galaxy to discuss with anyone willing to listen (and very occasionally the unwilling). She had only ever even seen, in person, a very few Vulcans and normally they were there to have very serious and grown-up conversations with her parents.

Vulcans were very grown up.

The boy hadn’t even spoken and she could tell that he was very grown up.

“Hi!” She winced, noting the over excitement in her own voice.

“Hello,” she began again, a little more seriously, in an attempt to try and sound more adult.

“My name is Nyota Uhura and three facts about me are that I really love space, Carl Sagan is my favorite scientist, and I just turned nine years old.”

Gingerly, Nyota rocked on the balls of her feet hoping with a great tremendous leap of her heart that he would be interested in looking at the Carl Sagan hardcover book in her backpack, complete with full color pages of planets. It was a very old book that her grandfather gave her for her birthday and it was currently her third most favorite thing she owned.

@fasciinating

alright — who did it?

@fasciinating , @vacantwar , @invictasol

Kirk, his breasts bloody

80's AU.

@endeavvor, @ensnchekov, @scrapratsoldier, @haiiling, @hiippocrates

   Weep, little lion man

                         You're not as brave as you were at the start

                        selective. kelvin timeline focused. crossover friendly. dash only

OK MY TREKKIE DEARHEARTS : who wants to really be slutty and do some real hot girl shit with me?

what does that entail you ask ?

WELL MY FRIEND - what say you to getting our tiddies out for a real, live, bonafide —

adventure thread ?

marooned on a barrren planet?

covert away mission?

a holodeck catastrophe episode?

something i haven’t even dreamt of?

can’t think of a plot but still want to?

n e v e r f e a r !

plotting is my favorite tune dialed up until the knob snaps off; i can build us a unique and interactive plot to get started!

shipping is fantastic, but y’all i am literally sending out a call to adventure!

we’re SPACE EXPLORERS ( well writing muses who are / adjacent to lolol ) boldly fucking around and finding out! your muse doesn’t need to be a star trek muse, you just need to have a willingness to want to go on a space adventure - can just be a one off or a plot we turn into a bigger story arch

so what do you say hot guys, gals, and non-binary pals — wanna murk a couple of npc red shirts with me?

then hit that heart ❤︎︎

( i’ll send an adventure starter. don’t be shy sliding into my dms to plot specifics & multis specify muse ! )

stay hydrated & stay classy, rpc 🖖

@haiiling

“You could have an emotional connection to a shoe on the side of the road — and I don’t mean that as a negative.”

@brooklynislandgirl

@wcrpbubble [ also tagging brandy! ] AHHHHHH, MY GUY, MY LOVE, JL

Happy Pi(card) Day!

Thank you @frogayyyy for the inspiration :') he's glorious