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@morgansmornings

chasing the stars

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A FUNNY THING TO COMMIT one’s life to adventure amongst the stars, and yet still be overwhelmed in awe of the infinite splendor of the universe. For a long while she fell into an absorbed gaze with the slow dying star that Starbase 12 had orbited. Then all at once she had been vividly aware of the faintest of warmth from an even fainter touch of fingers to hers. Scotty. A surge of something that teetered on thrill rushed up from her belly, heated by her heart where it left a flush of deep tawny in her cheeks. There was still the giddy sort of excitement that comes with the blush of new love; the kind of newness where the moments come and do so with a flagrant disregard to the laws of time’s passing. Nyota liked when the moments moved very slowly between them, as they did now; where she felt just breathing each other’s air would sew them to a fixed point in time - like the universe reaching through it’s own vast abyss to present to them something infinitely precious. A moment that they may claim, a rooted plot on the cosmic timeline - to exist always until its radiance burned through until the last stars. Then she says a silly thing. He smiles when she does. He already had a coin. For a moment she thinks he’s magic. Then he says a soft thing. Nyota’s hand entangles with his that holds the coin, it’s metal cool against her palm. Their touch was new, tapered, and discreet. Existing in that space where a kiss shared between them numbers a vanishingly thin amount, but each one committed to her memory as though they’d been with her always. She feels the impulse to commit another entry to those memories and rises slowly from her feet so that her mouth might meet his where finally she kisses him. Nyota kisses Scotty and there’s a beat of swirling silence; like the silence that lives between the death of the star and the birth of the supernova. And here is where they’ll crack open the fabric of the cosmos.  Hands moving up and away from his so they could creep featherlight along the avenue of his arms, splaying out flat against his chest, and smoothing the material of his shirt below her fingers. Higher her feet lifted her, deeper her kiss went, and followed by the ascent of her hands to his shoulders; resting finally against either side of his jaw.

The moments between them began disregarding time again, as she was sure she had only just kissed him, yet the swollen ache in her lips suggested otherwise. Just as slowly as she’d risen to meet his mouth did she descend away from it, but held his eyes with hers so she could say, with great conviction in her heart, she answered his question with a much weightier meaning then either might have expected — “Both. Not me. Not you. Us. Both.” She touches her fingers lightly to her mouth feeling that dull ache there, the place where he had been and she could still feel him there; it had struck her why some had described kissing like a kind of fusion. “Both,” she said softer, but committed wholly to what it meant. To Scotty.

"Let's flip coins. Heads, I'm yours. Tails, you're mine."

FACE BREASK INTO A WIDE GRIN. No matter how they flip the coin, it works out in Monty's favor. And Nyota's.

The skin around his eyes crinkle, hues dancing in the pulsing lights of the starbase. Someone thought it was a good idea to have neon light to draw attention to store fronts and galleries.

The station hums under their feet, maintaining its orbit around a dying star. A sight in and of itself but Scotty is trapped by the mischief lining Nyota's mouth.

"Sounds good to me lass. Now, who is doing the flipping?" A hand slips into his pocket as he produces a coin. "You or me?" @haiiling

𝖭 𝖸 𝖮 𝖳 𝖠 𝖴 𝖧 𝖴 𝖱 𝖠 ．

． 𝐼 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠

ᶠʳᵉᵠᵘᵉⁿᶜʸ ᵐᵒⁿⁱᵗᵒʳᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵏ

P R O M O

header, icons & promo credit: @fasciinating

animated dividers: @cafekitsune

[ [ all other edits & graphics done by me ] ]

hello there, i’m 30+ & i am mostly writing in the aos / kelvin timeline, but am happy & open to writing inside other star trek timelines ( specifically tos & snw ), but my portrayal will always be grounded in the concepts of the aos trilogy.

quick guidelines: crossover / oc friendly, 21+, slow-moderate activity, multiship, triggers tagged [ — tw. ] & ooc tagged [ — ooc. ], DMs open for plotting & ooc only, extremely heavy on plotting & world building. some nsfw will appear & tagged accordingly. i do use small text, icons, with minimal formatting. will happily adjust anything for mutuals with eyesight difficulties. please operate with basic roleplay ettiquette & manners.

STAR WARS: REBEL RISING PROMPTS *  assorted lines from the book by beth revis, adjust as necessary ** credit to the amazing vicioushope for providing the content :)

where am i going to run?

welcome to the worst days of your life. 

no one else is here. 

can you teach me how to fight like that?

i’m teaching you everything i can. 

if you’re going to shoot, you always shoot to kill. 

what other information can you give me?

forging takes work and patience. 

i won’t say anything. i just want to listen. 

i want the truth. 

just because you don’t want to hear a truth doesn’t make it less true. 

i’m just here to talk.

i don’t know what you expect of me. 

i’ve heard the rumors. 

i didn’t want to believe it was true. 

i do what needs to be done. 

the resistance needs a martyr. 

don’t give them another thought. 

one fighter with a sharp stick and nothing left to lose can take the day. 

i already knew you were strong enough. 

don’t come any closer.

it’s always rough when it’s your first kill. 

you can’t protect me. 

at least i taught you to protect yourself. 

you constantly amaze me. 

must run in your blood. 

you clean up well.

silence isn’t the same as peace. 

what do you think war is? 

how did you track down the traitor? 

i thought i was going to die. 

that’s not a very high standard. 

i know you like to be in charge. 

i’m coming with you. 

you’re not leaving me behind, are you?

you’re coming back for me, right?

what really makes people work harder is fear. 

can you fly this thing? 

i can fly anything.

i never thought it would be like this. 

it’s over. whatever happened, best not to bring it up again. 

it’s over. you’re safe here. i promise. 

i have seen so much blood. 

i remember the face of everyone who’s died because of me. 

why are you following me?

could i make a difference?

that’s what i’m afraid of. 

it never ends.

how much to fix this?

for what price?

i don’t see how i can help you. 

you do a job and you’re done. 

don’t start a fight you can’t win. 

am i being arrested?

i just want to sleep. 

you could do so much more.

@wcrpbubble

I've never played a more perfect card in the 10 years I've been playing this game

“I don’t want to kiss and tell, but we ruined my dresser during intercourse. Will you go to old San Fran and find one with me?”

@fasciinating

#L1STEN, an independent portrayal of the twelfth doctor, as created in the bbc's ᵈᵒᶜᵗᵒʳ ʷʰᵒ & portrayed by peter capaldi. est 2024. by heretic ──── 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 [ ... ] 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘, 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃. (ᶰᵒᶰ⁻ʳᵖ ᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵈᶰᶤ)

   Weep, little lion man

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

                        selective. kelvin timeline focused. crossover friendly. dash only