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[nashforhire]

knifey wifey

Is this because you nicked yourself on the bed knife, Reg?

#ltbroccoli

[cristobalrios]

@ltbroccoli liked this post for a starter!

Barclay is important to Enoch. To all of the holos, really, although Enoch was the one who pushed to get to know their holographers in the first place. He'd let them send a message out to them on the off chance they'd respond because, well, what harm could it do? He didn't expect anything to come of it. But it's been a while now since 'Reg' and the holos started semi-regular contact (depending on availability and sometimes distance), and besides Barclay saving the holos when Sirena's emergency holographic systems were attacked -- something Cris is very grateful for -- Cris hasn't had much contact with him specifically.

But he's important to Enoch, and he'd promised him he'd try to get to know him a bit. Which is why they were now in this incredibly awkward social situation. Rios figured Barclay's too nervous and awkward to be much of a people person. Rios wasn't much of one himself, either, and yet here they were. "So how's... uh... work?" Rios was not good at small talk.

#ltbroccoli #hope this works #let me know if you want something else #but have our babies being awkward as they attempt to be social #Reg #Barclay

[gnosticpriesthood]

Longing tooth and soul , longing for another win

Jean-Luc has been around for nearly a century. It's oddly stunning to realize this, with his mind as sharp as it's ever been, but it is nonetheless true. Still, it's a drop in the bucket compared to many other long-lived species. He's met Trill symbionts twenty-thousand years strong. To say he's surprised he can be surprised would be frankly asinine; he's not that old. But he is surprised. Let's start at the beginning.

It's a new day, and they're inducting an old friend back into the Federation, always a cause for celebration. Rigel V has been screaming at the wall for a better part of thirty years, after Kar'vanh, after the Ko'jan Trials. Where Commander Tayja Cassan was convicted of war crimes including genocide, crimes of aggression and the use of minors as combatants revealed the seedy underbelly of Rigelian society that still saw slavery practiced, that saw children bought and sold as commodities. Having grown up with Kaira, Jean-Luc was no stranger to the atrocities that man wrought upon one another, but nonetheless, it left a bitter taste in the Federation's mouth. Their status was knocked back to provisional, there was infighting amongst infighting, with staunch traditionalists claiming the Federation was as good as the Borg, assimilating us all, destroying our culture. Amidst all of that, Rigel had to rebuild, and so it did. Lieutenant Alex Grayson (a cryptolinguist now, but was once a formidable intelligence operative in the Treshan-system), once Alak Saveih, and his father Jaeihan, are instrumental in bridging the gaps. It's an intricate process, and today is the day they will commemorate Rigel's commitment to ensuring full integration and compliance with broader Federation laws, and there's no better place for it than Tir'Aresh Memorial Hospital. And so, Jean-Luc awoke today intending on donning his dress uniform and proclaiming a few words on the merits of rehabilitation and social integration, but what greets him in the mirror - resoundingly shocks him. Because it's not him at all. "Good lord," he whispers, a voice not his own. He's wearing striped pajamas and even little footy slippers. A small smile tugs at his face even amidst the mounting panic - it is cute. Lips pressing together, he makes a calculation and then moves to Lieutenant Barclay's comm terminal. "Raise Captain Picard," Reginald's voice calls out. He quite suspects he knows what he'll find on the other side of the line, and sure enough, when the video filters through, it's his own face staring back. "Mr. Barclay, you've aged well." A gentle jest, eyes crinkled. His own eyes. This was going to be a problem.

#[ caligula would grin . ] #the worst is not so long as we can say / verses #ltbroccoli #the evil that men do lives after them / closed

[empathicstars]

@ltbroccoli​ liked for a something

   She hadn’t expected to find him here. She was looking for a quiet spot — somewhere she could eat lunch in peace, but... of course he had to be here, snot running down his face, tears clouding his glasses. It was a strange sight, to be sure. She never found people crying on Vulcan. ( It was her, instead, that could be found in such a pitiful state, had any dared to enter her room late at night. )

   “What is it?” Her voice is abnormally gentle — she sits next to him, eyes dark but steady. “What’s happened?” 

#[ remember that verse we had where aella lived on earth with reg as kids? #this is in That verse. because my other replies to you are queued jKLFJA ] #[ we have two threads in this verse #‘feel it in the physical’ and ‘odds don’t stack they just crumble down around you’ #so if you need a refresher!!! there they are!!! ] #v: white dwarf #ltbroccoli #tears of a friend

[ann7ka]

"I am Seven of Nine. I am alone. But I will adapt."

Independent & semi-selective Seven of Nine from Star Trek: Voyager & Picard. Open to most other Trek series. Crossover, AU, and OC friendly. Written by Jeanette. Sideblog to @ltbroccoli.

#star trek rp #voyager rp #picard rp

[countyourcasualty]

WHAT COLOR IS YOUR AURA? Chiffon

stone walls, sweaters, moths, dusty lace, animal tracks, incense, throw pillows. your essence is chiffon: your soft heart disarms those who meet you. you willingly swallow your feelings for everyone else; it is easier to hide your sensitivity. you may be a mirror, reflecting the best back at others, and not knowing quite who you are inside. you are the compromiser. you are the recaster. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of ashen, hickory, brown, and grey, who act with patience. you are also drawn to the cheerful orchid and honey, who will help you grow and discover what actually makes you happy. however, you may struggle to get along with the wild-hearted personalities of mauve and terracotta who act on their whims.

tagged by ; @afemininemystique tagging ; @ensnchekov @my-timing-is-digital @ltbroccoli , you there! french boy!

#the breaking of so great a thing should make a greater crack / meme #so long lives this and this gives life to thee / character study

[goodheartedfool]

What Kind of Herb Are You?

Garlic

You leave an impression wherever you go. Your heart is so strong, so determined, so willing to go after whatever hole you see in the world, whatever wound you need to fix next. You're there. You're justice, hot red and pure gold, fairness incarnate, a paladin in shining armor come to protect and cleanse and heal and yet sometimes you wonder if you're the most corrupt, dirty being in the world, a fraud, a monster in hero's clothing. The world is so intense and you are so small, so fragile, and no matter how hard you try you're never good enough. You want to be good. You want to be good enough. You try so hard and yet the world is so dark and angry and cruel. Perfection is always just out of reach and you want things to be okay so bad you bleed with it. You just want things to be right, to be good, to be fair, but you don't know if they ever can be. If you can ever be.

Tagged by: @ltbroccoli

Tagging: @goldentemplariumcrow, @lostxndbroken, @grace-of-gotham, @onmylaurels + anyone interested

#quizzes #nat feels called out

[ensiignchekov]

@ltbroccoli tumblr has something against me and pav apparently ajsoskdhdkxj

#ooc | do you ever shut up? #I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY

[rpschtuff]

Do you have any rp blogs of your own on here? I'd love to see, if you're comfortable with sharing?

I'm mainly on @ltbroccoli and @oftomorrow at the moment.

#anonymous #answers

[rps-sample-1]

This is a sample starter for @ltbroccoli

[nashforhire]

STUDY: Elizabeth Violet Nash

—    basics.

▸     is your muse tall/short/average? Short - 5′2

▸     are they okay with their height? She’s fairly sensitive about it. Liz tends to wear heels to make her look a bit taller and, unless you are very close with her, she doesn’t take kindly to jokes about it. 

▸     what’s their hair like? Thick and relatively easy to manage. She usually keeps it tied up so it’s less of a liability in a fight. 

▸     do they spend a lot of time on their hair/grooming? Not really.

▸     does your muse care about their appearance/what others think? She doesn’t really give a shit if people don’t like the way she looks. But she’s also keenly aware of her own appearance, how to weaponise it, how to leverage it for her own advantage, etc. 

—    preferences.

▸    indoors or outdoors?     Outdoors

▸    rain or sunshine?     Rain

▸    forest or beach?     Beach 

▸    precious metals or gems?     Metals

▸    flowers or perfumes?     Flowers

▸    personality or appearance?     Personality 

▸    being alone or being in a crowd?     Alone

▸    order or anarchy?     Neither

▸    painful truths or white lies?     Painful Truths

▸    science or magic?     Magic

▸    peace or conflict?     Depends

▸    night or day?     Night

▸    dusk or dawn?     Dusk

▸    warmth or cold?     Cold

▸    many acquaintances or a few close friends?     Both 

▸    reading or playing a game?    Reading

—    questionnaire.

▸     what are some of your muse’s bad habits? 

Drinking too much, fighting, law breaking, less than subtle snark. 

▸     has your muse lost anyone close to them? 

She grew up without her family and has lost many of her chosen family members over the years.

▸     what are some fond memories your muse has? 

Yes, she has many fond memories from her time in the Klingon Empire and of her time with her sister living on the Nomad.

▸     is it easy for your muse to kill?

Yes.

▸     is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life? 

There are a few people she trusts that much. Her sister is a prime example. 

▸     what’s your muse like when they’re in love? 

She’s a big gifter. She will figure out and memorise their likes and interested and send gifts she thinks they’ll enjoy. Often without warning or reason. Just because she was thinking of them. 

Tagged by: @ltbroccoli​

Tagging: whoever wants to

#about Liz

[strings-have-been-cut]

@ltbroccoli​ // Lt. Barclay ;; 

Data had gotten away from running his sleep program as of late. At first, the dreams and imagery that came to his neural net while he was ‘asleep’ were exciting and unfamiliar and made for very interesting mysteries into his own psyche. But very quickly he determined the algorithm from which they were designed was rather straightforward. Data dreamt about things that he had experienced recently. It was simply a way for his mind to process all the input that had been prioritized lower throughout the day. He more more and more often he just...wanted to stay awake.  After all, the program was only for him, and he didn’t have to prove he could sleep to anyone. He was more Human now than ever before, and with it came the urge to stay up late doing entertaining things combined with the frustration that came from not being able to find something entertaining enough. So many of his nights were either spend on the bridge or in his quarters doing exactly what he was doing now.  Nothing. Or at least it seemed like nothing to him. He was sitting at his workbench, tinkering with a broken console he had taken from Engineering. It was displaying very odd behaviors, and for some reason, Data had not been able to solve the issue. He nudged Spot with his foot gently as she rubbed against him, chirping loudly for attention. “Not now, Spot,” Data said, not looking up from his work.

#ltbroccoli #reg barclay #emotion chip

[gnosticpriesthood]

get to know the author !

name: Shayne

pronouns: He/him.

preference of communication: Oh, anything goes. IMs, DMs (my Discord is Weemie#2844 and I love new friends!)

most active muse: At the moment, Jean-Luc Picard.

experience / how many years: Oh, like, well over 20 years. I'm an old bean.

platforms you use: Tumblr, Discord, AO3.

best experience: My favorite experiences are when we can collaborate and publish on AO3 in a whole coherent story. But I love Tumblr RP equally because it's so free-form and I'm a dude who loves RPing without limitations or restrictions.

rp pet peeves: Arbitrary rules and limits, lack of diversity. People who say shit like "no Mary Sues" unequivocally. I'm like, give me your crazy-ass characters! Write things you enjoy writing! I want you to be excited about your characters, I want them to matter.

fluff, angst, or smut: Oh, anything goes. I love it all.

plots or memes: I usually turn memes into plots, heh.

long or short replies: I've been experimenting with more long-form replies, but I am primarily an action/dialogue writer, so it is new for me to write multi-para. I hope I'm doing a good job! But as for the replies of my RP partners, I could not care less as long as I understand it and as long as you give me something meaty to respond to.

definitely prefer best time to write: Any time! I'm most active in the mornings when I take my medicine and it kicks in, since I am in less pain.

are you like your muse(s): As I mention in my other blog over here, I do tend to write what I know. I deal with PTSD and moral injury on a personal basis, so I enjoy exploring these themes in art. tagged by ; @lettherebemonsters ( thank you kindly ! ) tagging ; @aftermidnightmuses @ensnchekov @my-timing-is-digital @ltbroccoli @friendly-space-speechie @iamselfmade and you there ! french boy !

#we are resolved into the supreme air / ooc #the breaking of so great a thing should make a greater crack / meme

[siriseen]

@ltbroccoli​​

   Sirise’s never really wished for her tongue back, but right now, she thinks the strange weight on the bottom of her mouth would be welcome.

   It’d be welcome, so she could talk through the door. 

   Because, of course, a person with no tongue can’t speak through a sealed door and tell whoever it is to go away, to leave her be. And maybe it’s not even a function of being mute — maybe it’s just a function of being a doctor, forever in servitude, even though all of her edges are sharp and venomous. 

   The door opens, and Sirise stands there in an oversized sweater with a turtleneck collar, a favorite of hers. Her hair sits atop her head in a messy bun, and there’s a streak of green on her cheeks that looks suspiciously like Orion blood. 

   Her eyes are flat, unfascinated by the interrupting. It’s Reg, bent like a small child even though he towered above most. Like always. 

   “What?” 

#ltbroccoli #happy and healthy not me #v: ad augusta per angusta

[ann7ka]

I am Seven of Nine. I am alone. But I will adapt.

Independent roleplay for Star Trek's Annika Hansen / Seven of Nine. Canon compliant, but open to plotted divergence from Picard. Established April 2023. Sideblog to @ltbroccoli.

Important Pages: RULES · ABOUT · VERSES

[iamselfmade]

“ i’m immune to puppy dog eyes. ”

Third of Five’s brow furrows. They look very seriously at Lt. Barclay, brown eye dark with concern for the other’s well being.

“There are no dogs here.”

#ltbroccoli #ic; to be me #verse; lonely