spacetimewriter

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💥 ACTION SARU! 💥

#ooc: action saru!

[spacetimewriter]

“I saw hope, in the stars. It was stronger than fear. And I went towards it.”

Independent, semi-selective multi-muse blog featuring canon muses from Star Trek, Stargate Universe & more... — Penned by Parker.

#PROMO // spacetimewriter #ooc: a simple lil promo for mah simple lil bois #I might make tuvok a proper muse since I enjoy writing him so much #star trek rp #ouat rp #stargate rp #sci fi rp

[spacetimewriter]

set the scene setting prompts (but a little more specific) from yours truly.

001, a convenience store past midnight.

002, a hospital waiting room at 3 in the morning.

003, a photoshoot outdoors in the middle of winter.

004, an indoor filming set of a detective's office.

005, a new house/apartment filled with unopened cardboard boxes.

006, a swing set in an empty playground at night.

007, on stage in an empty theatre.

008, inside an old abandoned house.

009, an empty cemetery at night.

010, the arrival hall at an airport.

011, the last train compartment that's not full.

012, the roulette table in a casino.

013, on the deck of a cruise ship.

014, a kitchen during a black out, surrounded by candles.

015, a treehouse in the middle of the woods.

016, on the dance floor during a wedding.

017, behind the chapel before the wedding ceremony starts.

018, backstage during the middle of a concert.

019, a crowded club during a bachelorette party.

020, standing in front of a painting at a museum.

021, a small, intimate family barbecue.

022, a gazebo while it's raining.

023, the back of an empty bus.

024, a hotel room with only one bed.

025, an empty balcony while a party goes on inside.

026, a bar just after closing.

027, an empty sports stadium.

028, lakeside while the sun is setting.

030, an empty stretch of road beside a broken down car.

031, in front of a suspicious pool of blood in an empty parking lot.

032, in the crowd of spectators during an underground fight.

033, a plane during a bout of turbulence.

034, on kiss cam at a sports game.

035, at a table during a charity gala.

036, a masquerade ball.

037, a halloween party in a suburban house.

038, the beach in the late afternoon.

039, a dressing room after a big performance.

040, exploring the depths of a mysterious cave.

#memes // u.s.s. yentaprise #specify muse (feel free to pick any of my try-out muses!)

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Tuvok remained fixed to his spot, seemingly unresponsive to the health practitioner's vocalisations, but the contrary was true. To be frank, it was rather invigorating to reside in the presence, albeit it temporarily, of another Vulcan. Humans — and other emotional-capable species -- could be, for lack of better words, overwhelming; their continuous inundation of wayward emotions had the propensity to drain his energy on a level he'd never deemed possible. However, there were exceptions — there always were...

'Correct,' the Vulcan replied in the affirmative. 'In my experience, humans cease to function adequately in the face of extinction — it was a deliberate determination, on my part, to inform only those who were cognisant of Ensign Marques' intentions and those who participated in his apprehension. Thus, averting the consternation that would most definitely have ensued had we apprised the entire crew of the probability of contamination... As a precaution, the EMH and I have placed everyone, who came in direct contact with Ensign Marques, in quarantine. It is unlikely they were infected, but due to the malignant nature of the pathogen, they are monitored regardless.'

When Meeran assented to the necessity of his presence as security officer, he merely inclined his head in a reverential fashion, appreciative of her seeing his logic. He contemplated her observation appertaining to the Ensign, and thought it was plausible to authorise her to partake in the interrogation. Whatever neurological deviations had actuated the Ensign to exhibit genocidal behavioural patterns had to be uncovered, and, if possible, treated.

'I concur to your proposition. Your proficiency in this particular field will prove helpful in our attempt to ascertain what motivated him to behave in the manner he did,' he agreed composedly, his dark eyes darted down to the comatose Starfleet officer. 'Do you have an estimation as to the duration of his state of unconsciousness?'

'An unfortunate habit.’ She stated, not apologising. Rather, reminding Tuvok of the conditions they were in. Or, perhaps, she assumed much on his behalf. Meeran had become accustomed to relentless questioning by those of higher and lower rank for reasons dubious to her. A few days ago, one of the Ensigns declared his desire to “get to know her better.” After a while of dealing with the aliens, she assumed she would have to provide more basis for her actions and remind those around her of the Vulcan essence. Then, it had occurred to her how rarely she and Tuvok sought each other’s presence with all the work they had been subjected to. An oversight, now that she realised. Up to “correction” if she were to survive the hazardous procedure.

'You chose not to inform the entire crew of potential dangers.’ Her flat tone was that of understanding. Times were tough, and panic made things worse, considering the nature of the more emotional species aboard the ship. Everyone else but Meeran and Tuvok, to be exact.

'Motivation for a diseased individual to spread his ailment is an interesting development and suggests a possibility for internal or external neurological stimulation, as well as an aptitude for agitation. Your presence is necessary and logical.’ She nodded and gently raised a hand, urging him to get as settled in the medbay as he thought needed. For the moment, it appeared as if she had ended the conversation and switched to meticulously examining the ointments she prepared for the occasion. 'May I voice a proposition? I shall assist with the interrogation. I am capable of executing sedative techniques through neuropressure. These techniques will be beneficial to keeping Ensign Marques stable and heightening his responsiveness to your methods.’

#meerashaya #verse // I have grown to respect a great many of you; others I have learned to tolerate #ooc: vulcans being vulcans heh #I hope the formatting is not going to go all wonky again

[spacetimewriter]

Have a starter call. Like and / or specify in the comments what muse(s) you'd like to receive a starter from. You can find the list containing all of my muses in my pinned. I changed my muse list a little, so make certain to check it first; some of them have been moved to a request only list. (You may pick any of my try-out muses, though, that's totally fine!)

Multis, specify your own muse too, please.

#STARTER CALL // spacetimewriter

[spacetimewriter]

As he suffered through her testimony of morality, he contemplated turning her into a toad — just for the fun of it. But before any of that could come to pass, he refrained himself from deriving pleasure from such delightful activities, and listened to her instead, while simultaneously perusing her vulnerabilities.

'Money?!' he interpolated hysterically, a spark of insanity glinted in his demonic eyes, putting a definitive end to her nonsensical lamentations. 'I spin straw into gold — making a proposition in which you offer me money would be like trying to teach a bunch of ogres how to knit; it doesn't make any sense!'

A grin of wry amusement splayed across his reptilian countenance.

'Tell you what, dearie, I'll assist in your little "detain the renegade older sister" conundrum, and in return, you'll simply owe me favour — no need to worry about the technicalities of honouring an agreement just yet...'

"None!" She quickly said in defense, while it was disgusting how close he was getting to her, she stood still, knowing that he would probably mock her if she physically backed away now. "I would never do something like that." She re-emphasized. "You, on the other hand, would be the one who would make me do that." The princess said in her own defense arms crossed. God she hated how close he was, she could see everything. His eyes were worse up close and his inhuman skin was something she could not stop staring at.

"Like what? Do you want another tear of mine? Or maybe hair this time?" She said, full of sarcasm, but quite honestly, outside of that she had no clue what he would even want. "Do you want money? Or land?" The only 'land' she would ever give him is some cave far from the kingdom.

#arendelliansovereign #verse // all magic comes with a price #ooc: guess who's back writing this bitch >:)

[spacetimewriter]

Starter for @wcrpbubble

A gentle breeze sailed past and stirred the canopy of leaves overhead, causing the shadows to temporarily shift until they settled in a tentative state of equilibrium. The high temperature and the blistering sun, presently positioned at its zenith, were reminiscent of his home planet, and for a moment, his mind drifted, rousing recollections of his family. However, he was promptly yanked out of his evocations when the readings on the small display of his tricorder indicated a most peculiar inconsistency. Quietly, he Vulcan separated himself from the rest of away team and ventured toward the edge of a line of exotic trees, wading through the lush undergrowth.

As he drew nearer to the location where the readings seemed to be emanating from, he was greeted by a fetid stench. Cautiously, he proceeded and circled the trunk, discerning a burrow of sorts directly underneath the gnarled roots of the tree, spacious enough to fit a grown human being... which was precisely what it contained. Tuvok stopped dead in his tracks at this nauseating revelation and holstered the tricorder.

'Is something the matter, Mister Vulcan?'

Neelix... The Taxalian hybrid had taken the liberty to pursue him — typical. Tuvok opted to disregard him; his primary concern was to apprise Captain Janeway of this most unusual discovery.

'Captain, this cadaver might be of particular interest to you,' the Vulcan enunciated stoically, while he patiently awaited her company, continuing to ignore Neelix' nonsensical vocalisations.

In the intervening time, he subjected the putrefying remains to a minute analysis — from a distance —, even though a rigorous examination was not required, for he well-acquainted with the gruesomely mutilated corpse. When the Captain was but a couple of metres away, he inclined his head to indicate the object of his disquietude.

'It appears you have visited this planet before...'

#wcrpbubble // katheryn janeway #verse // I have grown to respect a great many of you; others I have learned to tolerate #ooc: my portrayal of tuvok might be wonky because I only watched a bunch of tuvok heavy episodes (and that's been sometime); but I love him #tuvok is my favourite vulcan *gently holds* #time shenanigans! time shenanigans! time shenanigans! :3 #I took the idea from a stargate universe timeloop-esque episode heh

[spacetimewriter]

This man knows 94 languages

#ooc: the fecking caption asdfghjkl

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TELL ME DAMMIT

[spacetimewriter]

STAR TREK: DISCOVERY - S5E2 Under the Twin Moons

#ooc: action saru

[spacetimewriter]

Have a starter call. Like and / or specify in the comments what muse(s) you'd like to receive a starter from. You can find the list containing all of my muses in my pinned. I changed my muse list a little, so make certain to check it first; some of them have been moved to a request only list. (You may pick any of my try-out muses, though, that's totally fine!)

Multis, specify your own muse too, please.

#STARTER CALL // spacetimewriter #star trek rp #sci fi rp

[spacetimewriter]

[spacetimewriter]

An independent, semi-selective roleplay blog of Lieutenant Commander Data as seen in Star Trek: The Next Generation, Star Trek: Picard & the motion pictures. — Penned by Parker.

#PROMO // my-timing-is-digital #ooc: my lil boi #shameless self-promotion

[spacetimewriter]

- So let’s hear. Let’s hear how you lie yourself out of this one. - I heard a shot. I went to investigate. And then I found him.

#ooc: that's some lore energy right there #when I'm finished with school I'm bringing my rush back

[spacetimewriter]

Independent, semi-selective multi-muse blog featuring canon muses from Star Trek, Stargate Universe & more... This is a 21+ roleplay blog: minors do not interact. Rules can be found on Data's Carrd.

Muses under the cut.

Primary muses.

Saru // star trek: discovery // canon

Nicholas Rush // stargate universe // canon // used to be allpowerisgone (on twitter)

B-4 // star trek: nemesis & star trek: picard // canon-divergent

Secondary muses.

Elim Garak // star trek: deep space nine // canon

Rumplestiltskin // once upon a time // only season 1-3 // used to be oldbutmrgold (on tumblr) / darkone_rumple (on twitter)

Noonien Soong // star trek: the next generation // canon-divergent

Try-out muses. (Feel free to send them memes)

Astarion // baldur's gate 3 // canon

Connor // detroit: become human // canon

Tuvok // star trek: voyager // canon

Request only muses.

Jean-Luc Picard // star trek: the next generation & the motion pictures // canon

William T. Riker // star trek: the next generation & the motion pictures // canon

EMH // star trek: voyager // canon

Basically all the human Soongs

Other roleplay blogs.

my-timing-is-digital // data // star trek: the next generation, star trek: picard & the motion pictures // canon // main.

of-substandard-parts // lore // star trek: the next generation // canon-divergent // sideblog to my-timing-is-digital.

synthetic-merchant // fred // star trek: discovery // tbd // sideblog to my-timing-is-digital.

#PINNED // spacetimewriter #dni

[spacetimewriter]

Robert Carlyle as Dr. Nicholas Rush STARGATE UNIVERSE (2009–2011) ⤷ The Greater Good

#ooc: I should revive my boi at some point; he's like lore but human >:)

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[ Ooc: Lore has been moved to @of-substandard-parts (now a sideblog to my Data, @my-timing-is-digital). ]

#ooc: just reblogging this again 84 years later lol