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imarvelatthestars · 4 months

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Blood Runs Red

Pairings: Emerie Karr x gn!Reader

Content: angst, some references to Emerie being trapped in her occupation under Hemlock + having to kill clones in the past, slight yandere, no real happy ending here; drabble

Emerie knows exactly what happens when a clone negates the code of conduct it is meant to operate within. She's seen it happen before, she's been the hand to deliver the final blow to a vod on more than one occasion.

And yet she allows herself the joy of the fall.

She wakes up every morning to go about her work - studying, experimenting, working working working until her heart gives out and her compassion runs dry. She works to break Crosshair until he begs, to twist Omega's tiny little heart into something more malleable, and all the while she falls, she runs, always into you. She falls more in love with you every day, falls that much further from the grace of Hemlock's mercy, falls further and further from the purpose she was born into.

But how could she not? You protect the child so fiercely, as if Omega were of your own flesh and blood, cradling the girl to your breast to protect her, placing your body before hers in a futile attempt to protect her, delay whatever horrible inevitability you fear awaits her beyond the walls of your holding cell. Emerie has seen you spit and swear and take beating after beating in Omega's name. Even Crosshair, who has betrayed you and the rest of his batch more times than can be counted, has become a recipient of your dedication. How could she not love you?

There is no room for such things in the realm of Hemlock's science. The chambers of his heart are empty save for his love of knowledge. It's an incessant lust that boils beneath his scalp, a desire to know, to study, to understand, no matter the cost. It is the only kindness she has ever known, and it is colder than the vast emptiness of space.

Not like you. You are everything alive and warm, vibrant, passionate. You are bold and strong, resilient, kind. Human.

She wishes she could be like you. She wishes she could have you, have this one thing for herself in the darkness of the Empire's looming shadow. How she would treasure you, hide you away where the cold could never reach you and the pain would never lick at your bones. Hemlock would never need to know.

But clones cannot afford secrets, not when their price is too high to pay. And so she watches, for it's all she can do. She falls in love, falls from grace, falls and falls until all that's left to do is let her broken body shatter on the duracrete of Hemlock's laboratory floor. She prays you'll be there to pick up the pieces.

prompt: omega ✅️

@clonexreaderbingo

#emerie karr x reader #emerie karr x you #emerie karr #x reader #tbb #star wars #so i don't actually think emerie is this dark and fucked up in canon #however we have literally nothing to go off of so far and i felt like trying something different so here we are #i feel like this drifted somewhat into yandere territory which was not on purpose but i'm not mad about it i'm enjoying the dark vibes toda #so yeah. um. sorry for the emo vibes y'all hope that's not too offputting in comparison with my usual content

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birdmitosis · 5 months

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And Chapter 2 is go!

The Long Quiet is gone, but the Voices remain. This place still cannot hold a fragment of a concept, but even as they all try to figure out where to go from here, they begin to become something more than simply fragments, and to become full, separate people with their own bodies. If they can just figure out the process, maybe it can even go… somewhat smoothly.

In this chapter, there's a lot of talking. A looot of talking. Holy crap I should have expected this but somehow this chapter ended up being twice as long as I'd planned because these people won't shut up, a lot of talking. Well, they are Voices after all. And Hero's having more of a time of it than I am, all told! A little more information about the fic can be found on my first post for it here.

#slay the princess #slay the princes spoilers #fanfic #fanfiction #shipping #voice of the hero #the voices #thank you all again for all of the support so far ;_____; y'all have been so sweet #i hope you enjoy this update!!!!

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anthropwashere · 7 months

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I'm genuinely not fishing for comments and/or reactions on the sad square dad fic but it is SO delightful to have a handful of people essentially going 'oh jeez, oh dang' every chapter I post

#not tagging any of this in a way that might be seen as fishing for attention #just overall pleased with the attention sad square dad fic has gotten so far #thanks so much and i hope y'all enjoy the rest of what's to come #legit it's been barely 2 days and 2 different folk have been losing their minds almost every chapter #i love them both so much

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kingsroad · 1 year

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fandom: house of the dragon. rating: explicit. (for later.) relationships: aegon x oc. chapters available: 11.

The transition from being the eldest and unmarried daughter of Lord Bryor Barren to a bachelorette drowning among men teased into a fervor by hunting and hawking and the promise of a tourney was a difficult state to maneuver with so little experience. Visitors to the Bounty were often old and infirm, recently married, or women nearing the end of their pregnancy. Their great hall rarely housed hot-blooded men.

And only once before had she been smothered with quite so much attention.

Alyse peered down into the bottom of her cup. Wine pooled at the very bottom, barely more than a sip, but still, she drained it dry. Warmth followed as the flavor spread over her tongue and up into her cheeks.

Do not think about him. Her brow pinched in effort. Do not think about —

“Lady Alyse.”

She blinked. The voice belonged not to some half-forgotten memory, but Aegon. Note: Guess what time it is? ♡

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#house of the dragon #hotd #hotd fic #aegon targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #aegon x oc #aegon ii x oc #fyeahhotdocs #ocappreciation #fic: in the ripe and ruin #ch: aegon targaryen #oc: alyse barren #ship: aegon x alyse #mine: writing #this is my longest update so far at like almost 8k words so jklsfa #ENJOY I HOPE Y'ALL LIKE IT #I'M STILL SICK and kind of in panic mode but!!

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erasercat-official · 22 days

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imagine in mha there's this person with a quirk called "therapy" and they can psychoanalyze you and figure out why you are the way you are so all their interactions are like:

Tahara Kichirou was a criminal.

He knew mugging was a crime, he knew the runs he was making were in the less-than-legal territory, he knew everything would eventually catch up and he would get caught and put in jail.

He just hoped his family was well enough off to deal with it when he was gone, what with his wife bedridden and son Quirkless.

He growled at the thought. Society was so fucked up. The fact that his seventeen year old son couldn't get a job because he "wasn't qualified" because he didn't have a quirk was bullshit. Quirkless people could do their jobs just as well as people with Quirks, those pesky things didn't matter.

But apparently they did, to society at least. He could've been working a stable job, too, if he hadn't had a raccoon mutation stopping anyone from hiring him.

He waited in an alley, searching for more well-off people to rob. He was a criminal, but he wasn't a dick. He wasn't going to rob people who were struggling for money like him.

After a family of three in thread-bare coats passed, he spotted a woman in a sleek black dress strutting down the sidewalk, reeking of wealth and privilege. He had found his target.

But before he could move, a voice said, "Hello."

He whipped around, staggering back. He could feel the hair on his body standing up. "When did you get here?" He demanded.

The child— because that's what they were, maybe ten or eleven— ignored his question, simply tilting their head and looking at him. It was a small twitch, but Kichirou could feel himself being analyzed, picked apart, judged.

"I said—"

The kid interrupted him. "Were you not loved as a child?"

Shouta expected to see a crime in progress when he found the source of the sobbing, but it was not, in fact, a crime.

A man was crumpled on the ground, crying, as a child crouched next to him and murmured to his prone body, empathy wafting off of him in heady waves. Shouta watched as the kid said, "—Nothing was wrong with you. Some people are just assholes, and there's nothing we can do to change the past."

"I know, and I'm trying to break the cycle," The man cried, "I would never hurt my family, not like them. But I can't provide for them looking like this." He gestured down to himself, and Shouta noticed his very obvious racoon mutation.

"And my son— He's," The man hiccuped, tear-stained. "He's Quirkless. Do you know how much shit they have to go through, just for living? People are so mean, and I want to protect him, but I can't stop the world." His voice quieted, and when he spoke again, he sounded weary with a weight only Atlas could imagine. "How am I better than my father if I can't even protect my son?"

Shouta watched as the kid snapped their fingers. "Hey," They said softly. When they saw him look up, they said, "Do you love him?"

The man blinked, obviously confused. "Y-Yes, of course!"

"And do you support him?" They continued.

"Yes!"

"And will you try your best to be there for him whenever he needs you?"

"Yes," The man replied, suspicion edging his tone. "Why—"

"Then that's all you can do for him," The kid said. They sighed. "I've got a friend. He's Quirkless, and every step he's made since he was four has been hell. And I can't...do anything." They looked at their hands, inhaling softly. "I can't do anything that seems to matter, anyways. But he told me a little bit ago that me just being there for him has been more than he could ever ask for. He's... He's so incredibly good, even on his off days, and I want to protect him from everything that's ever hurt him...But I can't."

They patted the man's arm. "All we can do is be there for them, sir. And sometimes, it's enough." Then they paused. "Do try and get your family into therapy, though."

The man laughed, tears and snot marring his face, and he affirmed the order with a nod of his head.

The kid pulled out a notebook, scribbling for a little bit before ripping the paper off and handing it to him. "And these are places that will help you get out of the hole you're in. You won't have to do this anymore."

The man stared at him, and began crying in earnest. "You're— You," He sobbed.

The kid murmured reassuring words to him until he calmed down again, and the man sniffled. "You're a good kid," He said. "Thanks."

The kid smiled softly, watching him leave. "I'm just glad I was here," They replied softly, before standing up and brushing off their pants.

Shouta's eyes flashed red, and the kid stopped, turning around.

At first, neither spoke, but then the kid inhaled sharply, threw out a, "Mommy issues!" And bolted down the alley. Shouta swore and chased after.

#boku no academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #boku no hero acedamia #anyways #this was a lot longer than I thought it would be wow #anyways i like the whole switch from 'i'm going solve your problems after an intensive therapy session'#to #'WOW LOOK ERASERHEAD IT'S YOUR MOMMY ISSUES'#lmao anyways #bnha deku #izuku was the one mentioned who's quirkless!#i purposefully left the gender and name of the kid a mystery so y'all can add your own thing #idk if it'll get super far #but i hope you enjoy this!

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savvysunstone · 2 months

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Health and Art Updates (And a couple of sketches below)

Those who may follow me on my twitter account might know some of what is going on (I'm more active with my posts/interactions there), but for those that don't: I'll state bluntly, I am developing a condition of some kind in my drawing hand. I'm already disabled and have chronic conditions that affect my energy and time/ability to do activities. But unfortunately some of said conditions make it much more likely to develop certain kinds of arthritis. And right now its not looking good for my hand in particular. I wont go into details, but it already seems to progressively be getting worse. I will be seeking tests and medical help, though I already have other plans in the way that have to come first, so it will take time before I have definite answers and a treatment plan. As things are now, I'm resting and trying to take it easy, but still trying to keep up with drawing. I don't know what this means for my future. I will still do art, I wont let my conditions stop me. But I don't know how much this may affect the amount of time and care I have to put into it later on. I'm no stranger to pain, its the time and mobility that really gets to me. I don't know if things will get slower in the future, or more difficult. And I will probably try to continue on as normal as possible, because I'm a stubborn fool that hates change and the limitations I already have enough. But I wont delude myself into thinking that nothing will change and that I don't have to prepare for it. So, as it stands now, I don't really know what to expect or do. All I can really do is wait at this time. I don't know if art will take more time for me, or if I may have to make changes regarding how I approach the creating process. I may even have to consider making more bursts of sketch-work rather than full renders at times. (But, again, I'm stubborn) I state all this here so y'all can be aware of potential changes in the future, and art taking more time. And I will also keep updating every once in a while as things progress. In the meantime, I have managed a burst of sketches of certain art plans in the future, before my current flareup. Some really rough examples: I have a full sheet filled with 6 new Zora designs currently in the works. (Jellyfish types this time. I wonder if anyone can guess their inspirations.)

As well as some character work non-Zora related. I don't usually post my non Zelda OCs here much, but I figured I could this time.

So Regardless of what happens, I will keep drawing. Even when things get difficult. I just ask and hope you all will be patient with me in the meantime.

#sorry for the long post #just figured i should say something #I will update whenever something new develops #i hope my extra slowness doesnt become a problem #I already hated and was super critical of how much time I took before :<#i will adjust I always do #for those that have enjoyed my work so far- thank you #I hope y'all stick around #health #art #sketch #zora #oc #personal

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spinning-feeling · 3 months

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"A Spinning Feeling: Part 1 - The first meeting"

Selfship Story - Starring Maxim, and Spinel

Story under the Cut

Exactly 6 weeks have passed since Maxim bled into this world, and it admittedly felt somewhat odd to him, living like a human again. All his life has he wished for such mortal suffering and routine to end, and yet now - as a God - he found himself going back into this way of existance.

Though, it was going to be diffirent. He had control now, Control over his life, his actions, over aspects of the world - though he stops himself from going further, he could control this world and make it answer his every wish and whim… but sometimes, there is fun in unpredictability… though, it is also a double-bladed sword. Unpredictability in this case could also end him, emotionally of course, if he wasn't careful.

Maxim shook his head to not overthink too much, instead choosing to focus on his new home, which he was standing in front of. He was admittedly still rather impressed with Bismuth's craftsgemship - She actually managed to complete his request to the T, though it most likely was she had help from Pearls, or other 'classy' gems with the matter to make it in the style of Art Deco… Either way, its beyond impressive.

Obviously, he could have just made one himself at a flick of his wrist, but actually choosing to do it some customary way seemed to make a bit more sense. He only hoped the whole "bluff" of having always just enough currency would work out still.

"…Hm, speaking of Funds, i should propably spend them on some activities, shouldn't i?"

Maxim murmured to himself, thinking out loud, as he places a hand on his chin, tapping it with his index finger, before shrugging, turning around and going off into beach city.

"To be fair, i never properly went into a proper park or carnival, other than those at the eye… Hm. Guess Funland will be a first-time experiance of such things for me!"

He continued monologuing to himself, finding an odd comfort it speaking to himself, a habit from his previous life.

So he went towards Funland, rather fascinated, more so by the second as he hummed to himself, feeling a shard of child-like excitement over the whole situation as he practically waltzed into funland, suprisingly managing to get through a quick interaction with Mr. Smiley to get into the park itself, as he goes around the whole park, beyond fascinated with everything around him. It was a whole new experiance! A whole new Real experiance at that! He had been in countless carnivals in games or in the stories he read or imagined, but being in one for real was something else! He had to just try every single game he could find!

"It's beyond Fascinating, so many colors, treats, such-and-such, na ozyrysa i apisa, if only i could be everywhere at once!"

He lightly joked to himself, though still very much wanting to try everything - well, except the sweet popcorn, that seems like sacreligious blasphemy - choosing to go try a couple of games first, already hopping over to it to try it. From shooting down targets with a toy gun, to ring tossing, he has played many games already, choosing to return to one he has played over remembering there being a plushie he wanted to get before he could go to any other games or start going to the rides, humming to himself with a bright confidence as he went over to the booth of the beanbag-toss game, stopping when he noticed a familiar figure.

They, or rather, She, had long pigtails, sporting a dark shirt with small shoulderpads, puffy shorts, white leggins, or is it socks? he couldnt tell, as well as pointy boots, all of her form in diffirent shades of pink. He blinked, as he realised that it was Her. Not only was she from his vision, but he recognised her from his previous human life… he never met her in person, though he knew she was more than important to him. Thousands of thoughts ran through his mind, gentle whispers appearing around him, that one could hear if they were close enough, before ceasing as he shook his head, clearing his throat as he looked at her once more.

She appeared to be playing the game he was about to play himself, though not doing too well. It took him a moment to compose himself and gather enough confidence anew, before he stepped over to the beanbag-toss booth, basically next to her now as he noticed her focused expression, trying her best to hit the bags in the right spots, but seemingly not managing to hit them at the rainbow spot. He hummed as he looked at her, then at the way she threw. The more Maxim saw her play, the more he felt nostalgic, remembering playing something simmilar in his human life, before gently clearning his throat once more.

"Excuse me,"

he said, trying to sound as poilte as possible, first impressions matter!

"May i have a turn?"

She turned to look at him, blinking in suprise over not noticing him earlier, gently moving her hand in his direction,

"Oh, Sure!"

She said with a smile, as he hummed softly, finding himself gently smiling back at her smile, lightly hesitantly taking some of the bags into his hand as he hummed softly in focus, his expression changing to fit his concentration, earning her to gently tilt her head in intrigue. He started off fine, managing to hit some of the bigger spots, earning him a fair amount of points before nearly hitting the rainbow spot. Obviously he tried again, humming still as he managed to hit more and more spots without much problem, accept for the rainbow one.

He thought the silence was a bit.. Uncomfy, to say the least, as he looked at her and tried to spark some conversation.

"What brought you here? I-if you dont mind me asking."

He hummed.

"Ah, nothin' much, this game looked fun so i decided to try it out, though…"

She lightly trailed off as she looked at what appeared to be one of the prizes, a big teddy bear with a pink heart at its tummy.

"Ever since i saw that prize, i've been trying to get it… Progress has been, eheh… slow."

She chuckled softly as she looked at him, him looking at her back, before looking back at the game in front of him. Ah, to hell with the other plush, he could try to craft one himself, mayhaps, as he now thought that a kind gesture would be in order.

"Hm… Check this."

He hummed to himself with a chuckle, before throwing each of his bags. Blue, green, yellow, red, each of them hit! The two seemed focused, as Maxim threw the last bag, it hitting the rainbow spot, finally, as Maxim laughed to himself,

"Yes! Oh, Golly what fun!"

"Congratulations! Please pick a prize."

The Employee said, as Max looked over the vast array of plushies availible. For a moment, he pondered the plush octopus, before pointing to another one.

"i'd like the teddy bear, please."

He asked politely, as She hummed softly, her expression gently souring, though not enough to be noticed, as he picked up the bear from the employee, before turning to Her, a happy smile on his face, as he gave his prize to her, as her expression brightened up to pure suprise.

"For you, Miss!"

He chuckled softly. He… Knew, her name, though it would be best to ask her for it first before he can call her by name, as he smiled at her more softly. She was in a small state of shock as she reached out for the offered gift, gently pushing it to her chest as she smiled at him back, a small blush on her face.

"…T-thanks, Pal, Though it is your prize, dont ya think its best ya keep it..?"

She shrugged, as he smiled more,

"No, it's more than fine, it's yours! You did want it, did you not?"

He chuckled softly, making her blush even more, hugging the plush closer to her.

He admittedly found her cute, seeing her somewhat shy and hugging the plush close to her like such, as he gently sighed to himself, holding his hands, before blinking back into focus as he looks at her still,

"A-ah, right, Almost forgot to ask, What is your name, Miss?"

He asked, Polite as ever, as she looked back up at him, a soft smile on her face a she chuckles at his formality,

"Hey, no need to be so formal, pal! Call me Spinel!"

She chuckled softly as she smiled brightly at him, making him blush a bit more, as he chuckles back,

"F-fair enough, guess i can't help it, t'heheheh…"

He rubbed the back of his head, not really able to be any less formal to someone he sees as higher than him, as he smiles at her shyly, though happily.

"My name's Maxim, it's a pleasure!"

He hesitantly took his hand out, not expecting anything, his eyes gently widening and his blush gently growing once seeing that Spinel has taken his hand, as he hums softly. Feels truly Odd, to be honest. This is the first time he shook someone's hand in… Lifetimes. It felt… Kind. He gently tightened the hold on her hand as they shook hands, before he had to let go when she did, as to not make it awkward, gently humming as they look at eachother, both of them sporting a tiny blush at the whole situation, before she hums in thought.

"…Wanna join me for some other games, Max?"

She asked, seeming to enjoy his company, as he looked at her, blinking in slight suprise as he smiles anew,

"i'd… Like to, Spinel. If its alrighty with you, of course…"

He muttered lightly shyly.

"'Course it'd be fine, that's why i asked!"

She softly laughed, moving away into a direction of another game, as he tips his cap to the employee and hops over to match her walking speed,

"Heh, you're kinda weird."

She softly muttered herself, him picking up at her word, feeling a shard of unsurety grip his heart as she smiles on, happy still,

"i like that."

He was admittedly confused on how she found him being 'Weird' to be something to like, but he chose not to dwell on the thought, choosing instead to enjoy his time with her as they went around the park, playing diffirent games and managing to win diffirent prizes, Spinel winning for Maxim a big plush as well as to 'settle the score', both of them enjoying eachother's time greatly as they went around the park and exchanged stories. For the second time after he became a God, Maxim found himself feeling genuinely happy, occasionally lightly messing with his hands as a stim, finding himself even snickering for, seemingly, no reason. Eventually, the two choose to go get some Treats and Drinks, Spinel getting the former while Maxim ordered the latter, He of course asking her politely on what she wished for, her snickering and telling him to suprise her, leading to now; The two just sitting on a bench, enjoying the atmosphere and the ocean in front of them.

"What took ya so long?"

Spinel asked with a chuckle, Maxim chuckling with a shrug and a small blush,

"I was trying to figure out what kind of drink You'd like… Went with a strawberry milkshake."

He smiled, offering her the beverage as she took it with an nod,

"And what'cha got for yaself, Maxie?"

She asked with intrigue, the nickname making him blush more as he chuckles to himself,

"…t'heheh, Only some ice tea, nothing too crazy."

He shrugged anew,

"…Though, what did ya get for us in terms o' snacks?"

He inquired as he sat down next to her, before looking at the box on her lap,

"Ah, i didnt know what you'd like as well so i trusted my gut!"

She shrugged with a chuckle, opening the box to reveal donuts, in many diffirent hues and with diffirent sprinkled toppings. He had to admit, they looked pretty damn good… though what did catch his eye is the donut that was a wee bit deformed, more triangle-like than circular, and with his hues to match - White, Purple, and Green. Spinel hummed as she gently tilted her head as she watched Maxim's focused expression,

"…Ya ok there, pal?"

At hearing her voice he shook his head, blinking,

"Y-yeah i am, just was intrigued that you got my favourite kind, is all."

He chuckled softly, pointing to the chocolate covered donut, as she hums, smiling as she let him take it.

They enjoyed the treats and drinks, as well as eachother's time as they looked into the vast ocean before them, soon enough the park quieting down as they sat side by side, Maxim softly humming a melody from time to time, seemingly trying to catch on to a specific melody but changing it always to make it seem diffirent, Not that Spinel exactly noticed, she admittedly just found listening to his humming to be rather calming, no matter how odd or intriguing the melody could sound. Soon enough, she found herself feeling somewhat tired, the day was rather eventful after all so it was only fair, as she softly yawned, stretching out, as Maxim looked at her in intrigue.

"You feeling ok, Spinel?"

He asked softly, noticing Spinel's sleepy state,

"..Yeah, peachy, just kinda tired."

Spinel muttered, stretching out again,

"Today was super fun, but i think it's time to hit the hay."

He looked at her, honestly not feeling tired one bit, as he hums,

"Yeah, think it's time indeed… Yet, will we meet eachother again soon?"

He inquired, polite and curious as ever,

"Pff, of course you dork! Let's meet up right here, tommorow. Sound good?"

She chuckled, to which Maxim smiled,

"Yeah, sounds good."

He watched as Spinel waved him goodbye, going away to where he presumed would be her home, as he hummed, today's whole events re-playing in his mind as he looked on blankly, stuck in his thoughts,and before he knew it, t'was nightfall.

"…Hm. Think i might get used to this."

He muttered, moving his head around to stretch out his neck, as he stood up, and marched away to the exit, a soft smile on his face as he thought of his new friend, and the fun times he spent with her at day.

#writing #Maxim #Selfship #Spinel #Spinelxreader #Spinel x reader #im not gonna lie trying to write Spinel is a bit... hard for me #i love her a lot! to bits even!! but because of that same love i dont think i can capture the very... essence of the character y'know?#shit's wack either way i guess lol #i hope y'all are enjoying the fic so far!!

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theshadowrealmitself · 1 year

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You chose "answer the message immediately"

(Read before answering the poll)

It was a tough decision, you almost wanted to ask your crew if they recognized the ship, but who knows if the other captain would be okay with waiting. So, without further ado, you accepted the message.

The screen flickers to life and your vision is filled by a stoic face, severe eyebrows, and a haircut so neat it made you think you could feel every strand of your own hair that was out of place. Vulcan. Thank god.

You raise your hand in a hurried ta'al. "Greetings! I'm the captain of this transport ship, and we require aid."

The Vulcan captain returns the ta'al. "Greetings, what is the situation?"

You explain what you, which, at this point is practically nothing. The other captain, Captain Lek, as they introduce themselves as, stares at you impassively. No judgement, but also no reassurance. You have no idea if this conversation is going well.

"We will board." Captain Lek's voice held no room for argument. You stiffly nod in return. At the very least, it seems like things will move along efficiently.

--line break--

You spoke too soon apparently, you think as you listen to the list of repairs the ship will need. Everything that could possibly need to be replaced, well, needs to be replaced.

Honestly, you really should've expected this. The crew has gotten a ton of important rush orders lately, so you were only now headed back to base for maintenance. Still, knowing you couldn't have done much to change the outcome doesn't stop the slight feeling of shame that creeps up your spine as you hear what all your beloved ship needs.

It doesn't help that you can almost feel the Vulcan crew staring at you with judgement in their eyes. That must just be a figment of your imagination.

...Maybe.

Your crew shuffles nervously behind you, most likely feeling the same guilt that you do. This can't go on. To have a confident crew, they must have a confident captain.

You straighten your spine, square your shoulders, and start with an even tone, "That's regrettable, is there anything that can be done?"

"Of course," Captain Lek lowers their PADD with no wasted movement, you wouldn't say robotically, but the other crew definitely moved with a grace you don't think you could ever achieve, "We could transport you to our base and repair your ship, or transport you to your base."

You stop and think for a moment. If you accepted their offer, your ship would most likely get repaired quicker as you were certain their base was closer to your current location. However, your tired crew might resent being away from a familiar area for so long.

On the other hand, if you go to your base immediately, your crew will be in a comforting area much quicker, but you risk permanent damage to the ship, as some of those repairs need to happen quickly.

If only your trusted First Officer hadn't collapsed after the last transportation, you could really use their advice right about now.

You look at the faces of your loyal crew and then back to Captain Lek. After a couple more minutes of chewing the options in your mind, you come to a conclusion. You're going to...

#got the name off of a vulcan name generator #hope it's an okay name I'm terrible at naming stuff T^T #<- that's what happens when I have to naviagate desktop and can't use emojis btw #y'all get emoticons #I know this seems obvious from me but actually originally it was going to be R omulans #but then I remembered I don't know shit about R omulans #so I ended up predictably going with Vulcans #still #hope y'all are enjoying this so far!!#star trek #humans #vulcans #polls #would love feedback on how this is going btw!#choose your own adventure

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