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[nashforhire]

Narrow View

(moved from here)

@ltbroccoli

“Narrow? You... you think the Federation worldview is... narrow?” Reg blinked -- he knew Liz didn’t hold the Federation in the highest regard, but that was still harsher than he expected. “Can... can I ask... why...?”

Oh dear, that was a very complicated answer. One Liz was certain couldn’t be summed up in a simple, easily digestible way. Maybe, she thought, it would have been better not to say anything at all. Reg could be a bit fragile and she had been a bit harsh. But, on the other hand, he needed to see the truth sooner or later. 

“Because it is. It’s not something that only I think. It’s a fact. An observable, proven fact. That’s like asking why I think the twinkly lights in the night sky are actually giant balls of burning gas.” She did try to be gentle. Shattering someone’s bubble was rarely gentle work, however. “How about this - as briefly as you can, sum up the Cardassians. Tell me what you think they’re like. As a people. Not just what they physically look like.”

#ltbroccoli #oh sweet summer child

[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

[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

[constable]

[[ @ltbroccoli hit the ♥️ for a starter. I'm going to assume your DS9 verse for this one, just to make this extra easy.

"Lieutenant Barclay, is it?" Odo greeted, looking suspiciously past him. He must not have seen whatever it was he was looking for though, as he hummed dismissively, then finally looked directly at their new arrival. "I'm certain Chief O'Brien would have greeted you himself if he'd been able, but something's come up. You'll find that's often the case here." Odo paused for a long second, now observing the new Starfleet officer with some degree of his previous suspicion. "I'd be happy to show you to your quarters, if you're ready." He didn't look particularly happy about it, but he wasn't exactly unhappy either. Mostly, he was annoyed at not catching sight of Quark's most recent business partner coming in on this transport.

#new thread #ltbroccoli. reginald #c. odo #v. main #t. head

[cptjeanluc]

[[plotted starter for @ltbroccoli

Jean Luc had been... distracted, as of late. If he were being honest with himself, the ship's last few missions hadn't gone as well as they could have, and Robert's decline in health, which Marie has soberly informed him of in her last subspace message, had left him feeling a little... fragile. It was all terribly embarrassing, which was why he was lying to himself instead. No, he was just fine, and the fact that he'd ignored both the alert that his allotted time had completed and the sound of someone else entering the holodeck was due to his intense focus on his immediate goals.

When he did catch sight of the arch and the person who had just entered, he was so startled that his holographic opponent not only caught him in the chest with his foil, but also knocked him to the ground. "Computer," he barked, now a little winded, "pause program. "I apologize, Lieutenant; I didn't see you come in. Is everything alright?"

#if you need me to change anything please let me know! #I'm alwasy happy to adjust a starter sp things get going as smoothly as possible #c. jeanluc #v. main #t. enterprise #ltbroccoli. reginald #new thread

[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

[nashforhire]

knifey wifey

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

#ltbroccoli

[iamselfmade]

“What do you mean you’re fine? You are not fine!”

So being leader of the ex Borg didn’t come without its dangers, it seemed. Hugh, despite the fact the room was spinning and every single nerve in his abdomen felt like it was on fire (especially where he’d been stabbed), said, “Does it help to know I’m physical incapable of throwing up?” from where he was sprawled out on the floor.

Then the feeling of it all got worse and he groaned. “Don’t get stabbed. It isn’t fun.”

#injury tw #ic; to be me #verse; i am hugh #ltbroccoli #queue; got some things to do

[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.

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

#quizzes #nat feels called out

[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

[strings-have-been-cut]

Sex Values

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Tagging: anyone

#about data #dash game #this is pretty much accurate

[ensiignchekov]

@ltbroccoli tumblr has something against me and pav apparently ajsoskdhdkxj

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

[constable]

[[ @ltbroccoli volunteered for the job of helping my ridiculously traumatized lad, so starter

Odo was generally reluctant, even in the face of people he'd rather avoid, to go so far as to hide. After all, he had a job to do. However, Dr. Mora had absolutely no compunctions about humiliating or even berrating him in public, and Odo wasn't at all in the mood to have his colleagues see him as the mess he was now, let alone any worse. And past experiences hadn't left him with any hope of being able to escape or to find sympathy amongst his friends. So no, at least until his form had stabilized, until the waves of panic had stopped wracking his body with visible distortions, he was doing to stay right where he was, in the rarely-used jefferies tube. Maybe, if the prophets had mercy, Dr. Mora would leave again before he had to come out.

He didn't count on being in the way.

Odo'd checked the engineering crews' work schedule and hadn't seen anyone coming this way, but now, here he was, in the most embarrassing state he possibly could have been in, blocking Lt. Barclay's path. His open-faced surprise may or may not have come across accurately, with his form still spasming as it was, but his distorted "L̷̖̿͂͐͗͂͛ī̶̖͑́͛̑̅eų̶̙͚͗͆̍̐͝tě̷͓̙̟͋̓̆̅͜͝nant," was at least audible, and he managed to squeeze awkwardly to one side of the crawl way.

#ltbroccoli. reginald #c. odo #new rhread #v. main #t. head #haha trauma huh? #abuse tw