Christine Chapel RP blog

indie and selective nurse christine chapel rp sideblog || mun 30+ || follows from rainbowtribble || loved by eva

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Indie selective Christine Chapel rp sideblog

彡☆ multiverse & multiship

彡☆ follows from @rainbowtribble​

彡☆ read the rules

彡☆ other rp sideblog is multimuse @startrekpillowfort

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This pretty new promo pic for season 2… why is Chapel monochrome?? It looks like one of those pictures in which the ones in b/w are deceased. What’s gonna happen to her??

🥺 I WORRY

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                     " That is highly illogical. "

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fasciinating​:

 “ That is highly illogical. ”

“Sometimes it’s more about the journey than the- look, you’re not supposed to actually read the list of ingredients...”

Chapel cradles the specially replicated box of 21th century breakfast cereal protectively, then holds it up and points to the side.

“You’re supposed to solve the word puzzle. Sort of a combined nutritional experience and a recreational activity.”

[startrekpillowfort]

Based on who you would interact with, which ST muses would you like to see on a multimuse blog?

Garak (DS9)

Bashir (DS9)

La’an (SNW)

T’Pring (SNW)

McCoy/Bones (TOS)

Harry Kim (VOY)

D'Vana Tendi (LD)

Geordie La Forge (TNG)

Somebody else? Comment and let me know!

Ignore this button - it’s just for me so that I can see the results

Voting ended onApr 12, 2023

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Indie selective Christine Chapel rp sideblog

彡☆ multiverse & multiship

彡☆ follows from @rainbowtribble​

彡☆ read the rules

彡☆ other rp sideblog is multimuse @startrekpillowfort

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*yawns and stretches*

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Hiatus notice

Hi everyone. I’ve been trying to push myself to write for a couple of days, and it’s starting to feel stressful - which I absolutely don’t want. I’m going to take a small hiatus for my mental health and do other things for awhile.

I love the threads, relationships and plots we got going on and I adore writing with you. Thank you for being patient, I appreciate it. ❤

In the meantime, take care of yourselves ok, it’s summer, stay hydrated - lots of love from an actual pigmentless cave spider

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Hiatus notice

Hi everyone. I’ve been trying to push myself to write for a couple of days, and it’s starting to feel stressful - which I absolutely don’t want. I’m going to take a small hiatus for my mental health and do other things for awhile.

I love the threads, relationships and plots we got going on and I adore writing with you. Thank you for being patient, I appreciate it. ❤

In the meantime, take care of yourselves ok, it’s summer, stay hydrated - lots of love from an actual pigmentless cave spider

[ezrisdax-archive]

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@cptnpike said: 🃏

send me  ‘🃏 !’  and i’ll write you a starter using a tarot card as the inspiration !

Card pulled: Six of Cups (familiarity, memories, healing, restoration) card picture under cut~

"Hey..." She put the cutting knife down and wiped her hands on a towel. This was the second time they cooked together and something was eating him. Whether or not he was ready to talk about it was another question entirely, but she wanted at the very least to let him know he could.

"How are you feeling?" She hesitated, studying his face. "I can tell something's wrong, and if you say you don't want to talk about it, we can just go back to cooking and that's fine..." A pause. "But I'm right here, and some things are a lot easier to deal if you're not doing it alone."

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@entpilot​​ said: ❝  every time you smile at me,  i memorize it.  i remember each moment that i get to be the one to bring out that light inside you.  no matter what happens between us,  that’s what i’ll remember.   ❞

Her vision blurred and she had to turn away for a moment. Her heart ached with such intensity that some old fear stirred in the depths of her soul. The most beautiful thing anyone’s ever said to her, and she felt laid bare, too vulnerable to be safe.

It urged her to make light of the situation, to crack a joke and retreat. But she couldn’t, not in the face of Erica’s bravery. She wasn’t trying to pin her down, even pointed out that the memory of her would be dear to her even if the future put them on different paths.

How could she be less truthful in response? Her hand lifted to gently ghost her fingertips down her cheek as she swallowed hard.

“You’re the most beautiful soul I’ve ever met”, she whispered. “Every moment I get to spend with you is a moment I treasure.”

[wretchedhearted]

⤏ send me “plots please”

… and I’ll respond with  3  (or more)  interesting  plots / relationships / connections  I can think of for our muses!   There is  no pressure  for us to write any of them,   but it’s a great starting point for you to get a sense of how I think our muses might interact and what sorts of plots I’m most interested in happening between them  -  so don’t be shy!

for multimuse blogs make sure to specify who you’re looking to plot with

[leneemusing]

IT’S  ALL  ABOUT  THE  YEARNING 

❝  you need someone.  let me be that person.  let me be what you need.  ❞

❝  look,  i dunno if i’m the kind of person you need or even want right now.  but i’m looking around and i’m the only one who’s here.  ❞

❝  i never realized how much i needed you until you were the one person who wasn’t there.  ❞

❝  you asked me once,  if i would ever take a chance on us…maybe that ship sailed.  but.  ask me again?  sometime— doesn’t have to be today.  maybe tomorrow just.  ask me again.  ❞

❝  i know i can’t protect you from everything,  but i wish you’d let me protect you from the things i can control.  ❞

❝  i used to have so much faith.  maybe not in deities or something but,  in the world.  the universe.  i believed their was a purpose to it all.  i’m not sure when i lost that.  ❞

❝  have you ever had something…missing?  like something just doesn’t feel right inside you but you don’t know what it is.  ❞

❝  sometimes,  i just need the world to be beautiful.  i know how dark and ugly it can be but i just want to see something good and focus only on it for a few minutes.  ❞

❝  i was sort’ve hoping you needed me.  is that selfish?  ❞

❝  people need someone to see them for what they are and not just see it but accept it.  i want to be that person for anyone i can…but it can be so suffocating to be that person and also remain unseen.  ❞

❝  sometimes i feel i’m being crushed under the weight of everything i’ll never be.  ❞

❝  you’re looking at me but you’re not seeing me.  do you know how that feels?  just see me.  please.  ❞

❝  i want to deserve you.  i’m trying to deserve you.  ❞

❝  i know i fucked up.  i know i did but don’t shut me out anymore.  let me in.  please let in.  ❞

❝  every time you smile at me,  i memorize it.  i remember each moment that i get to be the one to bring out that light inside you.  no matter what happens between us,  that’s what i’ll remember.   ❞

❝  i can’t help but think there’s got to be something out there for me,  somewhere.  just some place where i actually feel like i belong.  ❞ 

❝  the world is so big.  why do i never feel like i fit into it?  ❞

❝  when i’m with you i feel like myself.  i feel like every side of me is present and accepted.  and i feel good about it—  i feel good about who i am when i’m with you.  ❞

❝  do you like me?  i know you love me.  i know you care about me but.  do you like who i am?  ❞

❝  i want to look in the mirror one day and not feel uncomfortable with my own reflection.  ❞

❝  just take my hand and close your eyes.  pretend we’re anywhere else but here.  ❞

❝  so,  what would you be?  if you had to power to change all the things making you unhappy,  what would your life look like?  ❞

❝  do you even know what it does to me?  every time i see you cry,  any time you’re hurt even the smallest bit it just— do you realize how deeply you’ve imbedded yourself into my heart?  ❞

❝  i don’t feel like a whole person without you anymore.  i don’t fucking care if anyone else would say about that.  you’re part of who i am now.  the most important piece of me.  ❞

❝  every time you walk away you take another piece of me with you.  ❞

❝  i’m only really living in the moments when we’re together.  the rest is just existing until you look at me again.  ❞

❝  it feels like there’s a string around my heart and it’s connected to you.  everywhere you go you’re just tugging me behind,  pulling me towards you.  ❞

❝  you’ve got me in the palm of your hands.  you could crush me and i would still thank you for touching me at all.  ❞

❝  i no longer know where i end and you begin.  you’ve wound yourself around my soul so tightly,  you’re all i feel anymore.  ❞

❝  you’ve stolen my heart,  the least you could do is tell me what you intend to do with it.  ❞

❝  i don’t have perfect words.  i’m not the kind of person who knows how to sound poetic and shit.  so all i know what to tell you is that i belong to you.  i don’t know if you want me.  but i’m yours.  and at this point however it is you need me,  i’m here.  ❞

❝  you’re the only thing that matters anymore.  i can’t eat,  i can’t sleep—  all the goddamn cliches from every stupid movie and song.  you’re all i think about.  i’m useless except when i’m yours.  ❞

❝  i haven’t stopped thinking about the way you laugh.  i’m hoping i’ll get to hear it again.  ❞

❝  when your eyes are on me,  i feel like something worth seeing.  ❞

❝  just let me look at you for a little bit.  ❞

❝  i would do anything for you.  all my lines and rules.  they mean nothing when it comes to you.  it’d cross and break them all just to make you happy.  ❞

[cptnpike-a]

The Enterprise Command station is unusually spacious, with controls and instrumentation so highly advanced the net effect is simplicity and attractiveness. In foreground, CHRISTOPHER PIKE, Captain of the U.S.S. ENTERPRISE. […]  He is a complex personality with a sensitivity and warmth which the responsibility and loneliness of command often forces him to hide.

ind. selective. mutuals-only portrayal of christopher pike. loved by odette

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entpilot​:

plotted starter for @chapelicious​ 

chief security officers log; something—im not sure what it is, but this place doesn’t feel abandoned. I can’t get past the feeling of being watched, even when im alone. it doesn’t make sense. this outpost has been abandoned for nearly fifty years. the only use starfleet found in it was to turn it into a relay station to aid in deep space communications. I’ve spoken with chapel, the chief of medical about it, I can only hope it’s in my head and the creepy feeling is from whatever made the cobwebs in this place and the long lost prints in the dust covered consoles. everything is moving along smoothly, although we’ve gotten reports of whispers being heard in empty corridors. it could be anything at this point, we are only three months in to readying the outpost. we have a lot more work to do here. I never expected to be put in charge of everything but with chapel’s help, things have been running smoothly and all 45 members of the crew are healthy and accounted for.

this planet… this place. it was had a creep factor that made her uncomfortable, even more so when it was quiet and she was in her office looking over rotations for shifts, plans to begin mining for the relay, and the next shipment of supplies. the reports of whispers poured in within the first week of their mission to ready Kelso 335 for relay operations. erica chopped it down to old equipment replaying old logs and lost emergency beacon tests. what else could it be?

the rapport they were given months ago seemed fine, there was nothing dangerous on this planet aside from some local wildlife, but they were no where near the outpost. it took a couple of weeks to clear the hallways of dust, it would take a few more to get the systems updated. the mission was slated to be two years and yet, she wasn’t sure with the damage to the base over the years, if it could be done in that amount of time.

leaving her office, she made her way down to medical to check in on an injury from one of the science crew who was  looking into the local fauna to update reports. pressing a button along the wall, the door opened with a swish and she stepped into the bright lighting of med bay. typical injuries on the job, but the fauna one was interesting enough to gather her attention after the crew member developed a rash in the arm she claimed the fauna latched onto. 

“hey.” stepping into lab she leaned against the counter looking over the vine that latched onto their crew. “anything?” dark gaze moved from the vine towards christine, bringing a small smile to her features. “should I raise the alarm on this thing. you know? hey guys , don’t agitate the plants, they bite.” a slight tease but her question was serious. “I have something for you to look at too, I found some medical reports from the previous occupants. out dated but it’s on interactions with this thing.”

in truth she wasn’t sure what to make of it. if they needed a medical evac for their science officer, it would take nearly a week to be reached. that alone made her uncomfortable. “nothing too helpful, but it documents the same rash. it might help you with this one.”

chief medical officer personal log —Do you believe in ghosts? I’m not sure who I’m talking to here. I’ll have to edit this later anyway. Once the CMO starts blaming ghosts it’s over. I’ve had patients ask me about the whispering, thinking it may be tinnitus, and it’s not - I checked. I told them it must be the AC or something. Wrongly calibrated, you know? But it’s not. I can tell we’re not alone at Kelso 335. There’s something here with us but I can’t figure out what and I’ve got nothing to back it up with. I can’t go to Erica with nothing but a gut feeling and some goosebumps. On the other hand, the Erica I know respects a gut feeling. It kept us alive more than once. I have to tell her I think something’s up. Just have to steer clear of the ghost talk.

So far their mission hadn’t offered any medical emergencies, but then Christine had watched them all like a hawk. Until now, and this was hardly an emergency. The science officer had his arm placed on a sharply lit table and she was sitting on the other side, carefully sealing the tiny wounds the vine had caused. After removing it she had secured it in a sealed jar. It curled against the glass, and in the bright light she could see the tiny, red thorns covering the stalk.

Something about it didn’t sit right with her, but she couldn’t put her finger on what so she turned her attention back to the officer’s arm. The closed wounds were surrounded by small dots, so dark that they were almost red.

“It itches”, the science officer confessed and she hummed an acknowledgement while scanning the arm and reading the result. Nothing out of the ordinary.

When Erica stepped inside, she had to smile.

“Hi there. No, so far it’s nothing special...” She trailed off when medical reports were mentioned. If it was important enough to make a medical report of, it couldn’t have been standard. Putting a lid on her misgivings for now, she accepted the reports gratefully. “Ah, that’s very helpful. Thanks. I was wondering, this is a pretty mild reaction to a plant that’s so predatory that it moves much faster than a Venus Flytrap. Gotta be more to it.”

Something in the corner of her eye - a movement? - caught her attention before she was even consciously aware of it, and she whipped her head around.

“Did you see that?” she asked quietly, moving closer to the patient, eyes locked on the naked arm.

Another movement; something was moving underneath the skin, for just a fraction of a second before it was smooth again. She canted her head, hand tightening around the pad containing the old medical reports.

“You know what, tell everyone to avoid these plants”, she breathed, her mind working at warp speed.

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entpilot​:

the palenque was a touchy area for her. erica doesn’t talk of the losses or why she wore the pin for remembrance day. she experienced so many firsts on that ship, it was engraved in the back of her mind and would probably remain there until she felt it was alright to talk about it. there were times she could swear that christine could read her mind and where her thoughts lingered during their late night conversations—she never had to go into full detail of what she was thinking and it sounded insane to say out loud but it gave her a peace of mind, it kept her at ease.

she could tell and see the gears turning before christine spoke. she offered a small smile. enjoyed hearing how differently her thoughts worked compared to the average person. erica knew if she was talking to anyone else in the quiet of the space station around them, she’d get the  old ‘your fate is sealed and there was nothing you could do to change it’ speech. not christine. “there are a few people who I can say have become part of the story of who I am today. they don’t question—they listen—they are the ones who don’t judge and support every dumb choice I have ever made.” friends that are still out there on other star ships, at other deep space stations watching their ship get worked on just as they were.

fate was a tricky thing, some believed it was the path you were on, others thought it was already written. erica wasn’t sure where she stood on the debate of it all. she knew that she believed that making choices kept you on the path you were supposed to be one.  

“there’s this quote.” she began, her smile growing at the thought. “it comes from a 20th century music artist. he said; ‘There’s nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be…’ and I think it speaks wonders to what we do out here.” her gaze falls to christine. “you know… no matter where we end up, here is where we are supposed to be. if we ended up in another deep space station, that is where we were meant to be. in a million timelines, a million universes we are where we are supposed to be.”

she could agree with the meetings, she could count on one hand the ones that felt like fate. “If you could change anything, would you? if someone out there said ‘I got this nifty machine that will change a choice you made’ could you?” of all the years she’s been active in startfleet and more to come, she doubt something like that will become a thing, but it was fun to think about.

“I like that quote.” The more she thought about it, she really did. Obviously it didn’t account for the horrible things. She had seen enough people dying unnecessarily she’d never believe that their stories were supposed to end like that. But largely, when thinking of the broad strokes, she could definitely subscribe to the meaning behind the quote. It didn’t tell you that horrible things happened for a reason, or that you had to stay in your place - but instead of thinking you were meant to be somewhere else, you look at what you have and where you are here and now - and push on from there.

“If you use it correctly, it’s more empowering than compliant, you know. My whole problem with Fate is that it tries to pin you down. If I’ll ever subscribe to a fate-based ideology, it will have to be one that allows for free will - and change.”

She considered the what if scenario Erica described. It was a temptation she was glad to not have to resist.

“I’m not arrogant enough to say I got no regrets. I’ve made some dumb decisions -  most of us have, right - but to go back and change it?” She scrunched up her nose in a brief grimace and shook her head. “No. Every decision I made led me here, now, with you. And I like where I am and who I’m with.”

She smiled then, sheepishly, as if she’d said a bit too much.

“My point is, that if you start to go back and change your flaws, pretty soon there will be nothing left of you.” A curious glance. “What about you? Would you go back and change anything if you could?”

[junimorpmemes]

Not-as-spicy sinday asks.

For those of us out there that would like to participate, but also find some of the sinday memes out there a little too spicy. Consider this the mild sauce of the ask memes for sinday.

What is your muse’s sexuality?

Is your muse sexually active?

Where does your muse’s libido fall on the scale? 10 being hyper-sexual, 1 being the opposite.

Do they like to listen to any music or are they more of a fan of silence during the act?

Is your muse a top, bottom, or a switch? Why?

Are they dominant or submissive?

What kind of underwear do they wear on the day-to-day?

Are they polite or do they have a dirty mouth?

Do they get embarrassed easily when it comes to nsfw things? Or are they shameless?

What kind of things are they into?

Are they a virgin? When did they lose their virginity? If they haven’t, do you think they ever will? Are they waiting for someone special, or do they just not care?

Would you consider them kinky or tame?

Are they loud in bed or quiet? Talkative or more of a noise maker?

Give us a random sinday headcanon or fact about your muse!