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STARFLEET IS A PROMISE; i give my life for you, you give your life for me. and nobody gets left behind. ensign silvia tilly is out there, and she has every right to expect us. we keep our promises. please report to your stations and designated safe zones on the starboard side. good luck, and god speed to us all

# CPTNPIKE. [ ruffle a few feathers ]

an independent, private, mutuals-only writing account for CAPTAIN CHRISTOPHER PIKE from STAR TREK. portrayal heavily focused on the personality shown on star trek: discovery, with select inspiration from star trek: strange new worlds*.

to proceed please read my rules and i'm always accepting memes. discord is available upon request.

a study on: service, sacrifice, compassion and love, not abandoning who you are when faced with an impossible future.

*while i love strange new worlds as a show, i do not love their portrayal of pike. i find him dumbed down, unprofessional and a bit silly. i also prefer to tie in his choice to accept his future to his commitment to his crew on discovery, not because kirk is actually the greatest captain ever and needed for the future (i really hate the season one finale). but as i said on top, i do love snw, and i'm not going to be posting a lot of critical stuff here cause that's not my style. i just wanted to put this here to explain why I'm more attached to disco!pike. thank you for checking out my blog, have a nice day!

[metamorphesque]

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath

[text ID: And so it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.]

[cptnpike-a2]

owedfavors​:

          // @cptnpike​ sent,  ❝ you’re allowed to need help sometimes. ❞

          usually,  the words would pull her attention.  usually,  she would glance up,  give him a look,  whether it be stern or dryly amused.  this time,  long moments pass before she offers any acknowledgment that she heard him,  attention so absorbed by the shifting colors and sliding pieces.  though delayed,  she does eventually raise a hand just enough to gesture him to wait.    locals called it a puzzle,  one they had yet to solve,  a remnant of the planet’s former inhabitants,  long gone.  

          for all her usual control,  una had not been able to keep her interest from writing itself across her features,  eyes suddenly bright.  he could not help but notice,  and had dismissed her from their actual responsibilities to investigate.  she’s scarcely gotten anywhere in the hours since,  and since he approached to check on her,  she has scarcely moved except to breathe.  now,  her voice sounds distant as she forms the words,    ❛ if you dare call anyone to help me… ❜    there’s no urgency,  no risk to taking her time.

          ❛ it’s not often a puzzle eludes me,  chris. ❜    she drops title to use his name,  speaking more to her friend than her captain.    ❛ I’m not ready to concede defeat… ❜    for the first time since he joins her,  she glances up at him,  stern,  focused expression giving way to a smile.    ❛ don’t spoil my fun? ❜    that smile proves no less fleeting than usual,  however,  as,  suddenly concerned,  she asks,    ❛ we don’t have to leave,  do we? ❜

“    accepting help is not defeat.   ”     he points out, words gentle as an indulgent smile settles on his lips.    he had no plans of dragging her away, or putting a second head to work with her against her will;   it was her mystery, she could do with it as she pleased.   they belonged to two different schools of thought:   she was going to work this problem until it gave up, shattering in front of her and revealing the answer, relying only on her own powers and mastery.

now him...    he belonged to the school which took the old expression  ‘two heads work better than one’   to heart.    “    as long as you’re having fun, i suppose.    ”     he teases, adding a small shake of the head at the end.    “    you got a few extra hours.   peaceful planet, i let the kids go and play.   spock found his own mystery, and some of the others a restaurant.   ”

crossing his arms over his chest, he peers down as well.   no wonder it had her in such a trance, he thought, eyes lifting to catch hers for a fleeting moment.  the familiar sparkle, brighter today, reassures him.    “    come on, not even a sounding board?   i promise not to give any ideas.   ”    wheedling her, christopher straightened his shoulders, ready to leave and join the rest of the crew in the restaurant if she asked, but wanting to stay.   as she said, it wasn’t often that a puzzle eluded number one   —  he did travel to see impossible things, didn’t he?

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highaver​:

@cptnpike​ asked: We’re being attacked by a shape-shifting alien from outer space, formerly disguised as my horse.

     It was one of those statements that could only be met with one very particular, very unprofessional kind of response:

     ‘ What the fuck? ’ Wasn’t this meant to be a nice break? When had shapeshifting aliens who were supposedly out to cause them harm entered the equation? Also, more importantly, why were they attacking them? Balfour had a dozen questions, all of them good except for the ones that were actually managing to leave his mouth. ‘ What… horse? What? ’ 

     He had just gotten here.

“    indeed,    ”    he replied simply, offering chief kyle a small, polite nod before ushering balfour back to the bridge;  it had been a bad time to be without a chief of security.    as excellent as la’an was, she couldn’t be be two people at the same time, no matter how hard she tried.    “    we’ve had an...   odd day, mr. cousland.   ”   

the aliens had first appeared in everyone’s dreams, finding a figure from their past to lure them into a permanent dream-like state before attacking.   they were now sporting the faces of their loved ones;   and in the unfortunate case of their leader, of his old horse.    “    had a nice time?    ”     he asked, quirking an eyebrow.

[lcgends]

alright so!   i had a lot of fun playing with more solo blogs this year, definetly might bring back some next year if i have the time, but for now, i think, for my sanity and also so i can focus on a variety of muses that i’ve been thinking about, i’m going to fold @lcgends, @cptnpike, @vcla, @starstcff-a and @wcrlds into a smaller multimuse.  i’m stealing delenn’s url for the multi cause it’s really good.   so yeah!   if you want to keep interacting with me, please follow @starstcff!   i’ll be moving over most threads !!    thank you all so much for the lovely time here, hope to see you on the next blog, if not…   let’s be honest, i’ll be back.

[cptnpike-a2]

i’ll probably return here when the new season drops and i go back to trek trek trek mode!

[whatelsecanwedonow]

STAR TREK: DISCOVERY S02E01 | Brother

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seriouslyaliens​:

       “aren’t they just?” the doctor said, a certain fondness for their ship evident in their voice. the tardis was, of course, extra special to them. “shouldn’t need more than a day or so for repairs. with my help, she’ll be done even quicker. we’ll be out of your hair soon enough, hopefully with much less paperwork involved.”

christopher pretends to consider the doctor’s words, eyes shooting up to the ceiling as he shakes his head.    “     still a lot of paperwork.    more of a you thing, than a time thing.    ”    regardless, there would be endless questions about their presence, and, worse, probably an admiral or two would stop by to talk about it.    “    if you answer some of my questions, i’ll pick up a wrench and give you a hand.   well...   unless you are in a hurry, than better keep me away from all manner of tools.    ”

[doctordonovan]

birdie’s nice list!     feat.  @cptnpike​​

❝   you said it was a ghost story.   it isn’t.   it’s a love story.   ❞    ❝   same thing,   really.   ❞

 even the festive season isn’t enough to stop me from using this quote.    but seriously,    you’re not the worst.    thank you so much for listening to   (   reading?  )    my endless rants    -    one day I’ll stop bugging you with 1,000 things.   I’ll never get over how much I love all the life you bring to everything write and the incredible sheer skill that’s always so obvious on all you do.

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byzcntine​:

it seemed as though the lack of breakthrough had even the most confident of those amongst them feeling a bit uneasy, to put it mildly. what exactly were they missing? clearly a ship full of some of starfleet’s finest should be able to get to the bottom of everything, right? michael watched as everyone poured out of the room, and while she should have followed suit, there she stood. anchored to her spot.

“i wouldn’t go as far as to say you’re see-through these days, but i have heard the stirrings amongst the senior officers. some of them haven’t been able to sleep properly with the way everything’s been going… and i can’t help but to think that the same, if not worse, has been happening to you.” one of her shoulder’s rolled into a shrug. “it can’t be easy being in charge of something that has hit a stalemate.”

“    well...   i suppose i’m glad that i didn’t become invisible and nobody has thought to inform me until now.    ”      the joke doesn’t come easy to his lips, a stalling tactic in order to deal with her next words.    had he been on the enterprise, his worry and midnights ramblings around the ship would have long been the subject of a conversation with boyce or a questioning from una   (    neither of them his choice    ).    here on discovery he could skip through the cracks more easily;   the distance he kept from the crew wasn’t born out of a desire to not get involved, but from a disturbing lack of time, a necessity which bothered and rankled him.

the mystery keeping them fighting would still be as undecipherable as before, but it would be easier to deal with the setbacks.    “     you speak from experience?    ”     only she was more involved with it all.     “    a little bit.    ”    he adds, confesses, shaking his head, right eye closing for a moment.

[fitzandmontgomery]

”Then one day, you’ll wake up and she’ll be home.”

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owedfavors​   (   @owedfavors​   )

          not for the first time this day,  she thinks she ought to have passed up the clandestine mission in favor of usual routine aboard enterprise.  she eyes the crashing waves distrustfully,  rubs grains of sand between fingers and thumb.  still,  sometimes even she needs something different,  curiosity fueling a desire for novelty,  and there’s something she cannot quite put her finger on when it comes to being someone else to the outside world,  just for a few hours,  a glimmer of memory of childhood loves.  

          still,  patience has worn thin,  and she little appreciates the unexpected delay.  perhaps its the restlessness of nothing to do catching up to her,  mission complete and no other responsibilities in which to bury herself.  the suggestion of a walk is more than welcome,  and una tucks away the small device which is their lifeline to the enterprise and through which crew had notified them in coded message of their delay.  she accepts his offered hand as she rises,  but makes no effort to brush away what sand clings to her. 

          ❛ you’re really going to dare to say that before we’re back on the ship?  I thought we’ve agreed not to tempt the universe with comments like that. ❜    she keeps her voice low,  for all there’s none close enough to hear,  and falls into step beside him.    ❛ but,  seeing that nothing has gone terribly wrong yet…  honestly,  no.  it’s not weird.  it’s a refreshing change. ❜    she glances up at him,  wry smile an imperceptible tug upon the corner of her lips,  as she adds,    ❛ though,  we’ve probably both doomed it now. ❜    

“     have i finally won you over,   ”     despite the quiet tone of his voice, her name   —   number one   —    is bit back.    it feels strange, and just a little disconcerning to not do so, a feeling he had become very familiar throughout the day.      “    have you started to believe in fate and other unquantifiable things, or is my string of bad luck just such a mystery that you had no other option but to accept the impossible.    ”

fresh air was one of those things which you desperately missed when you got aboard a ship, forgot after two weeks and then almost fell to your knees when you felt it again.   his lungs filled with gusto as christopher craned his neck to look at the horizon before eyes returned to her wry smile.     “    we are usually so worried about tempting fate.   i think perhaps it has started to think we don’t appreciate it.    ”     he grins, finding an even more ridiculous position from which to posit his arguments from.

“     beautiful planet, good company, a successful day.   i think we owe fate a thank you.   ”

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ensnchekov​:

Pavel’s arm is pressed against @cptnpike​‘s as they huddle together, watching as the other patrons throw themselves to the ground in a flurry of fear and panic. Two masked men are toting guns and barking orders, threatening to shoot anybody who, as they say, try anything funny. Pavel can’t think of exactly what funny things someone might do under threat of grievous bodily harm or even death, but as he clutches the book to his chest that he almost got signed, he doesn’t think he can just sit back and do nothing, either.

Even if the thought of going against armed robbers makes his heart pound erratically in his chest.

The man in the owl mask must be the leader, for he’s the one barking the orders. A woman—an employee of the bookstore, judging by her nametag—stands at gunpoint and nods quickly, promising to comply. They want money. “Sir,” Pavel whispers, hoping to get Mister Pike’s attention, “what if they kill her? I think—there has to be something we can do.”

the event he is currently living through belongs to someone else.   it must.    as the robbers wave their guns around, delivering explicit threats which make his blood shiver, he remembers incident after incident of his former life.    seeing the woman shiver and plead with her eyes as she moved around the counter, he remembers why he left.    it is the worst sight in the world:   a human coming to terms with their possible death.

leaning back against the bookcase, chris sets his chin to his chest, eyes darting in the boy’s direction.     of course he was right.    there was no way he was going to allow this to go on without interruption, risk that woman’s life to protect his.     “     we need to get everyone else farther away first,    ”      or anyone else’s.

“     start telling people to scooch back behind the cases.   quietly.    ”     gaze drops to the book on the boy’s chest:    it was already sort of his fault, wasn’t it?

[honeygrandpa]

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_________  ⋆˚ ★ incoming holo / endless edits of cptnpikc ( don’t reblog if you aren’t @owedfavors )

- Hermann Hesse  (  for katya who made me read that at 6 am and altered my brain chemistry )

[wcrlds]

i kind of want to rearrange my life / what i’m writing, so i’m gonna put this blog and @cptnpike on semi-hiatus.    not for lack of muse, but more like i want to focus on other things for a while and i’m feeling these two blogs are more of a drain right now than true joy.

mostly i’m on @nursc and @lcgends.   

@vcla  and   @starstcff  remain my quiet blogs that can be awakened at any point, as they are mostly silent for smaller fandoms and me not having the time to reach out to a lot of people.

[lameborghini]

im not funny but that doesn’t mean i won’t laugh at my own jokes

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lykaiia​:

     “Maybe I’ll just wait until it’s a really slow week around here just to keep things interesting. And by then, you’ll appreciate having me around enough to go a little easier on me.” She laughs, if only because the very idea itself sounds ridiculous. She will get into trouble, yes, but if she and Chris are to become any kind of friends—and she considers the term lightly, for true friendship is an odd relationship for her—well, that takes time and a certain level of trust. 

     But, humour and levity have been a core part of who she is for centuries now—some things simply can’t be changed. Even if he dislikes the very idea.

     "I think it’s very comfortable as far as floors go.“ She makes a show of stretching, very canine-like in nature, as if she could fall asleep right here without care to anyone who may be walking by. They’ll step over her. Or they’ll kick her awake when they trip. “I could sleep here. You?”

     She makes a rather loud huffing noise that almost looks out of place with the twinkle in her gold eye. "Table manners, huh? Not much use on the floor, are they?”

     If this is a game of being stubborn and outlasting the other, she has more patience than her personality would lead one to believe. And she does so like to win when she can. So she waits.

     —And then she grins, showing off all her sharp teeth. “Your quarters? You got it, captain, sir.” She springs herself up from the floor back into a crouch, and offers up her hand. “Don’t worry; you won’t pull me down.”

“    you’d be surprised.    ”     chris sighed, drawing his shoulders back.   this floor was many things, comfortable it was not, it felt like he was lying down on a table of pinpricks.    “    manners are useful at every time and situation, you should look into it.    ”

the flash of her white teeth makes him immediately regret his decision.    he is a stubborn man, that has always been his nature, he could have hold for at least a few more rounds instead of folding just to get it all over with.    chris had the feeling this wouldn’t be the last time he heard about this incident. 

seeing as he had no other option, and trying to get rid her was nearly impossible he accepted the outstretched hand.    entire body protested when he moved, muscles painfully contracting along his back and upper thighs.    blue is hazy with pain as he looks blankly at her before welcoming a bit of darkness as he closed his eyes.

it was done.    he was...   vertical at least.    “     and we never get slow weeks.    ”