I am Hugh

Indie Hugh (Third of Five) rp blog. Semi-Selective. OC/Multifandom/Duplicate friendly.

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Hey party people this is Cy! Running an indie blog for Hugh/Third of Five from Star Trek TNG/Picard. 18+ for threads, minors can send in questions. Mostly private, semi-selective, though I tend to be pretty friendly. Super bad memory though. This is super headcanon based and I have chosen to ignore 90% of Picard.

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(Hey y'all, apologies for vanishing. I do wanna come back to this but quick discussion of serious stuff under cut. tw for ptsd discussion)

(I was diagnosed with PTSD recently and am in weekly therapy for working through it. I'm seeing a trauma specific therapist who was pretty horrified by the amount I've experienced. That was a wake up call for sure. I have it pretty bad.

I'm in pretty intense out patient therapy for it, and I'm tired a lot. I'll be fine, but I've got to work through stuff, y'know? I'll be able to come back to this soon but I don't have a lot of energy to write at all, for anything.

I'm doing good all things considered. I know I'll be totally fine it's just getting through the reprocessing that's gonna be a bear and a half.

Take care, love y'all! Go to fucking THERAPY IF YOU NEED IT holy shit. I honestly should have done this a long time ago.)

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(I have had a stuck activity notification for so freaking long!!! Hello everyone I'm hoping to start replying here soon. Probably gonna move a bunch of posts to the new text editor so I can cut things. Unless someone knows a better method)

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(Currently in Bird Hell as a status update)

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“Hey. Hey. If the Collective caught a donkey, would it be assimilated?”

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(Somehow, I ended up adopting some mice)

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@colnerys (Kira)

Hugh touches his head with both hands and then extended his arms in a very strange gesture. The gesture of a man who hadn’t slept in days. “Okay, so. The lemon, right? The lemon concentrate. That, it’s pH is really low, okay, so that’s why you need something basic to adjust that. Okay?? Right? So. What’s really basic? Milk!”

He waves his arms like he’s onto something.

[colnerys]

it’s been four days since the captain’s had any solid sleep. perhaps, her brain’s been fried from the insomnia plaguing her. brows further furrow, this time in disgust at the concoction hugh’s suggesting. slowly, she downs the cup of raktajino. hoping the third cup would wake her up, kira simply inhales a deep breath. 

“ just ‘cuz you could…  ”  she chews the inside of her cheek.  “  doesn’t mean you should.  ”

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“Okay, but come on. There’s lemonade flavored ice cream isn’t there? And humans make like root beer floats, why can’t there be lemon milk?” Then he notices the raktajino. “THAT’S IT!” he declares as though anything he was doing made a lick of sense. “YOU MAKE IT COFFEE!”

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(f r o g s)

[vicit-vim-virtus]

Starter for @iamselfmade

To say he was surprised to see Lore again would be an understatement. Although he’d anticipated a potential second reunion with the android, he hadn’t envisioned it to transpire so soon. The aftermath of Lore’s deceit was still burning like acid in the back of his consciousness; his outrage, whether it was justified or not, had left his creator with a mild concussion and a permanent scar arching several inches above his right brow. But the scar was nothing compared to the damage he’d inflicted on the android by neglecting to satisfy his needs, to provide him with the guidance to attain a relative understanding of human emotions, and to give him the life he had been denied because Noonian had been too preoccupied, too obsessed with the creation of Data...

Now, Lore had found his way back to Terlina III, and Noonian was uncertain what the android had in store for him. Had he returned to claim his laboratory and utilise it for harrowing and obnoxious experiments? Or had Lore somehow discovered that his father hadn’t died after all and had he come back for the sole purpose to finish the job? Properly this time... But if he was, then why drag an innocuous little fellow, like the one that was obscuring himself behind the android, with him? He was just a child.

‘Lore. What brings you here?’ he asked with poise, not abandoning the desk at which he had been working prior to Lore’s arrival. ‘And who’s your little friend?’

‘Don’t talk to him, old man ⸺ keep him out of this,’ Lore hissed, the bile of his past still lingered on his synthetic tongue.

‘And, what is... this?’ Noonian asked provokingly, unfazed by the android’s outburst, and proceeded to ignore his words by addressing the boy directly. ‘What’s your name, son?’

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@spacetimewriter (Lore)

Hugh slid further behind his adoptive father by instinct. The tension in the room crackled on his skin, agitating where synthetic met biological and standing up hair.

His father had said for this man- his grandfather? should he think of him that way?- not to talk to Hugh. He felt he wasn’t supposed to interact with him, to answer the question. A little war waged in Hugh’s mind, two obedient sides fighting each other: listen to Dad, or answer the question. The son and the Borg drone, fighting it out.

Honestly, this Grandfather was already a little scary. Dad didn’t like him, Hugh could tell. It might be better for him to answer the question so Dad doesn’t argue with the man any further. Well, not about this. Dad could be pretty confrontational.

“My name is Hugh,” he said, not moving from his place behind his father.

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❛  do you understand what that means?  ❜ / from kestra

Hugh liked kids. He liked being able to play along and focus on them, especially when he was away from work and friends focused too much on his own (admittedly neglected) well being.

Hugh liked Kestra. She was funny and empathetic (in more ways than one, he realized). And she was brave, she'd proven that the first time they met.

"I don't know," he said. "What does that mean?"

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(Lol I was in a tornado last night. Everything is fine, the cats are fine, the house is fine, I’m fine. It was weak, but this is very funny)

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“If there is one thing I know about pie… it is that it does not look like this.” ⸺ Data’s attempt at constructive feedback (keyword being attempt; boi has literally no idea what he’s doing).

Hugh looked back down at the atrocity he had created. Despite being put in the oven in a round tin, it came out lumpy and vaguely fish shaped. The temperature of the oven had been far too high- the top crust was seared beyond recognition but the bottom crust was raw. It had, at one point in time, been an apple pie. Now, who knew? The apples had long since gone to hell.

A playful smile tugged at his lips. He looked back up at Data. "Do you think I could convince Commander Riker to try some?"

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❛  is there anything i can do for you?  ❜ / from raffi

Hugh sprawled on the ground with a pillow directly on his face. "Can you see how many espresso shots the replicator is willing to put in some strong raktajino? I'm just curious how much the replicator will put into a cup before it puts its metaphorical foot down. I'm also curious as to how seventeen shots of espresso in a thing of raktajino would taste. Y'know. For science."

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❛  when was the last time you ate something?  ❜ / from beverly

Welp, he was caught. Despite the years that passed and despite the fact Hugh was, rather certainly, an adult, he never could get anything by her. Could he?

"It's been awhile," he admitted with a grimace. "It's- work's been really busy today, and there's a lot of placements that need to happen. I guess I kinda just... Forgot about lunch." And breakfast. And dinner the previous day. When had he eaten?

"In my defense, eating is still new to me and it's so much more convenient and efficient to just regenerate." He flashed a grin.

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Spot was graced with the impulse to ingest my pilea mollis, hence why she is presently wearing her time-out paper bag as a penalty for her erroneous behaviour. This does, however, not deter her from consuming one of my other plants in the near future. Unfortunately...

"Shame! Shame bag for Spot! A terrible cat! I am going to kiss her little paws."

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Unidentified shuttle, you are trespassing. Lower your shields and prepare to be boarded!

Hugh fucked up. He fucked up. He completely fucked up. This was bad. This was stupid. Manny was never going to let him live this down. If he survived this encounter, that was. "Listen! Wait, listen, okay, this isn't what it looks like! Something's wrong with my ship's navigation! Um- My name is Hugh, the former Borg drone! I am no longer part of the Collective so please don't shoot me on sight!"

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(Another tornado missed me by inches last night. I’ve been exhausted all day, sleeping because of a migraine. Right now I’m trying to figure out how to afford a tornado shelter, because I don’t have several thousand dollars to spend on one.)