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❛⠀ that's... no, of course, ❜⠀he says, half following the conversation. it is usually not a problem for him, hungry as he is for every word that leaves her lips, for another moment with her, just the two of them without the spectre of starfleet hanging over them. today is different. today he had a plan. julian spent half the night planning every stop of their tour, and the entirety of this morning's senior staff meeting selecting the perfect words to ask her out. and then he started talking, and she started talking, and he lost complete control of the conversation, and she is so excited as she talks about how she is going to accompany keiko down to bajor today that he can only swallow his words and nod along, tightly controlling the disappointment swirling in his chest from touching his eyes. ❛⠀ you are absolutely right. ❜⠀

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she'd been rambling for a while now, words coming quickly as she went on about her and keiko's plans for the day. it had been so long since she had set foot on ground not made of metal, so long since she'd been in a non-artificial atmosphere. but despite her excitement, sheila finally manages to recognise his slightly dejected tone, despite how he tries to hide it. her head tilts to the side as she studies his expression for a moment. he's only half listening, it seems. " mmhm, and then we're going to break in and steal the tear of the prophet. " with the trap laid, there's a very faint smirk on her face as she waits for julian to finally snap back to reality.

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gonna be working on fixing up my rules page and maybe making a caard - any advice would be lovely!

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𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐋/𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

as requested by a very wonderful, very dear, very lovely friend! i hope you all enjoy using these as much as i enjoyed writing them! i honestly found these so nice and therapeutic to write tho like oml i cannot get over it! DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST PLEASE! 

“ oh, i knew you could do it! i’m so proud of you! “

“ i’m thinking of doing a movie/game night at my place, if you wanna join in? “

“ how many mugs of coffee have you had today?! that’s enough, now, you go take a nap before you buzz through the ceiling! “

“ i’ll send you the recipe, if you like! but, in the same breath, you should know that i really don’t mind continuing to cook this for you; it’s no trouble at all, really! “

“ are you sure there isn’t anything i can do to help you in the kitchen? “

“ come on in! take a seat! i’ll fix you up a plate, there’s more than enough to go around! “

“ why don’t you spend the night here? really, it’s no trouble to fix up the guest room, and we have plenty of spare pajamas and toiletries if that’s what’s bothering you! “

“ look, i get the whole lone wolf thing, trust me, i do. but… you do understand that there’ll always be a place here for you, don’t you? that door is always open to you, no matter what. that’s a promise. “

“ why don’t i make you a cup of tea, and you can tell me all about it? “

“ [NAME]? hey, hey, hey, what’s the matter? are you okay? what’s wrong? oh, come here… “

“ jeez, i don’t even wanna know how you got that battle wound there; sit down and let me fix it up, won’t you? “

“ hey, stranger! it’s been a minute, huh? what’ve you been up to? how have you been? hell, where have you been? “

“ now, now, don’t be silly; put that wallet away. i invited you out for dinner, so i’ll pay the bill, right? you can get the next one! “

“ hey, you didn’t order anything! don’t worry about it, huh? here, take half my sandwich; i can never finish the damn thing, anyway, you’re really doing me the favor! and there’s coffee in that flask, so help yourself to that, too! i’ve been trying to cut back, anyhow. “

“ hey, i know it’s really late, but… i didn’t know who else to call. “

“ everything’s gonna be okay, i promise. just tell me where you are, okay? and i’ll come and get you right this second. “

“ well, we have to celebrate your good news! what’s your favorite dinner? oh, and cake! we can’t have a decent celebration without cake, right? “

“ hey, hey, it’s okay, relax. i’m not about to nag you for skipping out on curfew, alright? have you eaten anything? because i saved you a plate, and it’s in the oven if you want it. “

“ now, now, none of that self-hate talk! we all have bad days, right? we all mess up sometimes and make silly mistakes. but it doesn’t matter at the end of the day; it just makes the good days all the better! “

“ guess who has an extra ticket for the concert this weekend! wanna come with me? they’re practically front row! “

“ you’re still coming over for dinner tonight, right? “

“ hey! what are your plans for the holidays? because, if you didn’t have any, i have an offer for you! or an open invitation! “

“ did you do something different with your hair? it looks amazing! “

“ oh my god, where have you been?! i was so worried about you! are you okay? did you get hurt?! “

“ we should go out tonight! come on, you can ransack my wardrobe if you like! i have a friend who’s the bouncer at that new night club, they can get us in for free! “

“ i made you some breakfast, if you’re hungry? it’s your favorite! unless you’ve got a new favorite, in which case… “

“ don’t forget to take an umbrella! “

“ let me know when you get there so i know you’re safe, okay? “

“ i watched that show you recommended last week! it was so good! can you believe that season finale, though? “

“ rough night, huh? i know that feeling. here, help yourself; the coffee is fresh, and the waffles are pretty damn good today, if i do say so myself! “

“ i knew you’d forget yours, so i brought extra. go ahead, help yourself! “

“ you’re welcome to stay for as long as you like. what’s mine is yours, okay? you don’t need to ask permission, just take whatever you want. “

“ you should get some sleep, okay? my room is just down the hall if you need anything. “

“ you don’t need to be so polite around here, you know! help yourself; i don’t bite! “

“ hey now, never apologize for feeling emotions, okay? humans are meant to feel all this stuff, no matter how good or bad the feelings are. besides; shoulders are built to be cried on! “

“ you should keep that sweater! it looks much better on you than it does on me; brings out your eyes! “

“ i never realized you could cook! the apron suits you very nicely! “

“ if you don’t have any plans this weekend, we should do something together! “

“ remember, if you want to leave early, just call me and i’ll come get you, okay? “

“ would you come on in inside out of that rain?! you’ll catch your death! “

“ don’t worry about it, okay? no apologies necessary; just breathe, everything’s good. “

“ it’s okay! no use crying over spilt milk, am i right? fetch me that mop and i’ll clean it up; you should find a clean shirt in the third drawer in my room, too! “

“ here, grab a plate; i made your favorite, and there’s more than enough for you to have seconds and take home a tonne of leftovers, too! “

“ would you mind setting the table for me while i finish up in the kitchen? “

“ you want some hot cocoa before you go to bed? i’m more than happy to have one with you; not to praise myself or anything, but my hot cocoa is the best in town! “

“ you did it! oh, congratulations! quick, i’m gonna fetch the sparkling cider, and then i’ll book a table somewhere fancy; we’re going to celebrate in style! “

“ oh god, you’re burning up a fever, you poor thing! here, lie down, let’s get you some water and a nice cool cloth, huh? “

“ how are you feeling? i thought you might be hungry, so i made some tea and toast. “

“ i thought i might find you out here… this must be your favorite spot, huh? it’s nice! “

“ how are you? and be real with me, now; i can tell when you’re not being honest with me. you’ve got a tell. “

“ figured you might be needing an extra blanket in this weather. you mind if i sit with you for a while? “

“ let’s go for a walk, huh? i know this place that does the best coffee you’ll ever have! “

“ i can’t believe you’ve never seen this movie before! we have to fix this immediately; you get the popcorn, i’ll order in the pizza and get the tv set up. “

“ wow… that pun was so awful, it actually became good again. nicely done! “

“ i know you have that meeting today, so i thought i’d come wish you luck. and give you my lucky socks! “

“ hey! i hope you’re hungry, i spared you some waffles and pancakes from breakfast this morning! “

“ maybe you’re not ready to talk just now. but i want you to know that, whenever you are, my door is always open to you. understand? “

“ i’m not here to say i told you so, don’t worry. i’m not that cruel. i’m just here to comfort my friend. “

“ you’re here so often, i figured it was about time you had your very own mug! “

“ do you mind if i put you down as my emergency contact? “

“ you should move in with me! i have a spare room, the rent is cheap, it’s closer to work… i mean, only if you want to, but i’m very much in favor of this! “

“ i know that things haven’t been easy for you lately, so… i was thinking, maybe we could plan a little vacation together? “

“ pull the car over, alright? you can get some sleep in the back seat, and i’ll take over the driving. “

“ woah, woah, woah… slow it down a few miles, huh? what’s going on? where’s the fire? “

“ do you want a hug? i give some really good hugs; i nearly got voted the best hug-giver in the continent, once! come on, you know you want to! “

“ hey! so i’m after having a really crappy day. you wanna get take-out and watch a movie at my place tonight? “

“ i remember you saying you didn’t like this ingredient last time, so i fixed you up something else. “

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"These hands could hold the world,

But it'll never be enough."

selective indie multimuse ft. Dr. Julian Bashir of Star Trek: Deep Space 9 Loved by Col

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@colnerys​ asked: grandma

listen here you little shit.

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☆ zeveth​

zeveth nods rapidly. and then she shakes her head just as fast.

“it’s not an engineering problem,” she sighs deeply, shoulders falling. she’s relieved the human is open to conversation. “it’s a founder–” she looks away, catching herself. she still can’t look up. the next words are painful to her. “it’s an odo… problem.”

another sigh, steeling herself before she looks again at sheila.

“he is not… like other founders. like other– changelings. i understand that… well enough.” her hands come together to plead, though she fights hard to keep it from her voice. “you know him, don’t you? you are close. i– i need to know what i have done to upset him. i have demonstrated my loyalty and yet he looks away from me. he won’t speak to me, not the way he speaks to you or to the other inhabitants aboard this station. i feel i am a burden in his presence, even though i say nothing. please.” her voice is tight. she swallows it back. “i know he has every reason, every right. i know. but he is still a founder to me, and i can’t… function, knowing i am so detested by one i care for so much.” she bows her head. “i beg your advice. what can i do to be – not even in his favor, just… to exist in the same room? what can i do to be at peace?”

as soon as the vorta drops the name of the stations resident changeling, sheila’s mouths a silent ‘ aaah ’ of recognition. that made sense. the sudden presence of not one, but two dominion deserters on deep space nine had, understandably, caused odo some deal of stress. she lets zeveth ramble, get her troubles off her chest before she waves her hands in a gesture of ‘ don’t worry, i’ll help you out ’.

“ it’s okay-- c’mon, let’s sit. ”

with that, sheila nods her head towards one of the replimat tables; one close enough for her not to stumble on the way over, but secluded enough to offer them some privacy. one sat, calloused fingers knit together and rest upon the table’s surface.

“ it’s... i don’t know-- difficult, for him, i guess? he’s spent most of his existence believing he’s the only on of his kind, and suddenly ta-da, there’s more of him, and ta-da, they’re considered gods. it’s a lot for him to process. ”

she ponders for a moment, considering her next words carefully.

“ i don’t think you’ve done anything in particular to upset him, zeveth. it’s more the founder association-- not that you’re not trying already, it’s gotta be hard disconnecting the dots there. ”

“ i don’t know much, but i know he’d appreciate being seen as just odo. ”

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@scottyland​ asked: oh? 'n' in yer expert opinion why would that be?            fallout new vegas quotes // accepting!

" expert? i don’t know about that, more like... guessing. ”

her suggestion of simply beating the console into submission apparently had hardly gone down well with the chief of engineering. slowly, almost innocently, a hand hovers over the offending blank screen, only to be brought down with a solid thump.

the screen flickered for a moment, before the displayed schematics return.

“ see? good guess. ”

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☆ ensnchekov​

“I think it is a very interesting idea!” He nods enthusiastically at @starslcst​ and a smile plays out across his face. “We can do that. If you want.”

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“ i’m glad someone thinks so, at least! ”

there’s a certain archaic quality to they way sheila approaches a problem. there had been a small number of times where a certain vulcan had referred to her ideas as ‘illogical’ ( a fair argument, in all honesty ). a chaotic approach, certainly, but occasionally her ideas worked out.

“ just... y’know, try not to blame me too hard if we break something. ”

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☆ zeveth​:

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“Miss– ah, O’Kelly, isn’t it?”

The Vorta seems uncharacteristically tense, standing here just outside the replimat with her arms pinned at her sides and her large eyes wide and focused.

“I realize we haven’t spoken much before, but there is a matter to which… I believe you might have the answer. May I speak with you?”

she’d been rather naive when arriving on deep space nine. clueless to the well known rifts between different alien species, the tensions between different powerful factions. with time came experience, and an understanding of the recent ( and ongoing ) dominion threat.

leaving the replimat, one of the furthest things from her mind had been encountering one of the resident vorta. while she’s been addressed by name, sheila still finds herself glancing around quickly for whoever zeveth could be talking to before pointing one finger up at herself.

“ oh, me? are you sure? if it’s an engineering problem, the chief might be a better option for you.”

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so having finished my watch through of DS9, i'll be making it sheila's main verse. she is, of course, always available for TOS/AOS/TNG interactions!

also, i'll be making a VOY verse for her after i finish watching season one, so that will open up more possibilities ✨️

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☆ wcrlds​

“i’m pretty sure everything tastes better than that atrocity over there,    ”    soft brown eyes warmed at her pleased sound, happy to see sheila enjoying herself.    it truly was a terrifying little thing; he should offer it to miles next.

grabbing a little piece of bread, he dipped it in the stew, before popping it in his mouth.   “    you get used to it.    just don’t ever try replicated klingon food… it’s rubbery, very unpleasant.    pro-tip, don’t ever get into that discussion with the captain, you’ll spend three hours listening to him talk about it, and before you know it, you missed half your free-shift.   ”     he almost fell asleep while examining a patient — a lesson well-learned.

“ i mean, he didn’t taste all that bad, exactly, ” sheila defends, now concerned that she was coming off as unappreciative of his well intended offering. “ just... not quite as nice as the stew. with some sauce, though, maybe? ” she trails off, peering over at the now abandoned dish. she’s off in her own little world for a moment, trying to think of ways to add some oomph to the meal ( pasta sauce? or maybe a white sauce, maybe? ) when the words ‘ replicated klingon food ‘ catch her attention.

her face scrunches up in visible disgust, her attention now turning back to julian. “ replicated? isn’t regular racht bad enough? ”

“ i think the worst thing i’ve ever eaten was something my dad made... mum was the better cook, but sometimes when she was at work dad had to make do. he’d make this weird... minced meat and rice meal, with frozen peas and carrots. no sauce or anything. mum used to call it his ‘chew and spew’ dinner, ‘cause it looked like it already had been... ”

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☆ colnerys​

Eyes scan the scene anxiously as the scent of industrial smog, fogs of cigarettes, and harsh perfumes ravage her senses —— damn, she could feel a headache coming on. if she’s ever thought the space station is noisy, this place definitely takes the cake. with the incessant hollering of ‘todays newspapers’ and the honk from a four-wheeled machine —— that must be one of those ‘cars’ the humans on the station are so nostalgic for. 

oh, kira doesn’t like this one bit. but, from all the starfleet reports she’s read against her will pertaining holodeck malfunctions, there’s a possibility that they could detect the two of them as out of place only from the clothes on their bodies. a black coat stands out like a sore thumb, resting on the surface of a wooden bench —— kira takes a deep breath in before taking it and throwing it over her shoulders.   

“  What?! we need to fit in!  ”  she exclaims almost defensively, the shoulder pads drooping well past where her shoulders are, the sleeves inches past her hands —— she’s being swallowed whole by this coat.  “  Here. wear this.  ”  reaching beside him is the most unfortunate looking checkered coat dyed in shades of green and mauve… but it’ll have to do. 

“  Huh … so this is where you came from, right?  ”  to nerys, any year before the 2200′s are all the same to her.  “  And uh, I wouldn’t know. I don’t spend nearly enough time in one of these things to know.  ”

“ easier said than done, ” sheila sighs, an anxious hand rubbing at the back of her neck. it would be difficult enough for them to blend in as is; two women walking around in slacks was asking for attention. not only that, sheila is well aware of how her cane could garner unwanted attention. the late eighteen hundreds were not so kind to the disabled. at the very least, hopefully the coats kira locates could give them enough cover to go relatively unnoticed by passers by.

she dons the coat as instructed, but not before she channels her inner garak, holding it at arms length with a particularly disdaining ‘ ugh ’ as her nose crinkles at the sight of it.

should kira turn to face her, she would find that sheila’s previously bewildered, concerned expression has now contorted into one of absolute horror. “ you did not just say i’m from the eighteen hundreds! ” she splutters, very clearly offended by the insinuation. “ jesus, i know i’m old, but i’m not that old! ”