#fakesmade

[orihong]

⁽ ⁰⁰³ ⁾         “  let me have a sip of thinking juice,  here.  ”         —         @fakesmade​

A WRY CHUCKLE ESCAPES,   THE SOUND DULL AND HALF - HEARTED DESPITE THE RELEVANT AMUSEMENT OVER THE MASK OF A SKILLED PLAYER.     if not for his acute awareness of her skills,   he would have been the slightest bit concerned.    but they’ve gone down this road once before,   and it’s never gone awry.     yet.     he swirls the drink in his own glass,   watching her take a sip of her choice of poison with ease.         “  perhaps i should do the same.     i’m well equipped with a good amount of braincells but a little extra help couldn’t help.  ”         AND SO HE BRINGS THE GLASS TO HIS LIPS AND TAKES A SIP,   brows furrowing in thought and yet it was more than disappointing to say that not a thing that went through his mind was coherent enough.     just static.     and he did not particularly like dead - ends.         “  this would be easier if our contact did not go ghost.  ”

[nursc-a2]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾                     @fakesmade​ asked:   [ HOLD ]:         while close to the receiver, the sender wordlessly takes a hold of their hand, for no other purpose than to be holding it.

it is a strange world.    stranger still on the other side of the galaxy, christine has discovered.   to her, the horrors still pale in comparison to the wonders, unwavering curiosity and delight don’t offer her a rose-tinted view of the universe, they simply allow her a wider perspective.    everything matters, and as long as that is true, the good things are always going to be more important.   

as their perspective literally shifts in front of them, a kaleidoscope of colors from three simultaneous sunsets embracing their bodies in golden lights, she feels vindicated in her view.    that funny, proud feeling, however, is quickly overwhelmed as a hand slips into hers. 

that is the true magic of the universe, she feels squeezing amara’s hand.   not just reaching for another hand in the dark, in pain.    happiness is as worthy of being shared as pain, if less poetic;   it is magnificent in its full image, not just in the shards of encased beauty negative emotions can conjure.   bumping her arm into the shorter woman’s shoulder, she tears her gaze away from the horizon to smile and capture the image with her mind.    it will be gone tomorrow, as they will be, but that golden encased moment will last a lifetime.

meme tag.     ☾      accepting

[doctordonovan]

❝   are you alright?   ❞

 maeve’s always been a little quiet     -    and,    perhaps,    ‘a little' could be labelled as one of the most impressive understatements in recent centuries.    it is in her nature after all:  to watch, to learn,  to try and exist without getting in the way.   her time on ship is only a temporary thing    -    there to fulfill whatever tasks are needed   -   and honestly it is made easier by keeping herself a useful ghost.   half human is happy to seem to only focus on her work.

 ❝   I'm okay,   don't worry.   ❞    words come out soft  ,  backed up with flash of small smile no matter how there is audible pause to cough up some of the bitter dust seeping into lungs.    just once,    it would be nice for a mission to give them a slight break.     ❝   are you?    I'm sorry,    I didn't have much time to both warn and drag.   ❞     quick instincts and gentle hands surely did little to aid in the shock once authenticator,     peridot gaze pausing in her scanning of newly crumbled surroundings of u.s.s hope’s once pristine halls to properly check on @fakesmade​’s wellbeing again. 

[conziergearch]

                   palms balance the padd between her fingertips when the door to lieutenant flores’ quarters slides open and permits her inside.   eyes spot her behind her desk :   busy,  she presumes ――   but then,  there’s hardly a moment available that’s not best spent busying oneself with the repairs of the ship.   there’s a sharp edge to the air,   a general nervousness persistently spreading across the decks.   she’s halfway to where @fakesmade​ sits perched on her chair when something catches her eyes :   a drawing,   an unfinished sketch, …   a level depiction of her own eyes staring back ――   she pauses her steps momentarily,   expression rigid,   before clearing her throat.     “ the scans of the nearest planet suggest the presence of highly-advanced lifeforms,   but no obvious signs of a warp-capable civilisation.   i was hoping you could go over the scans again and confirm the findings.   if they are warp-capable,   perhaps we could bargain with them for some of their duranium. ”          ref.  ref.

[colnerys]

GEN/SHIN IM/PACT MEME , accepting.

@fakesmade​ asked : ❝  huh,  it  seems  i’m  immune  to  coffee  now.  ❞

“  oh, i hate to promote anything quark’s invented but that ketracel white energy concoction is really effective.  ”  kira unleashes a sheepish grin before begrudgingly cracking over a can and grimacing at the taste.  “  eugh —— i mean, if you’re averse to the taste of battery acid then you’re outta luck.  ”

[wcrlds]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾                      @fakesmade​ asked: ‘hey, no need for the… i didn’t see you had weapons.’ for felicia?

“      these little things?    ”     breaking eye contact to glance down at the knife, her smile deepens as she starts playing with the blade between her fingers, the metal gleaming as it catches the light from the moon outside.    “     i never go anywhere without a knife or two, or three.   you never know what you might catch.    ”

leveraging her height against the shorter woman, felicia starts walking closer, pleased as she is forced to look down at her.    “    you shouldn’t either.   little kitties like you, playing pretend.   don’t you know it’s dangerous out there?   ”

meme tag. ( always accepting )

[nursc-a2]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾            @fakesmade​ asked:   “ hey, baby, sorry i was late! ”

curling an arm around amara’s, christine leans into her, smile and thankful expression hidden in her dark locks.    “    i owe you one.    ”     she plays the role of doting girlfriend quite well, pressing a kiss to the shorter woman’s temple before pulling back, expression now filled with love instead of the apprehension of before, teeth digging into her lower lip to hold back a laugh.

“     well, better late than never, i guess.   scratch that, i want an apology, actually two of them.    ”

meme tag.     ☾      accepting

[elencr]

ₓ ˚ .   ୭   ˚ ○ ◦ ˚    ―      ㅤ‘ who did this to you ? ’   |  will always accept.

* .  ♡                                                     they really have to stop meeting like this. ellie wondered if @fakesmade​ liked hanging out in bathrooms. just waiting for any hint of a next case to drop. there’s a soft smile, as the brunette proceeds to poke (not lightly) at the bruise forming on her cheek. she winces at the pain that shoots through her face and pulls her hand away - shaking it out lightly, before she pulled away from the mirror. turning slightly on her feet, ellie met the gaze of the other woman. “ me. ” she said with a slight embarrassment in her tone. “ baking is a dangerous game. ” there were also burn marks on her hands and wrist. “ caramel is a bitch if you’re not paying attention. ”