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@wylloh
# wylloh . is an original character set within the star trek aos universe. this blog has a mature rating, is mutuals only, and is highly private.
exploring themes such as . . . living life to the fullest, being a menace on purpose, little sister behaviours, endless quest for knowledge.
starfleet officers : @highly1ogical, @startold .
like this for memes !
SPACE ; THE FINAL FRONTIER. THESE ARE THE VOYAGES OF THE STARSHIP ENTERPRISE. independent & selective portrayal of S'CHN T'GAI SPOCK of the star trek franchise. aos based with tos influences. written by hope ( she / her / 25+ ) established june '25. ©
🌿 * 𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 : 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎-𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜.
𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 : what grief does your muse carry quietly, and how do they cope when no one is watching? 𝐨𝐚𝐤 : what gives your muse strength when everything feels uncertain? 𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : what soothes your muse's mind when they are overwhelmed? how do they manage stress? 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : what memory does your muse hold onto most tightly, and why? 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐡 : when was the last time your muse had to start over, and what did they leave behind? 𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫 : what traditions or values does your muse consider sacred? 𝐢𝐯𝐲 : who or what has your muse clung to and why? 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫 : how does your muse protect the people they love? 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 : what parts of your muse are considered hard to love, and how do they deal with that? 𝐟𝐨𝐱𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 : what lies has your muse told to protect themself or someone else? how far are they willing to go? 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐬 : where does your muse feel most safe, what does that look like? 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞 : what does endurance mean to your muse? 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚 : how do they express longing, especially for something or someone that they think they cannot have? 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐞 : how does your muse heal - physically, emotionally, spiritually? 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 : what does joy look like for your muse? how do they let themself feel it? 𝐚𝐬𝐡 : what has your muse lost that still haunts them? 𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 : what inner wounds does your muse hide? do they hide it behind humour or confidence? do they hide it at all? 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚 : what does love mean to your muse - how do they show it? how do they want to receive it? 𝐞𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐬 : when your muse needs clarity - who or what do they turn to? 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧 : are there any details from your muse's childhood that sticks with them - good or bad? 𝐛𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐨 : how does your muse handle change and adaptability - are they flexible or resistant?
Would you leave without me? - No, of course not. - Because you're my brother.
ALIEN: EARTH, 1.07 "Emergence"
@startold
you have finally lost your senses.
" well, you're assuming i had any to begin with. " willow muses from her spot kneeling next to the machinery at hand, an interesting quandary to ponder, later.
" look, it's easy, i just need to rewire it, maybe rewrite some code, and we'll be golden! well, probably. most likely. just trust me. "
@mtyscott
PSA: small carrd updates have been made, more details in tags.
i was just resting my eyes. / from wylloh
MEME / accepting.
jim's body still feels heavy, like it's sinking in the hospital bed beneath him. tired smile pulls at his lips at @wylloh's words, hating that he's the reason for her reddened eyes & dark circles. bones said he'd been out for two weeks; jim doesn't doubt that she's spent every moment she can in that exact position beside him. ❛ maybe you're the one that should be in this bed instead of me. you look terrible. ❜ anything to lighten the sombre mood suffocating them.
his words draw a half smile from her, hand reaching for his on instinct, grasping it with her own. anything to feel the warmth there, the proof of blood pumping. she remembers seeing him lying there in the medbay, he'd looked like he was sleeping. yet, he'd been cold, so cold. he isn't now, now he's warm again, hands as calloused yet soft as ever. she squeezes, just a little.
" if you think i look bad, you should look in the mirror, i swear you've got a couple grey hairs now. " she forces a solemn tone, but he's right. she hasn't left besides to shower and change her clothes. what would be the point? the moment bones said he thought he could save jim, her world had stopped, only resuming when they had their answer, when that heart monitor started beeping once more. she hadn't been there when he died, she was damn sure going to be there when he came back.
It does not take a xenobotanist to know that the flora here is wrong.
The grass does not sway, it breathes like a living thing, rising and falling with each breath from the planet's subterranean diaphragm. As if they were taught to be wary of strangers, the too-vibrant flowers recoil from a foreign touch, yet, shyly curious, lean toward the echoes of their presence, lingering.
Vines, thick and serpentine in nature, have already begun to strangle nearby trees, and Pavel cannot help but think that if they get too close, they will lunge and coil around their necks.
I have a sinking feeling we are the ones already lost.
Selfishly, part of him wishes Hikaru were down here with them, filling the unsettling atmosphere with a smile and more commentary about the local plants and what, precisely, makes them weird than Pavel would have once assumed possible for one single man to know.
The rest of him, the rational side of him, is glad that Hikaru is back on the ship, far away from the labyrinth this planet has become.
"This may be the captain's way of getting back at you for the other day," Pavel says, smirking slightly as he glances up from his tricorder. Why he keeps checking it as if anything will change, he is unsure—that is the definition of insanity, isn't it?—but it is a familiar comfort nevertheless, even if their instruments struggle to make heads-or-tails of the terrain.
Perhaps this is a sign that they have made a mistake disregarding those warnings.
Pavel rolls his eyes at the tricorder and slots it back into his belt.
"But that is the gist of it, yes. I think going back would be stupid." And why, he cannot precisely say, but he is as certain of this as he was the course he had plotted to get them here—call it a gut feeling; something he has been encouraged to trust in by the captain over the years.
"If they managed to get a signal out, they must have other equipment we can use to help us pinpoint the others." Assuming they are still lost by then. "We may also be able to hail the ship."
He pauses. "And hopefully, they can tell us something more about this strange planet."
so basically, they're just a tiny bit screwed unless they can find the source of this signal. fantastic. not out of the ordinary for an away mission, unfortunately, but still. hand smacks the side of her tricorder, a tried and true engineering trick, and thankfully, the screen stops glitching. " i dunno, it's not the first time i've landed a bullseye shot on his giant forehead without telling him i was using him as target practice. " tone is droll, head tilting to the side in mock thought. it's not the first time she's done it in the rec room either.
she's careful to duck under the low hanging flora, not wanting to risk disturbing it unless absolutely necessary. she's been in the medbay when there's been allergic reactions going on enough times to know that is not a fun time. getting strangled by an alien plant is even less appealing.
" just for the record though, " she begins as she starts searching in her bag with her free hand. much like sulu often does, she requested special permission to bring whatever weapons she felt necessary. " if we get to the point cannibalism becomes a viable option, i'd make a terrible meal. i'm full of mucus, just everywhere. " yes willow, because that's going to lighten the mood.
a-ha! hands finally find what she's after, holding out a short silver handle to pavel. " it unfolds if you flick it, it's kinda like a short sword, in case we've got to chop any plants back. i've got some... non-regulation upgrades on my phaser for laser cutting, but i don't have the time or tools to upgrade yours as well right now. " plus, she's pretty sure a bridge member with the same functions would ruin any scraps of plausible deniability jim is clinging to.
" i'm confident whatever we find, i can upgrade it so we can find the others, or at least boost the signal so they can find us. we'll be home in time to catch the last 20 minutes of the signature 'why the fuck did i come to space' rant by bones, guaranteed. " decidedly not guaranteed, but she's pretty sure that goes without saying. that's the job though, isn't it? boldly go, not boldly run screaming from danger while pissing your pants in fear.
unfortunately, all i do is think. / for tos jim from willowww
MEME / accepting.
jim stands for only a moment before he's pulling up a chair & motioning to the one beside him. ❛ come on, take a seat. ❜ not an order, but his tone leaves little room for argument.
he's known @wylloh for a long time- seen her through many life events. he knew even before she'd spoken that something was troubling her. ❛ talk to me. ❜
she knows better than to avoid the conversation, sinking into the chair as directed, hands holding the sides of it. the captain has been like a brother to her for years, giving her the confident to apply to starfleet at 14, to follow her dreams, to make a difference. " it's nothing, really, it's just... "
he knows when to spot a lie, their captain, better than most. " sometimes i feel so out of place, here. i've always been younger than other crew members, but everyone here has all this life they're living, still have to live, and i... don't. i don't regret joining starfleet, not for a moment, but, this is, and will be, the rest of my life. literally. it makes it difficult to fit in with everyone else sometimes. "
@wylloh sent﹕
❛ i promise i'm gonna be your worst nightmare. ❜
" 'course you will, " scotty replied, patting her on the shoulder. not taking the young engineer seriously. most of them ended up being his worst nightmare anyway. until her name popped up on his PADD. " willow . . . kirk?! "
eyes widened as he kept reading. " i don't mean to be nosey— but are you related to the captain by any chance? " there was sarcasm on his question, despite being genuine.
" if that's the case, i do hope you're not as mad as him " scotty lowered his voice, as he tucked the device beneath his arm. a hand already reaching up to rub the bridge of his nose. " —god knows i can only handle so much. "
" yep! younger sister. " the grin that spreads across her face is almost grinch like at his tone, catching the quiet comment. she doesn't acknowledge it, she knows damn well she's just as bad, and perhaps in some ways, worse. she doesn't have the stresses of captaincy to worry about.
" if i may, sir, it's a pleasure to finally get to work with you. " hand leaves its perch on the handle of her oxygen tank trolley, extending for a handshake. " before the whole... khan incident, word was you only tolerate the best. exactly the environment i thrive in. " she won't brag, her qualifications are all clearly laid out in her file, if he's interested.
my backbone sometimes resembles wet tissue, it happens. / willow 4 jaylah
MEME / accepting.
jaylah stares at @wylloh incredulously. ❛ i do not get it. how do you stand? ❜ it's not that she lacks a sense of humour, the nature of human jokes is sometimes lost on her. ❛ do you require some kind of aid before we can move? ❜
the question takes her off guard for a moment, and then it clicks. " oh! i mean metaphorically. like... people say their backbone sometimes meaning their moral backbone, moral standing. " she's fiddling with something on her lap as she speaks, taking a second to glance over. " and sometimes, mine has the same consistency as wet tissue, case in point - "
hands raise, straw held carefully as she aims the spitball, annnnd release! " bullseye! " the target, of course, being the back of jim's head. thank god for shore leave on earth, one of the few times she can terrorise him openly.
❝ could you help me with something? ❞ / from wylloh
MEME / accepting.
spock looks up from his station. he'd heard @wylloh's approach, of course, but had simply assumed she'd been looking for the captain. ❛ of course, ms kirk. what is it you need? ❜
" this math- " she holds out the padd for him to inspect, equations galore. " - it looks correct, but it's more your area of expertise, so figured i'd double check. "
it's an experiment she's working on in the engineering lab, exo-rigging for security uses, but she needs to compensate for different environments within the coding, allowing the machinery to automatically adjust.
me? doing replies? who would have guessed
jim looks at the bush, bearing brightly coloured fruit. he has no way of physically testing it for any kind of danger, but he can see the lower branches are missing the fruit, which means whatever wildlife live here must deem it safe to eat. so with that deduced. . . he looks at willow with a cocky smile on his face. ❛ fine, ten bucks. you're on. ❜
he pulls one off that looks ripe, head turning each way as she asks where they should go. ❛ that way. ❜ he decides, turning to the right & taking a bite from the fruit. it's awful, but he somehow manages to hide it from his features as he forces himself to swallow it. ❛ here, you try it. ❜
she barely resists the urge to make a face as he offers her the fruit, and finger juts up to point at the cannula below her nostrils. " eating strange, alien fruit with my condition? do you want me to die? " an exaggeration, but the dramatics in her voice are present regardless. though, she's sure jim knows as well as she does there's little to no danger in it.
" what d'you think we're gonna find? " the excitement is laced into her tone, eyes shining as she takes in the flora around them. " i'd say hopefully nothing that wants to eat us, but knowing our luck... "
she's doing her best to sit still, she learned a long time ago making @startold job more difficult is a sure fire way to piss him off. not ideal when you're in the medbay on a regular schedule, let alone when the doctor in question is your brothers best friend.
" i still think you should have lollipops for the regulars. there's gotta be more than just me. " not the first time she's made this suggestion, but she has a new angle. " plus, you could use them to shut us up. "
