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D I S C O V E R. THIS WAS A WORD WHICH INCITED from her fathomless ambition; Nyota Uhura had always wanted to be an explorer for the sake of brilliant and beautiful – discovery. And yet there are things that perhaps needn’t be discovered or explored; but should serve as caution to the rest. The consequence of going too far; to toe along the edges of where lingers the apotheosis of fear. The eldritch things that live in the dark parts between the stars – were such nightmares meant to be found? How far can malevolence be explored? And to what end? Nyota drew herself closer, chasing the warmth from him, again finding comfort in that familiar darkness, face pressed into the crook of his neck; clinging far tighter than what would be her conventional grip into his skin. In hushed, slow inhales and exhales she sidestepped Spock’s sentiment about discovery as the idea felt strange and tight in her chest, a concept that did not belong. Instead she followed the invisible equations he drew into her body, a great many she could not guess their beginnings, middles or ends, but she did catch patterns, numbers and the occasional order of operation; it was the secret she kept with his hands, had yet to ever say aloud her hypothesis to what he left etched into her skin. Briefly smiling into his neck, Nyota drew her leg high, sliding slowly through the middle of his – smooth skin against soft, black hair.

It was a feeling she wanted to chase.

But fear is insidious.

It bleeds.

Her hand, that was soft snaking a delicate line up his neck to the tip of his ear and back down again, finally stopped to rest against his chest, smoothing the hair idly with her fingers.

Fear bleeds – bleeding into the familiar darkness she found in the comfort of Spock. The dark of a vacant rip in the cosmos, a singularity of darkness - unquantifiable fear.

“Spock–” his name trembled in her mouth, “ . . . do you think fear is tangible? If it’s observable and quantifiable - couldn’t it be tangible? A sentient thing?”

The question itself sounded like nonsense, she knew it to be true, but there was a context that she couldn’t explain. It was how she knew fear was tangible; it was a cold hand that held sense at the back of her esophagus and reached down and polluted the air in her lungs with which to speak it.

Maybe Spock might draw an equation of numbers with which to unlock the words trapped in her throat.

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“ 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑫𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑵𝑬𝑬𝑫 ? ”

AN ANSWER FAILED HER or at least one that seemed like it would produce any sensical clarity to either of them. The question held an answer so large Nyota wasn’t sure how to respond for several long minutes. In that time, the dark from the room mirrored the darkness that lingered at the edges of her thoughts, a puzzle to carry with her from birth, to this moment, to seemingly the rest of her days.

Uhura did this from on occasion; in these private, silent, intimate spaces she held with him where her mind wandered to the end of the galaxy, gently pulling his hand along behind her, only to stop right at the edge where infinite darkness began.

Back inside of Spock’s quarters, in a far more familiar darkness; that darkness that held no pretense, just as the man of whom she laid her body against. The resolute and unrelenting heat from all of her radiated deep into his skin as Nyota made a brief ascent upward where her head came to rest under the point of his chin.

When the words finally came to her, they came packaged inside of a query; “Spock – what do you think is out there . . . beyond the galactic wall?”

This had not the first instance in which Nyota came to her mate with this question; and very nearly each time the way in which it is asked, the hour of day and circumstance - all different. Going so far to appear as though a non-sequitur - as it did now. Though there was hardly anything random in this question, a question she thought on almost every day of her life from youth.

Not untoward for scientists and explorers, to pose such quandaries and wonder grand and mysterious things; it was that her tone never implied Uhura was asking for the purposes of science or exploration.

It was a secret thing she asked him — with no expectation of a specific answer, leaving it to be little more than a rhetorical question, but far from direct or specific.

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“ Conversation ran short. ” [Sardaukar Marc]

UHURA LOOKED DOWN AT THE DEAD ROMULAN at Marc’s feet, clearly unprepared for the lone Sardaukar he would cross blades with this far out in the northern desert; Romulans proving better equipped to survive further in the desert than most who aren’t Fremen. With swift hands she immediately began stripping the body of anything valuable, upwards to collecting his water; water from Romulans being far more useful and consumable then the chemical-ridden water of the Harkonnens. While at her task, Uhura pried out loud at Marc the reason a singular Romulan was this far in the desert, clearly meant to survive out here for at least a week given the presence of that many rations and a frem-kit. But she was met with a very concise and unsatisfying reply– “ Conversation ran short. ” She certainly didn’t buy into the fact he attempted to extract any intelligence from his kill. Uhura was Fedaykin and few others understood the art and necessity behind combat as they did, but given the nature of the fight being for their very freedom and autonomy to live on their own world untrammeled by outworlders; they also deeply understood the necessity of subterfuge and interrogation. Setting aside a para-compass, the frem-kit, rations, various other small tools and devices, she spoke without looking up from the black, rubber pouch she filled with the body’s water of Marc’s dead Romulan, “ — you would think a Sardaukar would be interested to know why his enemy is so far from their normal patterns. Though I never thought Sardaukar did much thinking, so can I really say I’m surprised? ” The vitriol in her tone apotheosized at the very end of her statement, where she cut herself short, abruptly so. She didn’t like him. Very nearly the whole Sietch had shared this sentiment – until prophecy was spoken. Lines of holy script, but really just venomous propaganda spewed for centuries by Bene Gesserit missionaries. Uhura loved Layla – and yet no one in the Sietch could rile her to anger as quickly as Layla. The antecedent cause to that anger was always rooted in prophetic and religious beliefs that Uhura could simply not subscribe to; particularly in the exacting way with which Layla tended to believe in these Holy Signs. Holy Signs where Uhura only saw lies meant to enslave the faith and beliefs of her people, while Romulans and Harkonnens saw to enslave them in a more literal sense. Marc had fit the lines of prophecy; things about the foe becoming the friend, a man of three. Lines that didn’t even register as sensical to her nor did she care to have them explained by Layla inside of her religious fervor or Spock inside of his logical litanies. So it was decided to reform the Sardaukar rather than to take his water and give his body to the desert. Uhura didn’t understand it, and there was a large part of her that didn’t want to, not when she was there squatting on the ground watching the blood drip off his blade and wondering how much blood from her people ran down the same metal edge. Admittedly the only ones who really spoke to him in the Sietch, beyond functional discourse, were Spock and Layla. When the last of the water was drained, she threw the packs over her shoulders, and looking at his sword and back at Marc, she spat “ – feel better, Sardaukar? ”

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STAR WARS: REBEL RISING PROMPTS *  assorted lines from the book by beth revis, adjust as necessary ** credit to the amazing vicioushope for providing the content :)

where am i going to run?

welcome to the worst days of your life. 

no one else is here. 

can you teach me how to fight like that?

i’m teaching you everything i can. 

if you’re going to shoot, you always shoot to kill. 

what other information can you give me?

forging takes work and patience. 

i won’t say anything. i just want to listen. 

i want the truth. 

just because you don’t want to hear a truth doesn’t make it less true. 

i’m just here to talk.

i don’t know what you expect of me. 

i’ve heard the rumors. 

i didn’t want to believe it was true. 

i do what needs to be done. 

the resistance needs a martyr. 

don’t give them another thought. 

one fighter with a sharp stick and nothing left to lose can take the day. 

i already knew you were strong enough. 

don’t come any closer.

it’s always rough when it’s your first kill. 

you can’t protect me. 

at least i taught you to protect yourself. 

you constantly amaze me. 

must run in your blood. 

you clean up well.

silence isn’t the same as peace. 

what do you think war is? 

how did you track down the traitor? 

i thought i was going to die. 

that’s not a very high standard. 

i know you like to be in charge. 

i’m coming with you. 

you’re not leaving me behind, are you?

you’re coming back for me, right?

what really makes people work harder is fear. 

can you fly this thing? 

i can fly anything.

i never thought it would be like this. 

it’s over. whatever happened, best not to bring it up again. 

it’s over. you’re safe here. i promise. 

i have seen so much blood. 

i remember the face of everyone who’s died because of me. 

why are you following me?

could i make a difference?

that’s what i’m afraid of. 

it never ends.

how much to fix this?

for what price?

i don’t see how i can help you. 

you do a job and you’re done. 

don’t start a fight you can’t win. 

am i being arrested?

i just want to sleep. 

you could do so much more.

❝ 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 - 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃

L U N A T I C , cratered with a ɢᴏᴅ’s ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀᴘʀɪɴᴛs . the deep structures of my mind have been irreversibly changed by communion with an ultraterrestrial intelligence . this is my 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑. this is my temple . but i take my weakneꜱꜱeꜱ && turn them to my advantage . i take my ꜱcarꜱ && make of them my 𝑤 𝑒 𝑎 𝑝 𝑜 𝑛 𝑠 . ❞

． ． ． ． ． 𝑆 𝐸 𝐿 𝐴 𝐻

ᴠᴇʀsᴇs • ᴍᴇᴍᴇs • ɢᴏᴏɢʟᴇ ᴅᴏᴄ • ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ • ᴘɪɴɴᴇᴅ

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well hey hey, explorers ! so listen, i fell down a rabbit hole of hyper fixation and colors this morning trying to make some graphics for this blog, and i think some of the stuff turned out really fun, i just have ZERO use for any of them. so if anyone wants these for whatever reason, please have at them. you don’t need to credit me, thank me, you don’t have to interact with this post at all. either this can be a fun little holiday surprise in someone’s day or i’m just out here showing off my trash — either way, help yourselves!

i have a couple other graphics and stuff i’ll be unloading that will also be free to a good blog for anyone who needs them!

… and if you got down here and were like “damn bitch — are you colorblind?” lmfaooo, no, but some of these friggin things would absolutely lead an mf to believe otherwise 😂

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OK MY TREKKIE DEARHEARTS : who wants to really be slutty and do some real hot girl shit with me?

what does that entail you ask ?

WELL MY FRIEND - what say you to getting our tiddies out for a real, live, bonafide —

adventure thread ?

marooned on a barrren planet?

covert away mission?

a holodeck catastrophe episode?

something i haven’t even dreamt of?

can’t think of a plot but still want to?

n e v e r f e a r !

plotting is my favorite tune dialed up until the knob snaps off; i can build us a unique and interactive plot to get started!

shipping is fantastic, but y’all i am literally sending out a call to adventure!

we’re SPACE EXPLORERS ( well writing muses who are / adjacent to lolol ) boldly fucking around and finding out! your muse doesn’t need to be a star trek muse, you just need to have a willingness to want to go on a space adventure - can just be a one off or a plot we turn into a bigger story arch

so what do you say hot guys, gals, and non-binary pals — wanna murk a couple of npc red shirts with me?

then hit that heart ❤︎︎

( i’ll send an adventure starter. don’t be shy sliding into my dms to plot specifics & multis specify muse ! )

stay hydrated & stay classy, rpc 🖖