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INT. USS ENTERPRISE-G, BRIDGE - DAY. ↳ @shoulders.

"you really are terrifying sometimes," it's a compliment, maybe . . . or maybe not, it all depends on how you look at it . . . as with all things, really.

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Star Trek: Voyager Child’s Play

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❰   filed under:  implants + chronic pain.

constant pain,  she supposes,  is normal.   is natural.  perhaps everyone is in some form of pain all the time.  it’s a theory she holds for quite a while before realizing that the pain is directly associated with her implants.  not fucking surprising,  considering they’re everywhere:  her skin,  her organs,  her bones.  the fact that they should hurt makes all the sense in the world once it dawns on her.  seven’s exceptionally sensitive around her joints,  the implants on her arms,  and her ocular implant  —  not that any of the aches and pains are anything she’d share with anyone.  she might flinch now and then at an unexpected touch,  but she’s skilled in the art of acting like it’d been nothing but surprise.  seven would never complain,  though.  not in a thousand years.  she can handle it,  if it’s part of being human then so be it,  because it could be so much worse.  the more hits she takes during missions for the rangers the worse it gets,  slowly and steadily,  and still she’ll insist she’s fine.  she has to be fine.  she doesn’t have a choice.

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Star Trek: Picard S03E06 “The Bounty”

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YOU THINK OF ME AS A VIGILANTE?   fine.   ranging is my job.  it’s not saving the galaxy,  IT’S HELPING PEOPLE WHO HAVE NO ONE ELSE TO HELP THEM.  it’s hopeless and pointless and exhausting…  and the only thing worse would be GIVING UP.

SEVEN OF NINE,    of star trek voyager + star trek picard,   by zanza.

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𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

basically i was looking over the protective prompts and the hero prompts and it hit me that like. the unbridled angst and vibes of the whole “post-battle” scene, or a scene set after an attack or a disaster or smth, needs to be ADDRESSED!!! and so y’all get the full weight of my angst today, sprinkled with a lot of teamwork and selfless and sacrificing vibes. i hope you enjoy! do NOT add further contributions to this list!!! i will curse your potato crops!!!

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

“ can you hear me? hey… [NAME], can you hear my voice? “

“ come on… wake up. please… please wake up… “

“ oh! oh, thank god! i thought we lost you… “

“ hey, hey… look at me, okay? you gotta get up now. you think you might be able to walk? ‘cause they sent for back-up, and if they find us… we cannot let them find us. understand? “

“ go, go! save yourself! i’ll buy you some time! “

“ we both know i’m not walking out of this one. it’s okay, alright? it’s okay… just… do me a favor, will you? will you make them pay for this? i don’t care how. but… don’t let them get away with it. “

“ hey, how badly are you hurt? can you move? you think you can walk? “

“ if you can’t walk, i’m gonna have to carry you, alright? we can’t stay here. “

“ hey, look at me. i’m slowing you down, we both know it. it’s okay. i’ll hide and wait for back-up; you get yourself out of here. “

“ you’re gonna need to climb up on my back, you’re slowing us down with that injury. “

“ will you quit talking like that?! i’m not leaving you behind! “

“ what the hell are you doing here?! i told you to get out of here! “

“ you’re shivering… hey. hey, listen to me, okay? everything’s gonna be alright, i promise. here… take my jacket. don’t worry, i’m warm-blooded. “

“ i’ll get blood on your shirt… “

“ hey, don’t you dare close your eyes, you hear me? you die in my arms, and i’m gonna stick the dry-cleaning bill for this shirt in your coffin, that’s a promise! “

“ i know we almost died just now, but… am i the only one who’s hungry? “

“ we need to get you to a hospital… “

“ hey, come on now… you’re okay. you’re good, right? “

“ i must be hurt pretty bad if you’re being this nice to me. “

“ quit playing the martyr. we’re not leaving you behind. “

“ you know, i hate to be the negative voice, but… did… did we just lose? “

“ look at me… i’m not gonna make it. it’s okay, i’m fine with that. but… you can’t stay here. you’ve got a good long life ahead of you. and you’re smart, too; too smart to wait around here and waste that long life. so you get out of here, and you go live that life. live it for both of us. will you promise me you’ll do that? “

“ back-up isn’t coming. is it? we’re on our own, right? “

“ can’t sleep, huh? it’s okay. it’s probably all that adrenaline and shock; i can’t sleep, either. wanna keep each other company? “

“ i don’t give two shits about the back-up; i’m just happy you’re alive. “

ACTION PROMPTS.

as always, add a “+ REVERSE” to switch the roles!

[ CARRY ]:     having found the receiver in an injured/weak/unconscious state, the sender carries them in their arms to safety.

[ TILT ]:     the sender gently tilts the receiver’s chin up so that they can check to see if they’re okay.

[ PULL ]:     sender takes the fallen receiver’s hands and carefully pulls them up so that they’re standing once more.

[ WAIST ]:     sender, while physically supporting and steadying the receiver, loops an arm around their waist for extra support.

[ BACK ]:     sender crouches down slightly to let the wounded receiver climb on their back, giving them a piggy-back ride to safety afterwards.

[ HAIR ]:     while in the process of checking the receiver for injuries or other signs of harm, the sender gently brushes several strands of hair from their eyes.

[ TEND ]:     sender begins to care for the receiver’s injuries.

[ LEAN ]:     the wounded sender leans against the receiver for physical support.

[ SUPPORT ]:     the sender encourages the wounded receiver to lean against them for physical support.

[ PUSH ]:     the sender gently pushes the receiver back to lie down so they can check them properly for injuries.

[ COAT ]:     sender removes their jacket and drapes it around the shoulders of the trembling receiver.

[ BLANKET ]:     just as they’re all about to go to sleep, the sender covers the receiver with their own blanket.

[ AWAKE ]:     the sender, unable to sleep, gets up to go for a walk, and finds that the receiver is also unable to sleep.

[ TOGETHER ]:     when the receiver awakens, they discover that the sender has been sleeping next to them, arms wrapped around one another for warmth, comfort, protection ( or something more… )

[ BANDAGE ]:     the sender sits down across from the receiver and begins to bandage their wounds.

[ DRAG ]:     unable to leave them behind, the sender drags the wounded receiver out of danger and into a safe hiding place for both of them to wait until help arrives.

[ TOUCH ]:     the sender nudges or touches the receiver to check and see if they’re alright after the attack.

[ CLEAN ]:     the sender gently and carefully begins to bathe the blood/soot/ash/dirt from the receiver’s skin during a moment of calm.

[ PRIORITY ]:     when they arrive at a designated safe place, the sender refuses to be examined or cared for until the receiver is taken care of first.

[ PROMISE ]:     before leaving to get help/food/water/a rescue mission etc, the sender assures and promises the receiver that they’ll return safely, refusing to bring them along or to stay behind.

[ BROKEN ]:     after having promised the receiver that they’d return, it’s learned that the sender died during their mission. how does the receiver respond?

[ TRAPPED ]:     after having promised the receiver that they’d return from a mission, the receiver learns that the sender has been kidnapped or otherwise trapped, requiring a rescue mission to bring them home.

[ RESCUE ]:     the sender and receiver reunite after the sender embarked upon an infamously perilous rescue mission to save the receiver.

[ FOUND ]:     after a massive rescue mission to try and find the missing receiver, the sender is the first to find them just as the efforts are about to be abandoned.

[ HOPE ]:     just as the receiver is about to lose hope in ever finding the sender again, a message or clue of some kind is discovered that essentially guarantees that the sender is still alive, restoring the receiver’s hope once more.

[ CLING ]:     having finally been reunited, the sender pulls the receiver into a tight, overwhelmingly relieved embrace, clinging to them and burying their face in their shoulder. the whole deal. make it EMOTIONAL–

[ TEARS ]:     having finally found the receiver, or having finally been found by the receiver, the sender breaks down in tears of relief, fear, and many other emotions as they officially reunite.

[ SACRIFICE ]:     knowing that the circumstances only allow one of them to survive, the sender sacrifices their life in order to guarantee the receiver’s survival and safety.

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Star Trek: PICARD ➢ The Last Generation | 3x10

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i miss seven sm

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Star Trek: PICARD  ➢ The Last Generation | 3x10

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lips turn up briefly in a hint of a smile, the mention of times that'd seemed so difficult in the moment but had ultimately proved so simple as time had passed is almost welcome. "my ability to hold my liquor has increased significantly in the last two decades, captain," seven notes, her face falling once again. "nothing like janeway. nothing like picard, even," she shakes her head, hand still wrapped around the empty glass. "believe me, i'd take you up on that in a heartbeat if i thought starfleet command would be okay with it," there's a brief pause as she contemplates, "and... truthfully? there's some part of me that's too damn stubborn to so much as consider transferring."

" woah... slow down, commander. wouldn't want the synthehol incident of stardate 57130.91 repeating itself again huh? " an amused grin dances on her lips, arms fold atop the bar whilst leaning in to listen. " so... nothing like janeway? " kira pauses to sip at her synthale. " y'know we could always use more hands on DS9. " a soft laugh escaping as she thinks about the rigid captain squirming at even the mention of kira poaching seven.

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shit, she hadn't realized just how intensely she'd missed raffi until she'd held her in her arms again. it really has been too damn long - seven's been too damn lonely - but there's nothing to be done about that now. dire situation or not, they're together again and that's what matters. that and the extended vacation she'll gladly go on as soon as this is all resolved. pondering what to do if resolution isn't in the cards isn't something seven can even consider. not right now.

"that's what i've heard," she nods once, "sounds like the two of you have gotten to know each other fairly well," it's not a judgement and there's no jealousy to the words. honestly, seven's glad that raffi'd had someone with her - even for a while. her gaze shifts back to her girlfriend, and the blonde's expression turns grim - as much as she might attempt to hide it. "things aren't good. there's a briefing regarding the business side of things soon," she trails off, shaking her head, "as for on the average day, suffice it to say that i rarely see eye-to-eye with captain shaw,"

in a different scenario, raffi would have thoroughly enjoyed the reunion seven. she would have taken her sweet time with her, them having a lot to catch up on. she wouldn’t have left her side for a single second – even though she was sure she would have seemed extremely clingy. but with seven she always felt best. raffi leaned into her touch but followed her gaze when it moved across the room to see the others. she wasn’t exactly surprised about what she saw, from the things she had heard from Picard and what she had learned during her time with Worf, they had even more catching up to do than her and seven.

“it’s been a while for them. would have thought we’d get to see some tears. i was so sure worf would be the first one to cry.” she was joking, of course, but she couldn’t help it. especially not with how the klingon had presented himself to be a pacifist now. of all the unlikely things, tears would not have been the weirdest thing. but soon again, she turns her attention to seven again, small frown on her face as she gets more serious now. “how’s the situation on board?” how’s it going with shaw, she wanted to ask but knew better than to do that.

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✖  STARTER CALL.

to get things going again,  have a little starter call!  specify muse if you’re a multi!