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@captaintilly

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How am I supposed to live long and prosper under these conditions
Well that's just depressing.
Check all the people in my IMs for who still comes online-
Answer is:
Absolutely nobody.
STAR TREK DISCOVERY (2017 - )
2x01
// These two are adorable; not gonna lie.
asksbdjfjr this scene tho
The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.
Absofuckinglutely

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The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.
Space dad being excited.
DIS 02 x 01 “Brother”
uwu @cptnchristopherpike
OOC:Â State of the Mun
// Started my day with a 5.7 Magnitude earthquake here in Utah a little after 7AM, and we’ve been experiencing aftershocks all day since.
First the Covid-19 pandemic, and now this. If locusts show up, I’m grabbing my bug-out bag and heading for the hills.
Haven’t you heard? (OOC)
Directory Updated - March 13, 2020
View the full directory here. To be added to the directory, view the post linked here.
This directory is large and likely to contain errors. Please notify us of any mistakes, either in this update post or in the directory itself, and we will do our best to correct them.
* denotes a multimuse blog ^ denotes a canon divergent muse ~ denotes a genderbent muse
ADDITIONS - CANON CHARACTERS
Discovery:
Sylvia Tilly - @captaintillyÂ
Picard:
Elnor - @boundswordasqalankhkaiÂ
CHANGES
cosmoscrafted is now @horrorstoried*
dr-zefram-cochrane has moved to @miisfiitmuses*
REMOVALS
@lifegained - 3+ months of inactivity
spocks-thyla - blog no longer exists
@tinycyborg - 3+ months of inactivity
Can I get a WHAT! WHAT!?! Hit me with some new threads, my people!!
Star Trek Roleplayers Directory
Several of these have been going around, but none of them seem to be updated regularly anymore, so here is a new one. It includes filters for sorting so it’s easier to find people. However, in order to make this directory work as intended, I’ll need your help in getting information.
The directory is HERE. If you follow this blog, you can also get updates when new people are added.
Who can be added?
canon Star Trek characters
Star Trek OCs
fandomless OCs with a Star Trek verse
OCs from other fandoms with a Star Trek AU verse
characters from other fandoms with a Star Trek AU verse
To be added to the directory:
Reblog this post!
Either add a comment or put in the tags:
your character’s name
whether they are canon, canon divergent, OC, or from another fandom
what series they are from
Original and Reboot are considered separate; tell me if you write both or only one
OCs and crossover characters – if you have no specific series, put what series you primarily want to interact with (can be multiple)
Multimuse blogs! This will be set up by character, so if you want to be on the list, I’ll need this information for every Star Trek muse you write, please. (If you have too many to reasonably add in a single comment, feel free to reblog the post and message me instead.)
Please spread this around so we can help people in this roleplay fandom find each other!

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While Pike is walking along, something distracts him and he does not see Tilly. Next thing he knows, the two of them collide and she yelps, then looks up mortified as a huge box she was carrying flies up into the air, overturning, scattering Tribbles everywhere around them. (from captaintilly)
Pike was to blame; his thoughts were being pulled in what felt like a thousand different directions. There was so much to do, so much at stake, and so little time.
So when he rounded the corner of the corridor, he didn’t see Ensign Tilly in front of him. When they collided, he gasped and jumped back a step, reaching out to steady Tilly. He was about to apologize emphatically for his lack of attention when he noticed the Tribbles fall and scatter around them.
Oh, shit, he thought to himself. Immediately he recognized the furry creatures from former colleague Lynne Lucero’s report. Her first command, the U.S.S. Cabot, had been destroyed from the inside out by the mass reproduction of the Tribbles…and now, somehow, Tilly had a box full of them.
“Ensign, I’m sorry,” Captain Pike finally managed, letting go of Tilly’s upper arms. “Where in the hell did you find these things?” He asked, getting on one knee to start gathering the cooing balls of fur.
“You’re sorry?”
Tilly snort-laughed, her cheeks flush as she fell to her knees, gathering the puff balls so quickly that her face was red from exertion.
“You have nothing to be sorry for, Captain Pike. Absolutely nothing. Not even a little bit. It’s me. I should have been more careful, or I could have at least slowed down. There was no reason for me to be running through the halls like that. I mean... people do run through the corridors. Where else are ya gonna exercise when you’re on a ship? It’s not like we’re in high school and there’s a track, not that I ever used the track in high school, but that’s besides the point. It’s not like running was going to solve the Tribble problem any faster.”
“The point is, I should have been paying attention. I’m sorry for running into you. At first I thought I’d just ran into a wall, it was so sudden! And, in my brain, I was like: Ow! Hard big thing! Why is there a wall in the corridor? But it wasn’t a wall. It was you.”
Tilly’s cheeks flush an even brighter shade of crimson and she turns away from @cptnchristopherpike, still on her knees, stretching to retrieve the last of the tribbles that had fallen near the opposite wall.
Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.
what inspired you to join starfleet?
You would think that, being raised on starships, it would become second nature to imagine myself joining statfleet, like my mom, but every time I played Captain or doodled about faraway cultures or daydreamed about the stars, my mother was always right there, reminding me... my hair was too frizzy... my thoughts were too wild... I was too clumsy... too uncoordinated... not at all what starfleet would have wanted. I was nothing like her. She was tall, her long gorgeous hair always pinned up into a perfect, shiny bun. But she was always too much taller than me to really understand what it meant to be me. So... I stopped trying to grow tall and straight and perfect and instead I followed my own frizzy, crazy, rambly path and explored the things I liked no matter what anyone else had to say about it. And that’s how i discovered my aptitude for microbiological engineering. And that’s when i realized i felt good when I was helping other people. And that’s when I realized my heart belonged in the stars. So I enlisted... not to follow in my mother’s path, but to forge my own.
[ ok... I haven’t written Tilly in awhile and I feel inspired to do some spurts :) send me an ask about anything whatsoever and I’ll answer in character ]
- And this is Captain Pike. This is the captain.
My two loves.

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“Oh… I’m nobody… just a brilliant beautiful stowaway who HAPPENS TO BE QUEEN!”
Tilly mutterred to herself as she organized her desk alone in her room.
“’Oh, here, have some ice cream and be my new best friend right before you have to go back home to your boring throne. Only to daydream about my luscious red hair and gorgeous bright eyes.’ Hiiiisssss….typical.’”
Mumbling pointlessly, Po tried and failed to focus on the data on her tablet for the hundredth time and shifted restlessly on her glittering silver throne. Her royal gown was uncomfortably snug. She wanted more ice cream, more adventures out there in the endless stars, more time with Sylvia Tilly, who certainly understood those same temptations…
Tilly flopped down in her chair with a posture that would make her mother flinch, sighing despondently at her tablet. She *could* possibly send a message to Po, but what would she even say? And, now that the coronation was passed, there would probably be security measures in place to limit outside networks.
Tilly wondered: what kind of security measures would they use? Would they be secure enough to prevent hackers from trying to assault the system in search of information on the dilithium crystals? It wouldn’t hurt to check the system… just to be sure… she wouldn’t want there to be any security loop holes that Po’s staff missed.
Tilly set up a secure channel on a subspace frequency and repatched her signal through several subspace proxy servers before beginning the elegant task of impregnating the first encounter with Po’s firewall.
Po straightened in her throne and plucked the tablet up from her thigh, her eyes going huge at the sight of a subtle, extremely clever attempt to hack Xahea’s security system, the perfect orb of secrecy protecting the planet’s most highly guarded secrets from greedy off-worlders. “Oh? So it’s like that?” she chortled once she quickly charted the source of the disturbance and proceeded to toughen up the firewalls around the security matrix even more impenetrably.
It only took a few moments before the security came alive, viciously snuffing out Tilly’s initial attempts at getting past Xahea’s defenses. She straighten in her chair, took a sip of espresso, and quickly typed away. Trying to throw the security system off its protocols, she acted spontaneously and three days stream after data stream at it, trying to distract from the encoding system she was working on through the back door.
Po laughed, causing several of the stiff, humorless armed guards lining the walls to startle and look at her bewildered before putting their masks of stern protectiveness back on. The sound of her laughter had become rare since she had ascended to the throne, but watching her opponent’s brilliant, yet doomed attempt to puncture the network was hilarious enough to warm her previously irritated, restless little heart.  “Try this on for size,” she murmured, halting the encoding system before even bothering to flick away the data streams.  “Or we could just talk.” She felt her cheeks grow hot at the thought.
No computer alone could be this savvy. That’s when Tilly realized: it must be her!
She dropped her tablet on her desk, all hacking attempts stopping all at once.
She felt the blush creep up her neck as she sat back, staring at the screen. A screen. That’s all that separated them. A screen and some lines of code.
For once in her life, Tilly was speechless.
“Oh… I’m nobody… just a brilliant beautiful stowaway who HAPPENS TO BE QUEEN!”
Tilly mutterred to herself as she organized her desk alone in her room.
“’Oh, here, have some ice cream and be my new best friend right before you have to go back home to your boring throne. Only to daydream about my luscious red hair and gorgeous bright eyes.’ Hiiiisssss….typical.’”
Mumbling pointlessly, Po tried and failed to focus on the data on her tablet for the hundredth time and shifted restlessly on her glittering silver throne. Her royal gown was uncomfortably snug. She wanted more ice cream, more adventures out there in the endless stars, more time with Sylvia Tilly, who certainly understood those same temptations…
Tilly flopped down in her chair with a posture that would make her mother flinch, sighing despondently at her tablet. She *could* possibly send a message to Po, but what would she even say? And, now that the coronation was passed, there would probably be security measures in place to limit outside networks.
Tilly wondered: what kind of security measures would they use? Would they be secure enough to prevent hackers from trying to assault the system in search of information on the dilithium crystals? It wouldn’t hurt to check the system… just to be sure… she wouldn’t want there to be any security loop holes that Po’s staff missed.
Tilly set up a secure channel on a subspace frequency and repatched her signal through several subspace proxy servers before beginning the elegant task of impregnating the first encounter with Po’s firewall.
Po straightened in her throne and plucked the tablet up from her thigh, her eyes going huge at the sight of a subtle, extremely clever attempt to hack Xahea’s security system, the perfect orb of secrecy protecting the planet’s most highly guarded secrets from greedy off-worlders. “Oh? So it’s like that?” she chortled once she quickly charted the source of the disturbance and proceeded to toughen up the firewalls around the security matrix even more impenetrably.
It only took a few moments before the security came alive, viciously snuffing out Tilly’s initial attempts at getting past Xahea’s defenses. She straighten in her chair, took a sip of espresso, and quickly typed away. Trying to throw the security system off its protocols, she acted spontaneously and three days stream after data stream at it, trying to distract from the encoding system she was working on through the back door.