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UNA CHIN-RILEY in STAR TREK: STRANGE NEW WORLDS
1.02 Children of the Comet
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An exchange gift of @sidestepping’s Una! She was SO much fun to paint!!!
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chance meeting
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Strange New Worlds dress uniforms! Love that they're dipped in that TOS cheese
#strange new worlds#star trek#star trek the original series#strange new worlds spoilers#star trek strange new worlds#snw#star trek snw#star trek unform#starfleet uniform#spock#una#m'benga
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Speakin’ of Aubri, here’s some of the first/older drawings of her from 2021! (+some of her buddies)
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soap fan trish 🧼
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Happy birthday mr president!
Una belongs to @sidestepping and you can and should read about her villain reveal here!
#fallen hero#fallen hero: rebirth#fhr#not exactly revelations but it should be#sidestep#una#chargestep#ricardo ortega
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Una Otomachi returns home after being stabbed with the Spear of Longinus.
Source: https://twitter.com/Proto_Otomachi/status/1726050479367717342
#音街ウナ#vocaloid#twitter#una#otomachi una#una dayo#(not my caption literally translated from the japanese sentence in the tweet lol)#ok to rb#not sure if this is 'official(?)' but if not it's pretty well made#tho be nice to get an una figure too#vocastuff
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Sentirse como una carga para todos los que te rodean es uno de los peores pensamientos.
#sentirse#como#una#carga#es una#de las#peores#sensaciones#pensamientos#sentimientos#cosas que escribo#follow me#cosas que pasan#cosas que pienso#follow#tristeza#emociones#follow my tumblr#follow my blog
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Una Chin-Riley
Star Trek: Discovery
Star Trek: Strange New Worlds
#Una Chin-Riley#rebecca romijn#Star Trek: Discover#Star Trek: Strange New Worlds#Star Trek Babes#Number One#Una#una chin riley#Star Trek Discovery#Star Trek Strange New Worlds#Star Tre#Disco#SNW#stedits#my gifs#my edits#tv edits#tv : Star Trek#Women of Star Trek#March#Damn you Disco and your Damn lens flares!#flashing gif#flashing warning#tw flashing#flashing#flashing gifs
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The Last Supper but Star Trek
#star trek#star trek strange new worlds#pike#kirk#spock#la'an noonien singh#una#number one#uhura#m'benga#nurse chapel#erica ortegas
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(Splinters) Happy Birthday, Mr. President
Disclaimer: everything is Malin Rydén's of course, especially since I'm stealing Ortega for this one, and really leaning into the asshole part of their brain (if they have one. We're still not sure)
Context: It almost being my birthday made me think about Ortega's birthday; Ortega's birthday made me think of villain reveals; villain reveals reminded me Una and Ortega haven't shouted at each other in too long; poured my soul into this, didn't come out unscathed, this is a WARZONE.
What to expect: Ortega's turning 40!! Let's celebrate :)
2022.
(Ricardo)
It’s not that I’m waiting, really.
Why would I be waiting? She promised nothing.
I’m having fun.
Look at me. Look at me, shining.
I’m having fun.
The beer is good, the champagne’s better, and the cocktails were created in my name.
You know why? Because it’s my day. It’s my day, and I’m having fun.
“The beginning of the rest of your life!” Daniel laughs, buzzed, clapping me on the shoulder, his smile resplendent in its creaselessness.
God. I knock on the bar.
“Can I get another round?” I throw to the barman, who spills gin into shot glasses at the speed of light.
At least there’s that: they didn’t spare any expense, not for me, not for Charge. Charge, this monument. The roguish hero of yore. The declining hero of now. Keep a monument around long enough and it starts to erode and mold. Maybe they splurged because they expect me to drop dead before the next decade hits. They’d be right to hope, but they’ll be wrong in the end. For my fiftieth, I’ll ask for the mayor to pop out of a giant cake. I’ll ask for a gold statue of myself in the nude, with eyes of brown diamonds. I’ll ask for a generator so insane it’ll send me into space. Hedge your bets and start saving, assholes.
For now, I get everyone who’s anyone in Los Diablos, and the newly reminted Heritage museum all for me myself and I, sparkly and new after two years of rebuilding. A little like life, huh? Sparkly and new, after two years of rebuilding. Crystal chandeliers, gilded moldings, sculpted handrails, camouflaging the bomb-cracks left underneath.
All that’s left to see now is whether the bomb-cracks have unsettled the structure long-term.
Gingerly, absently, I touch the smooth scar on my lip. Can’t even feel it anymore, really: with time, it’s sunk into older skin, a little paler, but unraised. Just an adornment.
Gilded moldings.
“Not for me,” Chen says when I hold out a shot glass. “Moore’s not coming?”
Fine. Then I’ll drink both.
“Don’t know. You know how she is.”
“It’s your birthday,” he says, raising an eyebrow judgemental enough that Daniel cringes from second-hand anxiety.
“I saw her yesterday, and she definitely knew about it,” he tries to help, and fails.
“Of course she knows,” I roll my eyes, downing a glass. “I haven’t been subtle.”
“Are you ever?” Argent snorts. She’s eating what appears to be a third slice of the cake that was rolled out an hour ago, glittering with magic candles and out of which the mayor definitely did not pop, despite her wearing a ridiculous feathered-collar suit that she simply can’t pull off.
Continued here.
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