#Andorian/Human

[more-better-words]

“I have no idea what half of those words even meant, but it was very sexy anyways.”

[indignantlemur]

Just in time for the first of the month, the finished project! I'm gonna try to do at least two more drawings for this month featuring my silly little guys, but December is also a bit of a crazy month so don't hold me to that deadline!

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[creature-of-the-stars]

Amber Waves: Chapter 1 -> read

Andorian OC/Human OC

🔪 = some violence/gore (but it has to do with a shuttle crash)

Maggie was enjoying a summer's evening when something fiery and strange rocketed across the sky over her country home. Running to investigate, she stumbles upon an incredibly strange find - a blue man with antennae like an insect. Lt. Oran (who was, as it turns out, not a bug) tries to make sense of how he could have crashed through time to land in a cornfield over a hundred years in the past. Will he be stuck in the 21st century with a pink farmer for company? Or will he make it back to his own time, to serve Starfleet and see his family once more?

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**this is not a third installment for SoC prompt event**

[azrael08]

Idea that once human movies and tv series becomes accessible to the rest of the universe they immediately have to get re-called and re-regulated by the federation.

Like, the Andorians thought they had sexy romance shows, but then the terrans come along and now you've got angry zhavey's, shreya's, charan's, and thavan's calling in concerned on what their teenagers are watching.

And this especially applies to horror movies, Klingon space gets access to some classics and figure they'll sit around and laugh at the silly human horror. Cut to one Texas Chainsaw Massacre marathon later and now some human captain's are reporting that the Klingons are looking at them weirdly, like they almost seem... nervous of them?

Same thing goes for when Vulcans begin to approach human crewmates to ask how they manage to keep their children away from "The animated blue kanine and the female pink sus scrofa domesticus?"

Ferenginar just has a flatout ban against any and all talent/contest shows. To win profit just for having a talent? For showing good teamwork? Without any cheating or lying? Disgraceful media. (Although they would appreciate the trick of adding a sob backstory to gain more sympathy votes)

[indignantlemur]

YOU UPDATED! YAY!

This was lovely! I really like how you've handled both Ophelia and Tysess throughout this piece. It felt like a mature, reasonable conversation between adults with valid concerns instead of the unnecessary drama-fest it could have been, and I love that for them. They're both such level-headed characters, and this entire development felt like a natural progression in their relationship. Well done!

Part 7: Ace of hearts

Commander Tysess x Ophelia Zubira (OFC) Words: 2K Summary: Tysess has been fighting with something over the last weeks and can't hold it in anymore Warnings: Talk about sexual activities (nothing graphic or so, just talk), coming to terms with identity A/N: This was kind of inspired by this post from @zierzim. I have wanted to write something along those lines for quite some time and finally got the needed inspiration, so thanks for that

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Lost in thought, Ophelia sat on the small armchair she had pulled in front of the ship's porthole to watch the stars go by. Two weeks. For two weeks she had been trying to convince Tysess to ask the Admiral for a transfer of quarters so that they could move in together.

They had both talked about it before and her partner had seemed willing to take the next step, but something seemed to have happened. She didn't know if Tysess had changed his mind or not, but for the past fortnight he had been avoiding the subject whenever she dared mention it.

In general, Tysess seemed to be withdrawing lately and Ophelia didn't know how to react. On the one hand, she was convinced that it would be best to give him his freedom and the peace and quiet he seemed to need. On the other hand, she feared that he might fall back into old patterns, something she wanted to avoid at all costs.

Sighing, she rose and wandered to her little kitchenette, hoping a cup of coffee would help her, when all at once her doors slid aside to reveal a rather stiff-looking Andorian. "Tysess!"

A warm smile graced her lips as he entered her quarters, his hands clasped behind his back, standing tall with a nod of acknowledgment. "Ophelia," he greeted softly.

Stepping forward, she enveloped him in a tight embrace, though she sensed him tense at her touch. After a moment, she released him, concern furrowing her brow. "Are you alright?" she inquired gently. Tysess avoided meeting her gaze, sidestepping her to approach the porthole she had occupied just moments before.

 "Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be?" His voice sounded pressed, and his antennae seemed a little too much to the rear for her taste.

Noticing his unease, she cautiously reached out to touch his shoulder, causing him to flinch reflexively. Pulling back, she regarded him with growing worry, stepping around to meet his eyes. Tysess averted his gaze, his expression tinged with something akin to shame.

"I don't want to be a pain," she murmured in a calm voice, hoping to put him at ease as well. "And if you just need some you-time, that's totally fine. But I'm beginning to worry about you, Tysess. I'm truly concerned."

Tysess remained silent, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on the scene outside. After a few moments of heavy silence, Ophelia turned away with a resigned sigh. "We can just keep quiet, if you prefer, mi amor. Just let me get my tea quickly, then-"

"Are you expecting us to have sex?" The question sliced through the air, causing Ophelia to spin around to face him, her expression a mixture of confusion and surprise. "I beg your pardon?" Taking a deep breath, Tysess turned to squarely meet her gaze, his eyes piercing. In that moment, Ophelia felt as if she were staring not at her boyfriend, but at her stern commanding officer. "Do you expect us to participate in sexual activities?"

His tone was matter-of-fact, professional, reminiscent of a Vulcan's demeanor, leaving Ophelia unsure how to react. "What ... what makes you think that?"

"It’s irrelevant." Ophelia, caught off guard by the abrupt question and the sudden shift in his demeanor, found herself fumbling with her words and her arms. "I... no idea. Maybe I do? I don't know how-"

"Do you think our relationship will fail should we not be able to be sexually intimate with each other?" The question hung heavy in the air, leaving Ophelia speechless as she gaped at him, her silence seemingly confirming something to Tysess. With a palpable sense of disappointment, he turned away, his expression etched with resignation."I knew it."

"Woah, give me a break," Ophelia interjected, running her hands over her face in bewilderment. "No one's breaking up with anyone here, alright? Just take a breath, Tysess. I'm struggling to keep up here."

"It was a simple question,“ Tysess countered.

" That came out of nowhere," she argued, reaching for his arm. "Please, Tysess, where the hell do you come up with this now? And why does it seem so important? We are not even at that step yet."

"And perhaps we never will be," Tysess wheeled around and stared down at her. With any other person, she would have flinched, maybe even taken a few steps back, but not with him. Not with her Tysess. All she saw in his eyes was fear, exhaustion and frustration.

"Mi amor," she murmured and tentatively tugging on his hand to pull him onto the sofa next to her. "Breathe in and out and start again. Please, I can't follow you."

Tysess sat down on the sofa and ran her fingers wildly through her hair so that the white strands were sticking out in all directions. Under other circumstances, it would have looked pretty cute.

"I... I'm not able to feel these things, to give you these things. These... sexual urges," he spat out the words in disgust, "are beyond my understanding. I... I don't know what exactly is broken with me, but I... I just can't. I'm... I'm sorry, my love, please forgive me." Ashamed, he buried his face in his hands, and to her shock, she realized his shoulders were shaking with sobs after a few moments.

"Hey, hey, Tysess, mi amor," she said softly, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and drawing closer to him. "That's no reason to cry. And certainly no reason to leave you. What makes you think that?" He mumbled something she didn't understand and when she asked him to repeat himself, he just spat out a "Nada". Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion and an uneasy, foreboding feeling spread through her stomach. "Lieutenant Nada? What's he got to do with it?"

 "We were talking, please don't ask me how it came about, I don't know myself, and he asked me if we were both ... one step closer. He was drunk, which is probably why he dared to do it in the first place. When I said no, he said..." Tysess's voice broke off, but Ophelia didn't let up and urged her to keep talking in a stern voice. "He said that if I wasn't able to satisfy your ... needs, you'd find me inadequate and seek someone else."

"Oh that motherfucker!" Ophelia shot up from her seat, her anger boiling within her like a cauldron. "I'm going to kill him!" The mere thought of the Cardassian planting such poisonous ideas in Tysess's mind made her blood boil. How dare he meddle in their relationship? How dare he speak about it in such a disrespectful manner? He had absolutely no right to interfere.

As she made her determined stride toward the door, a firm grip seized her wrist, halting her in her tracks. Still seething with fury, she spun around to find Tysess, still seated, his expression a mix of confusion and exhaustion.

"Let go of me! That bastard has no right to talk to you like that! Who does he think I am anyway? A fucking broodmare?!“  "Ophelia..." Tysess attempted to interject, but she cut him off. "No!" Kneeling down next to him on the sofa, ensuring they were at eye level, she gently took his face in her hands, forcing him to meet er gaze.

"He has no right to talk like that! Absolutely no right! Especially because he couldn't be more wrong, mi amor." She gently ran her thumb over his prominent cheekbones, watching as a glimmer of reassurance returned to Tysess's eyes.

"You don't think I..."

 "Tysess," she murmured, feeling like her heart was breaking into a thousand tiny splinters. He didn't deserve to be put to the test over and over again, to doubt himself until it drove him to ruin. He might be grumpy and his aura was usually not really inviting, but she knew the man beneath that layer.

A man who was kind and loving and possessed a heart of gold that had been broken and betrayed far too often.

She gently stroked a few white strands from his face, her fingers brushing against his courtship ring. "I'm not interested in such things." Her fingers lovingly caressed his cheek until he closed his eyes and surrendered to the feeling. Ophelia felt him slowly relax beneath her.

"I don't need anything like that. Then we won't have sex, who cares? If you can't feel sexual feelings, mi amor, I'm hardly going to force you to. Do I really seem like someone who judges you for the way you are?" Tysess opened his eyes slowly, ashamed, and shook his head

"Ah, ah, ah!" She tapped him lightly on the chin. "Let's not even start with that. Blaming ourselves accomplishes nothing. It's not your fault. It's no one's fault for anything here because it's a normal thing. There are a lot of people who don't feel sexual feelings. My best friend at school wasn't just asexual, she was also aromantic and it never posed any issue. The only person to blame for anything is Lieutenant Nada."

Tysess frowned and his eyes darted back and forth, as if he was looking for an answer to a question he didn't yet know himself.

"But..." he hesitated and his gaze dropped. Ophelia placed her fingers under his chin and lifted his head, an encouraging smile on her lips. "Yes?"

 "What if you want to have children later?" This question surprised her almost more than his question about sex, and somewhat taken aback, she dropped onto her bum. Meanwhile, Tysess's cheeks turned a delightful shade of lilac. "I know, I know, it's way too soon, but... it's still something to consider." His tone seemed firm and now it was he who looked her firmly in the eye.

"Ophelia, correct me if I'm wrong, but my understanding of the situation is that we're both ready to take this relationship a step further." She nodded tentatively, indicating for him to continue talking. "

We've been together for over a year and a half, been through quite a bit and made it through and both decided that living together permanently is something desirable." He took her hand and squeezed it gently before beginning to draw patterns on the back of her hand with his finger.

"I don't want to put pressure on you, nothing is further from my mind than that. However, it is something to keep in mind. Especially now that we're both ready to enter into a more committed, serious relationship."

Ophelia mulled over his words for a moment before offering a nod of agreement. As always, he wasn't wrong. "I understand you, Tysess. Your concern is valid, though it's unnecessary. Even if you were able to feel sexual feelings, that wouldn't guarantee children. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't be against children, but we have to keep in mind, mi amor: We are not the same species. Andorian and human physiology differ significantly, if memory serves from my Academy biology classes. The chances of our species producing offspring... well, they're virtually non-existent."

She pressed her forehead against his. "I love you, Tysess. That's something that can't be changed. Whether you're asexual or not, whether children are possible or not —it doesn't matter to me. All I want is to be with you, right here, right now. It's okay to think about the future, it's even necessary. But please don't let it spoil the present, mi amor." A tranquil silence settled between them, not uncomfortable, but rather a moment in which everyone could sort out their thoughts.

"All right." Ophelia smiled and leaned in to give him a brief, tender kiss. Tysess smiled narrowly and, in an unguarded moment on her part, he pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

"By the way," he murmured, "didn't you mention speaking to the Admiral about our quarters arrangements?"

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[star-trek-fandom-confessions]

#884

I feel like in a better universe, instead of people talking about their Hogwarts houses, they’d talk about which of the 4 founding Federation members they like best or most identify with. I suppose it could still happen. I could see Tellarites replacing Gryffindor, Humans replacing Hufflepuff, Vulcans replacing Ravenclaw, and Andorians replacing Slytherin.

[illogical-space-monkey]

Found this on instagram and it screamed Klingon, Romulan, Vulcan, Andorian x Human energy to me.

I feel like this also incapsulates the spock and bones ship dynamic.

Thoughts?

[sensitivelittlevorta]

Andorian headcanon

Andorian (and Aenar) children are always held up or sat on top of a higher surface when multiple people are taking part in a conversation. When there's only one person speaking to the child they crouch down to their level.

This is because their antennae are very important for communication. But the antennae of children are not yet able to process all the sensory input, additionally it is harder to get those inputs if the nearest part of the opposing body is hidden by many layers of winter clothes and the antennae are too far away. Therefore the children need to be at eyelevel with others to learn how to communicate with their antennae and for their antennae to be able to develop to their full capability.

[more-better-words]

Karveth learns a lesson about human reproduction (not like that).

Monica felt the first twinges while she was still at work. It was a naggingly familiar sensation, but she was moving and busy and didn’t pay it much mind. But by the time her shift was over and she was on the tram home, she was sweating, a hard, gripping, nauseating pain radiating from below her navel. Every so often, it would morph into a sharp prodding stab centered above her hip bones, first the left and then the right. Oh no, she thought as she entered the lift, heading up to their apartment. Oh crap.

She grimaced as she fumbled with the apartment door, feeling a suspicious wetness between her legs, and not the fun kind. How could this have happened? She hadn’t had a period in over…

Five years.

“Crap,” she said aloud. Did she even have any supplies anymore? She leaned against the wall, eyes squeezed shut, another cramp gut-punching her as she tried to think.

A memory stirred: Packing up her old apartment, discovering a disused cup in the back of the bathroom cabinet. Had she kept it?

She couldn’t move fast – she felt like she was walking through quicksand – but she made it to the bathroom. And there, haphazardly tossed behind some rarely used hair products, she found it. She let out a sigh of relief and, with out-of-practice fingers, got it placed.

“Okay, crisis averted,” she said. But that didn’t do much for the fact she felt like she'd been run down by a cargo loader. She took a couple of pain pills (which felt woefully inadequate) and sat on the edge of the bed, breathing very deliberately through her nose. Eventually, she eased herself onto her side, rolling into the center of the bed. She grabbed Karveth’s pillow and hugged it hard, breathing in his scent. That helped a little.

She wasn’t sure how long she lay there before she heard the door open, and Karveth’s voice. “Monica?”

“I'm in here,” she called, and she must have sounded truly awful, because he appeared in the doorway, eyes wide and antennae alarmed.

“Are you alright?” he asked worriedly. “Is it a migraine? Did you have a breakthrough?”

He was so sweet, she thought, looking up at his handsome face and smiling wanly. “No, it's not a migraine.”

That did nothing to ease him. “Then what’s wrong?”

“Um… how much do you know about human reproduction?”

He tilted his head, his worry overwritten by blank confusion. Finally he said, “Obviously not enough.”

She managed a dry little chuckle, and gave him what she felt was a pretty decent middle school health class rundown of ovulation and the menstrual cycle. He listened intently, and didn’t interrupt, though he did blink very hard a few times, especially at the part about shed uterine lining.

“Let me guess,” she said when she was done, “that's not how it works for Andorians?”

“No,” he said firmly. He gave her a curious look. “And this happens to every human capable of conception?” he asked. She nodded. “Then why has it not happened to you until now?”

“I had a birth control implant,” she said, trying to sit up. Karveth put a hand on her shoulder to nudge her gently back down. “The hormones paused ovulation, so I didn’t have periods. They don't last forever – only about five years – and I guess I forgot about mine because, well… I can't get pregnant with you.”

“It was obviously serving a useful purpose to prevent this sort of discomfort every month. And this will last for days?”

“Nearly a week,” she confirmed. He looked horrified, and she said, “I won't be in this much pain the whole time. For me at least, the cramps are really just a first day thing. Some people aren’t so lucky.”

He looked at her, pale and grimacing and clutching his pillow. “This is good luck?” He stroked her hair. “What can I do, sh'tal? What do you need?”

“I've already taken some pain meds, but heat helps with the cramps. I've got a heating pad somewhere… maybe in the other bedroom? And I’m, uh… I’m kind of craving something sweet.”

He nodded. “Give me a moment.”

He stood and left; she heard rummaging from the other room, and a few moments later, he returned with the heating pad and the heavy quilt she usually kept on the couch. He lay the heating pad over her belly, turned it on, and covered her with the blanket. “Now,” he said. “About your craving?”

She let her tastebuds do the talking. “Honestly, hot chocolate sounds amazing.”

“I doubt you are desiring what our beverage synthesizer can provide. I will be back.”

Before she could protest, he was gone, the apartment door closing behind him. Ten minutes later, he reappeared, carrying a takeaway cup from the coffee shop down the street. The scent of hot chocolate filled the bedroom. “Oh, sweetie…” She sat up, accepting the drink from him. He resumed his seat beside her as she sipped.

“Does that help?” he asked.

“It does,” she told him, reaching for his hand and squeezing it. “You're so good to me.”

“You deserve all I can do and more.”

When she had finished her hot chocolate, she said, “If I can make another request…”

“Of course.”

“Can I have some cuddles?”

He smiled slightly. “As many as you require.” He slipped under the blanket with her, sliding his arms around her and holding her close to his chest. Snuggling his pillow had served in a pinch, but this was far better. Between the warm cocoa, the heating pad, and her Karveth, she was beginning to feel less dreadful.

“All this pampering is nice,” she said, “but I still think I’m going to be getting my implant renewed. Even if I don’t need it for birth control.” She shot him an uneasy sidelong look. “Does it, um… does it bother you that you can’t get me pregnant?”

“That has never been the purpose of our mating,” he pointed out.

“What if we wanted it to be, some day?”

He met her gaze. “Then it still would not bother me, because if that was what we wanted, I think we would find a way to achieve that desire, one way or another.” He kissed her temple. “But this seems like a topic better discussed when you are not in pain and ill at ease.” She smiled ruefully.

“That's fair.” She closed her eyes. “Thank you, thay'va.”

“Whatever is within my power to ease your pain and give you comfort, I will do. Always.”

She burrowed deeper into his arms. “Mmmmm, so good to me.” The cramps were finally beginning to back off; she could feel herself relaxing, sleep starting to tug at her. She wouldn’t mind resuming her period-free life in the least, but it was nice to have this reminder that whenever she needed him, her r'eysleten would be there for her.

A girl could really get used to this.

[indignantlemur]

The Directory!

Emigre: link

Pairing(s): Original Andorian Character/Original Human Character (Dagmar/Shral), Andorian/Andorian, Andorian/Human/Andorian/Andorian

Rating: Explicit (as of chapter 44)

Status: In-Progress, available via AO3

A tear in the fabric of space and time has consequences that echo across ages; an unexpected arrival from the twenty-first century challenges a nation's perceptions and sets a most unlikely precedent. An exploration of Andorian culture from a Human's POV.

The Stars Keep Watch: link

Pairing(s): Va'Al Trask/Original Human Character (Va'Al/Mira)

Rating: Explicit

Status: In-Progress, available via AO3

Mira Vos signed up for Starfleet only to find herself posted to hell. Undersupplied and overstressed, the fighting on J'Gal threatens to wear her down. The arrival of a special forces unit led by a handsome Andorian promises a break in the routine... A classic wartime romance - but In Space.

Deck the Halls (and Not the Vulcans): link

Pairings: Dagmar/Shral (background)

Rating: Teen

Status: Complete, available on AO3

It's winter time in San Francisco, and the Andorian embassy has just been challenged to participate in a friendly competition between the Federation's founding species' embassies. The objective? To see who can best decorate a Terran Christmas tree. The prize? Nothing less than deeply coveted bragging rights for the coming year.

Dagmar Gunnarssen has never been so ready for anything in her entire life.

Hoarfrost: 🚧🛠️

Pairing(s): Dagmar Gunnarssen & Ambassador Thoris th'Kor, Background relationships from Emigre

Rating: Teen

Status: In-Progress, not yet available via AO3. (Pssst! Sneak peak available: link)

An unusually powerful ion storm forces Ambassador Thoris and his retinue to abandon ship over a largely uninhabited planet. Some of the last to make it to the escape pods, Thoris and Dagmar wind up separated from the others. Together, they must navigate a frozen, eerily barren landscape - and survive.

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Andorian Headcanons:

Andorians and Food

Andorians and the Sea

Andorian Governing Bodies & The Role of Nepotism

Andorian Marriage Dynamics & Divorce

Andorian Proposals

Andorian Religion & Spirituality (And horror stories)

The Andorian Imperial Clan

Andorian Hair

Andorian Holidays

Andorian Courtship Ring Metallurgy

Andorian Medical Professionals

Andorian Awards and Commendations

Andorians and Figure Skating

Andorians and Dancing

Andorians and Currency

The Andorian Facepalm?

Andorian-Vulcan relations pre-ST:ENT

Andorian Language and Conlang

Andorian Weddings and Funerals

Andorian Attitudes on Interspecies Relationships

Andorian-Human Hybridization

The Am Tal and The Andorian Incident

Andorian Clan Identification and Chitin Patterns

Andorian Names

Andorians and Adoption

Clanless Andorians

Andorians and Rites of Passage into Adulthood

The Code of the Ushaan and the Holmgang

Andorian Fairy Tales

Kelenthor the Clanless and Watercolours

Human-Andorian First Contact headcanons

Andorian Fashion and Fabrics

Are Andorians Extroverts or Introverts?

Andorian Family Dynamics

Andorian Cosmetics and Perfumes

Andorian Arts: Theatre/Opera/Poetry/Etc

Andorian Quad Marriages vs Bonds

Temperatures on Andoria

Andorian Humour and Philosophy

The Spirits of Andoria

Andorian Blood Chemistry RE: Toxins and Cyanide

Andorian Homes and Decor

Star Trek Species in the Star Wars Universe

Andorian Mate Selection (Pheromones, Personality Traits, & More)

Andorians on Punks and Goths

Andorians on Diss Tracks

Andorians and Crime & Punishment

Andorian Etiquette vs Human Etiquette

Kelenthor the Clanless - More lore!

Andorian Lore & Character Lore tidbits

Character Lore Tidbits: Thoris

Character Lore Tidbits: Shral

Character Lore Tidbits: Thelen

Andorians and UV Exposure: Do Andorians Tan?

Andorians and Cave Diving

Character Lore: Shral's Family & Childhood

Andorian Conservation Efforts & Environmentalism

Andorian Education and Childcare

Andorians of Human Family Units & Thoris' POV in Ch 5

Andorian Quads and Larger Arrangements

Character Lore Tidbits: Thoris' Childhood

Thoris' Thoughts on Shral's Pining?

Vulcan and Andorian Cultural Compatibilities

Human-Andorian First Contact: Revisited

Andorian Opinions on Romulans

Andorians, Rodeos, and The Post-Scarcity Implications for the Terran Meat Industry

Andorian Jewelry

Shran, Archer, Trip, T'Pol and TATV in Emigre

Changes to Andorian Culture Over Time

Emigre Crew vs Carolers

Andorians and Terran Media: Addams Family edition

What Dagmar Got Everyone For Christmas

Emigre General Discussions:

Healing and Grief in Emigre

The Bulreeng Taal Beatdown

Author's Commentary: Chapter 41 - Grace and Poise

Author's Commentary: Chapter 37 - Connection

What Do The Andorians (and Dagmar) of Emigre Smell Like?

Author's Commentary: Chapter 43: The Star Thief

What Language Is Dagmar Speaking?

Author's Commentary: Chapter 46 - Face the Facts

General Writing Asks:

Advice For New Writers

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[indignantlemur]

I'mma just shuffle over on into this conversation, because Andorian/Human pairings are my jam and I have thoughts. The Andorian/Human dynamic has a lot of great points when you break it down.

1. Andorians are known to be proud, and sometimes stoic, but also easily offended and a little stabby. They value duty and loyalty extremely highly, generally speaking, and while they have tempers they also value reason and logic. Successfully befriending an Andorian is awesome - you will never have a better friend. That Andorian you've somehow bamboozled into being your bestie will have your back in almost every scenario, they will throw hands right alongside you when you get into fights, they will pick your dumbass self up and carry you home when you get in over your head and need saving. They will snark at you, they will poke fun and tease, but god help the fool who tries to pick on you because your Andorian bestie will fuck them up.

2. Andorians are, canonically, very tall and very strong. This is appealing for multiple reasons, I'll let your imagination handle that - but I will offer this: little spoon. Little spoon forever.

3. Andorians have insectoid ancestry, which seems to equate to them being extremely social. That plus their propensity for "play" (casual and largely indiscriminate sex prior to marriage for those unfamiliar) means they these guys are extremely physically engaged. Touch is frequent and casual, and physical contact runs the gamut from everyday to intensely intimate. I fail to see how this is ever not going to be a good thing.

4. Andorians are highly ritualized and litigated (12, 000 amendments to the Ushaan, for example) which means that they like clear lines and delineations. You'll usually have a good idea of where you stand with an Andorian, as long as you make an effort to meet them halfway and try to understand their culture.

5. While Vulcans are all well and good, a large part of the Vulcan/Human romance arcs features around pon farr and how it fundamentally cements part of the relationship between the two. That's fine, I'm not knocking it, but hear me out: Andorians don't make you wait every seven years for that kind of fun. That could be Tuesday. That could be every Tuesday. And possibly also every other day that ends with a 'y'.

6. Quad dynamics! For those who enjoy multiple partners or polyamory in their stories, the Andorian tradition of marrying into quads offers a whole new realm of possibilities. Headcanons and canon lore are a bit diverse when it comes to how these quads end up functioning, but even with the bare bones that we get from canon lore there's at least one ritual that involves a foursome orgy with a highly suspect substance called saf.

7. Antennae - a bit of an adjustment, to be fair, but once you get the hang of it they're a lot like a cat's tail in that they're mood gauges. You can't read their minds via their antennae, but you can get a pretty good idea of what's going on generally speaking.

8. Calf eyes. Andorians have limited facial musculature in canon lore, which means they don't quite smile like Humans do - but they do go in for big calf eyes. Think Jeffrey Combs eyes, all the time. That's adorable.

9. Body heat. Hailing from an ice planet with extreme temperatures, Andorians are adapted to survive those conditions. In my headcanon, that means they run a bit colder than Humans, and their unique semi-osmotic circulatory system (canon lore) means that they're much less sensitive to temperature shifts as a result. That does not, however, mean that they can't appreciate that Humans run quite a bit hotter than they do and, referring to point 2, that could be very much appreciated.

Aaaand 10. Andorians are stated as having psychic bonds of a sort in canon, though they are much less active than Vulcan bonds. Where Vulcan bondmates are often shown as being able to communicate freely with this bond, Andorians cannot. Andorian bonds are much less invasive, in that they can get a sense of each other's moods, well-being, and such, but that's it. The trade off is that that bond is unbreakable outside of the death of one or more parties. That's a big commitment, but it also means that all parties have to be absolutely sure before entering into a bond or marriage. That's very reassuring for a lot of people.

I have to know, so y’all who like Humans/Other Alien Species from Star Trek instead of Vulcans, what’s the biggest appeal?

Like, as a Vulcan/Human fan, my favorite stuff about it, cause I’ll usually project onto the Human, is like: having a partner who will never yell at me, someone who can understand me (telepathy and mind links), someone who will be forever patient with me, the quiet intimacy, etc etc etc

So for the other species, what’s the biggest plus sides?

[creature-of-the-stars]

Blame the Vulcans

Star Trek (general); M Andorian/F Human OC; Complete

Rating: Explicit NSFW 🍑 (see AO3 tags for details)

The Andorian ambassador to Earth is melting in the Vulcan heat when the climate controls in his quarters stop working. His Human aide has an idea.

[uss-feynman]

some of the crew for the uss feynman!

in order from left/right & top/bottom:

commander/captain james k’wayyd (he/she)

- aenar-andorian. doesn’t have a traditional andorian name due to being raised on earth by a human-vulcan couple. struggled a lot with identity growing up away from andorian culture, but later in life left his first ship (USS cerritos) as a junior lieutenant to live on andoria for a few years before returning to starfleet to assist with conflict. was formerly navigation/command division before switching to sciences, combining his navigation skills with astronomy.

lieutenant commander dhy’la byre (she/her)

- bajoran. very much chill but serious about her work, doesn’t take lightly to messing around during work hours. she’s loud and can yap your ears off, but people tend to enjoy listening to her anyways.

ensign/junior lieutenant rhea m’ghon (she/her)

- orion-trill. likes to stick with herself. doesn’t like most people but still desperately wants everyone’s approval. doesn’t speak much about her home life. admires dhy’la from a distance.

chief medical officer isothaal “iso” ch’loya (they/them)

- aenar. tired disaster lesbian. always in some heartbreak or love triangle. midlife crisis all the time. everyone loves them and they love everyone. they are almost completely blind, only able to detect some light levels through their eyes.

ensign o’lynn maalh (he/they)

- vulcan-andorian. mostly nonverbal. botanist, spends basically all his time in the lab. feels like plants get him better than most people. despite this, shark tries desperately to be their best friend. he does have a soft spot for the andorian and lets her be “annoying”.

junior medical officer shark zh’kayo (any)

- andorian. super high energy all the time. most people can’t handle it, but she doesn’t mind. spends a lot of time with o’lynn and t’penne, although the three were closer before he got promoted.

ensign t’penne (she/they)

- vulcan. t’penne has an untraditional mindset regarding emotions and logic. still stoic and monotonous in her ways, she is much more expressive than vulcans typically are (which, albeit, isn’t much). she believes it’s illogical to repress emotion as far back as vulcans do, especially when it doesn’t cause any harm or disruptions in her life and work.

[baylardian-1]

these were originally gonna be a part of an ask from @singeart about the kids meeting Janeway (real) in AU, but i got so hyperfixated on Dal and also the episode Crossroads that now it's just a standalone Crossroads dump lol

mainly just doodles surrounding Dal obviously seeing weird thresholdy janeway for the first time, and also a few about how like shes a lizard girl and would probably experience brumation down on an icy planet haha. i figure at this point with what we know likeeee hologram janeway would prooooobably be aware of what she'd look like post-Threshold,,, given what she knows about certain events on voyager and stuff like Molly and all that.

[laney-rockin]

At some point y'all, Star Trek needs to do a time travel episode where they time travel to like Vulcan 2023 and the human on the ship is given Hot Topic elf ears in an attempt to blend in.

[star-trek-fandom-confessions]

#620

Confessions: 1. I don't want to see the 32nd century. I want to see the 25th and 26th. The 32nd is too far away, I'm not engaged in that. All the previous cannon is like, myths and legends rather than recent history. 2. I don't like how many plots have super high stakes. Like prodigy and picard season three both have "if this thing happens it's gonna kill the entire federation!" Why? It sucks. It sounds like a broken record, and it gets boring. Starfleet security should be better than that. 3. Can we not have earth as the powerhub and centre of the Federation, and this "if Earth falls, the Federation falls" mentality. Like: humans aren't the rulers of this society, let some massive things be dealt with by the Andorians or something. 4. I don't like section 31. It's not starfleet. Thought I'd put them into one ask instead of overflowing your inbox :)