#enterprise shenanigans

[spocks-longterm-boyfriend]

Bigger Fish to Fry

This is my first time writing fic ever! Inspired by a post by @spirtkrek linked here where she headcannoned spock as having a little glowing minnow that he's obsessed with. I sat down and listened to there's something going on by frida and this is what happened! Thanks!

The ship thrummed comfortingly beneath his feet as Kirk hurried through the hall towards the officer’s quarters. He assured himself that he was in fact moving at an entirely normal pace, just with purpose, and due purpose at that. Kirk had, to no avail, been seeking out Spock since the end of Alpha shift, which had now ended a standard hour prior. After not having located him in the labs or the officer’s mess that his first officer most often frequented after a typical alpha shift, Kirk had messaged Spock to ask of his plans for the evening and been met with no response. While Kirk would normally just have been disappointed that the Vulcan had departed so quickly after shift, when they often left in a natural tandem, at the present he found himself genuinely concerned at his first officer’s rate of exit. Spock had left in a hurry, after a relatively-trouble free shift, and Kirk felt it would be remiss of him not to see what might have disturbed his typically level mannerisms– even if Uhura had wrongfully chided him for being lovesick and overprotective as he caught her to ask after Spock on the way to the mess. 

As he moved along his ship’s corridors, Kirk found himself mentally searching for an answer to Spock’s rapid departure from the bridge. Kirk felt that in the past year and a half of their working together Spock and himself had developed a strong working relationship and even a tentative friendship. Although, its tentative nature came more so from Kirk’s apprehension to breach what he perceived as Spock’s level of comfort with him than any reservation of his own. He knew that Spock was more reserved than himself in regard to defining his relations, and while they found themselves together often in their off hours, and Kirk trusted him more than just about anyone other than Bones, he hesitated to label himself as Spock’s friend. Nevertheless, he felt confident that Spock would have responded to Kirk’s inquiry at his status for the evening if something were not occupying his attention, and paired with his quick exit from the bridge, Kirk found himself concerned. 

Kirk rounded the last corner on the way to his and Spock’s neighboring quarters and directed himself to Spock’s door, pressing the door chime quickly and moving to straighten his command golds. If Spock were truly in distress, it wouldn’t serve either of them for Kirk to be a mess at his door. It also gave him something to do with his hands as he awaited an answer. After a moment, the door opened, revealing a seemingly undisturbed Spock, save for a nearly undetectable look of surprise somewhere between his angled brows. 

“Captain? I find myself surprised at your arrival. Have we received further orders from the admiralty regarding Draylon II?” Spock inquired, seeming to bring even further severity to the angle of his posture and to begin mental preparation for another night of meeting unforeseen challenges in their journey through the stars. Kirk admired the way in which Spock dedicated himself so wholly to their crew, it often felt as though he was the only first officer in the ‘Fleet who could love and serve the Enterprise and her crew as much and as entirely as Kirk did, but in this moment, Kirk felt sorry for the almost imperceptible softness he had just scared away from Spock’s frame. It was not often that Spock let himself fully relax, and it had taken months for Kirk to see that slight relaxation in his shoulders during their more-than-weekly chess matches or time spent off shift alongside the bridge crew.

“No, no, Mr. Spock, my apologies. I’m not here on ship business– although I appreciate the reminder that I need to bother Komack about what is keeping the admiralty from giving us orders with the trade conference so rapidly approaching. Would you mind looking into any addresses made by Draylon II’s planetary leaders at the start of next Alpha shift? I’m going to see if I can draw any conclusions from intra-fleet communication,” Kirk responded, furrowing his expression, before remembering what had brought him to Spock’s door in the first place. “Anyways, Mr. Spock. I came because you left the bridge in a hurry today and I was worried that something might have caused you concern on shift– or otherwise,” Kirk inquired, quickly saving himself from seeming to concerned by joking, “Can’t have the best command team in the fleet working at anything less than our best, now can we?” Kirk shuffled slightly as he recovered, realizing with embarrassment how disproportionate his concern was beginning to seem to the situation at hand. 

“Apologies are illogical, Captain. To your first point, I will search for any pertinent communications at the start of the next Alpha shift, in addition to contacting my father regarding the approaching conference. It is possible that in his role as Ambassador he has come across more information in discussion with other officials than we will find through more traditional research avenues. To your second point, I did not intend to cause concern with my exit from the bridge following Alpha shift. I was preoccupied by a development in a recent experiment and departed with greater speed than usual, so as to not miss any further development,” Spock finished, bringing a tinge of guilt to Kirk’s mind. 

“Ah, very appropriate of you, Mr. Spock. As illogical as it may be, I apologize for interrupting any study you may have been making and I will leave you to it,” Kirk remarked, bracing himself for an awkward walk back towards the officer’s mess and recreation halls, where he was sure Uhura would be ready to make fun of him for his unnecessary worry-warting. 

“Captain–” Spock began, raising his immaculate brows ever so slightly and bringing a pause to Kirk initiating his walk of shame. “If you have a moment, I would be available to share with you its preliminary findings.”

“Of course, Mr. Spock.” Kirk answered, confused at the apprehension that seemed to cross Spock’s face at his own offer and following the man into his quarters. As he followed Spock inside, Kirk braced himself for the familiarly comforting wall of heat. In recent weeks, he found himself offering just as often to come to Spock’s quarters for their chess matches as he volunteered to host them in his own, knowing that the heat must bring Spock considerable comfort in comparison to the comparable cold of the rest of the Enterprise. Kirk also couldn’t deny his own appreciation of the Vulcan’s quarters– they were warm in a way that he could only ever find comforting, but also tinged with a spicy aroma that was distinct to Spock, and covered in so much of Spock’s taste in interior design and personality that it felt remarkable to be allowed inside. He couldn’t think of an event in their budding friendship that had felt as vulnerable as when Spock first invited Kirk to meet in his quarters after a shift, knowing that the man kept the space primarily for his own solitary study and meditation. In all honesty, today felt no different than that first time, as Kirk found himself warmed that Spock wanted to share his findings with him, in his role as Captain or not. 

As they reached a stop in Spock’s quarters, Kirk found himself brought before a moderately-sized, boxy glass structure filled with water and a number of brightly colored plants, drawn away from the beauty of the display by a tension in Spock’s frame. Upon further examination, Kirk believed the Vulcan to be distressed, but could only see a light akin to joy in his eyes. 

“Dr. Tesfaye of the exobiology department was able to secure approval from the admiralty for… private study– of some of the lifeforms from Cambrius VI,” Spock explained with a tone Kirk might characterize as hesitant glee, if Spock were any more expressive in his tone. 

“Wait a minute, are these the pets the Admiralty had me sign off on? Those bioluminescent minnows from that gorgeous ocean on Cambrius VI a couple of months back? The report said that they were found to be largely harmless and well-suited to solitary lives, when provided with regular periods of both light and darkness, because of the pattern of light refraction that affects the oceans of the planet, what with its angled revolution around its star. This is what you were so hurried to check in on after the shift today?” Kirk questioned, jovially. 

“Yes, Captain,” Spock answered hesitantly, with a tension Kirk might choose to identify as bashfulness on any other, non-Vulcan, member of his crew. After a short, well-meaning laugh, Kirk set to put his first officer at ease, completely taken by this new side of Spock. The captain began to ask Spock about his study of the minnow, paying even more attention to the minute expressions on the Vulcan’s face than the information he rapidly relayed between questions. If Spock were more prone to emotional intonation, Kirk might label his speech a gleeful infodump, but out of respect for his first officer’s sensibility, he cataloged it in his brain as a key study in a new lifeform taking up residency on their ship. 

After a time, Kirk paused the taller man to ask a question that he could not will from his brain without an answer, “Mr. Spock, thank you so much for sharing with me your study of a lifeform I was previously hesitant to approve for long-term residency on our ship and for sharing your detailed study with me, but I find myself with one important question left unanswered.”

“Yes, Captain?” Spock inquired, with a slight raise of his brow, seeming to take notice of the way in which Kirk had paused the Vulcan’s stream of information-sharing for this inquiry in particular, unlike with his other questions.

“What is your little friend’s name, Mr. Spock?” Kirk teased, delighting in the playful exasperation he found on Mr. Spock’s face, rather than the confusion or irritation that he might usually find at both his playful teasing and his assumption of a friendship between Spock and his ‘subject of study’. When had they reached this point of comfort with one another? Had Kirk been wrong to believe their friendship was only tentative? After all, only he had found concern in Spock’s behavior following the Alpha shift, and only he had been invited into Spock’s quarters to see Spock’s ‘subject of study’. 

“Aristotle, Captain.” Spock responded, softly. Kirk was struck by what a feeling of trust emanated from such a simple response. 

“Because of his study of bioluminescence in early terran history?” Spock gave a brief nod. “That’s a lovely choice, Mr. Spock. Thank you for sharing with me.” 

“Yes, Captain,” Spock seemed to hesitate, bringing Kirk’s attention to the close stance they had accidentally assumed while leaning in beside one another to peer at little Aristotle. “I will update you on any relevant information I glean from my study of this species.” Spock finished, seeming to regain a sense of Vulcan propriety following such a period of relative excitement. 

Kirk smiled softly, taking only a small step back from his First Officer, “I would appreciate that greatly, Mr. Spock. I will appreciate anything you choose to share with me about little Ari here.” Kirk recognized the natural conclusion of their meeting and his own hunger after having missed his usual period in the mess halls following his shift. “I’m afraid I must leave you to your study, as…” Kirk paused to think of a sufficient excuse, “some of my… duties after our shift today kept me from my usual dining period following our shift.”

Spock tilted his head down briefly in a nod and began to walk Kirk back towards his quarters’ exit. Pausing briefly as he went to open the door, Spock turned to the captain, “Sir?”

“Yes, Mr. Spock?”

“I would be gratified if you were to join me in my quarters following Alpha shift tomorrow. I believe that some… geologic materials I procured for Aristotle’s tank will be arriving and I plan to set them up for further study. Your company would be appreciated.” 

Kirk couldn’t help the sunshine grin that overtook his face if he tried. “Of course, Mr. Spock. I would be happy to. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Leaving, Kirk felt all final tension from his earlier search exit his body. However, by his third turn on the way to the officer’s mess a new anxiety was rapidly creeping in. With Spock’s extensive knowledge of the last decade in marine exobiology findings and immense care for such a small creature, Kirk had reached his own terrifying conclusion: Spock was undeniably adorable, and Kirk now had less than a day to process that fact. Otherwise, his newly-discovered– although maybe not entirely new (that was a concern to process later)– taste for his first officer’s exobiology ramblings was going to cause him significant trouble the following evening. Uhura may have been more right than he was ready to admit.

[kyurochurro]

GM it’s Christmas so my gift to u is an older spirk doodle of them walking the err uhhh unicorn dog alien thing from tos GSHSBHA based off that one scene from 101 Dalmatians u know the one ;D ✨💫

[vodrae]

Reporter: Hi ! Gotham Gazette. Mrs Brown as the new chairwoman of WayneEnterprise, you're first mesure was to, and I quote, "buy every train station availaible in the fucking world", can I ask why ?

Steph: The best business school taught me that, Jeff. Monopoly.

[crystal-mouse]

if they'd shown me this in science maybe i would've learnt more

[lichqueenlibrarian]

Sarek: I can’t tell you about the time your mother nearly traded me for some dilithium crystals but did I ever tell you about the time our diplomatic mission almost turned into an orgy and I had to fight the leader of the clan for your mother? She gave him such an earful he decided she was a witch, and we smoothed things over as he felt anyone who could take on your mother was a worthy ally.

Spock: …….what

[ozzie-starfur]

short written preview of my season 5 webcomic/illustrated fanfic (haven’t decided which it will be. I’m quite busy with work as well).

Slight spoilers for the plot!

- - -

Malcolm regard T’pol with a concerned expression, the Brit’s eyebrows raised to punctuate it.

“I have not lost my mind.” T’pol insisted, weary of such accusations. Malcolm shook his head, taking a seat across from her on a curved bulkhead.

“No, I don’t believe you have.” He began seriously, “in fact, out of all of us you may be the most sane.”

T’pol was silent, but finally looked up at him. There was the ghost of a question reflecting on her features.

“The Captain disagrees.”

Malcolm folded his arms and leaned forward, “so be it. T’pol, if there’s any chance Trip is still alive, no matter how slight…”

She nearly jumped when he stood again, the poor women in a more haggard condition than any of them had ever seen before.

“You said you’ve made contact with him in your dreams…and while meditating.”

“More than that.” She confirmed gravely, “I can feel his pain. Hear fragments of his thoughts.”

“That doesn’t sound like a dead man to me.”

“I have been unable to convince the Captain. He is engaged with a series of groundbreaking diplomatic conferences…logically, I understand his skepticism..”

Malcolm frowned placing a hesitating hand on her shoulder. “Then we don’t convince him. We must take this into our own hands.”

T’pol abruptly lifted her gaze to his, “what you are suggesting is—“

“Potentially the only way we can save Trip. We cannot afford to wait for these conferences to end if he’s as injured as you’ve described.”

Another fleeting moment of silence between them. Then she finally stood, hugging herself consolingly.

“Then we must prepare. It will be difficult to leave Enterprise without calling attention to ourselves. And even if we succeed…a shuttlepod cannot go to warp. We will likely be found quickly once they realize we are gone.”

“It’s settled then.” Malcolm nodded, extending his hand to her. Then realization dawned on him and he retracted it quickly.

[hy-chu]

Happy Holidays from my system and I!

Perhaps the first Christmas in a very long time that there was a system-wide “Holiday Spirit”; even the not very festive alters enjoyed Christmas this year.

It feels like our life is starting open up into something bigger, here’s to a hopefully eventful brand new year!

[From left to right: Simon (in their mist cat form thing), Rightie(me hehehe), and Charlie]

[owedfavors]

⤷ ✧ @nursc said, ❝ we're taking a big gamble. ❞

una quirks an eyebrow as she turns around just long enough to let christine see the expression. when she turns her attention back to the empty, broken street before her, she twists the padd in her hands, and not for the first time, as if displaying a different angle will somehow make the map — a digitized copy of one nearly two millennia old that resides in the capital's main museum — make more sense against the modern topography of what until a few decades ago had been a city.

❛ is that the gamble that there is anything here to be seen, or the gamble that enterprise will leave without us when we fail to return on account of getting lost in an alien ghost town by following a map two thousand years out of date? ❜

of the former, una could make no assurances. yet, though the planet's unique atmospheric make-up renders both transporters and communicators ineffective, she mains unconcerned about their successful return. she may not be quite certain where they are — at least as far as the map is concerned — but she is confident she can return them safely.

❛ that statue doesn't look like this drawing, does it? ❜ she passes the padd to her friend, tapping upon its surface to indicate where the small icon upon the map as she nods ahead of them. the answer is distinctly no; the statue in question is scarcely deserving of that name, so decayed and worn down was the stone. whatever it had once been a depiction of, that knowledge was long lost to the ages.

[uss-exile-ncc-440548]

Erm, Commander, I think we warped wrong... - Major

[synthville]

spin-off announcement incoming…

[heatheniousmaterials]

Sitcom about a money laundering front & the story is about it accidentally being so good that it stops being a front & actually becomes more profitable than the, like, failing drug dealing business its supposed to be a front for

[crystal-mouse]

Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction- NX-01 special

[catpriciousmarjara]

Getting a PHD literally anywhere else: Wow! Congratulations! What a great achievement! Amazing!

Getting a PHD in Gotham: Wow! Amazing! You're now on several Government, Civilian, and Bat watchlists.

So if any of the Wayne kids get a PHD, then the entirety of Gotham would be squinting at them suspiciously. They're rich, so resources, and most likely already insane with all the shit they pull.

What I'm saying is if Jason went and got himself a Doctorate in Literature, the whole city would anticipate the appearance of his villainsona called the Dead Poet(emphasis on the dead) or Bookkeeper or something else similarly nerdy and themed like that for sure.

I just know that it would turn into some Gotham inside joke with memes abound, and everytime Jason would, I don't know, give more funding to the neglected Arts Departments in Gotham University, or go to a school for read alongs to encourage kids to read, Gotham social media would go crazy and be like:

"The Dreaded Villain Dead Poet Reads Alice in Wonderland to Children! How Despicable!"

"Villain Dead Poet Lambasts Government on Banning Books! Leads Librarians to Riot!"

"Dead Poet Ramps up his Villainy by Establishing Educational Programmes in Crime Alley! Uplifting the Poor! What a Dastardly Villain!"

"Dead Poet Goes on Live Ranting About his Favourite Books! Favourite Author is Jane Austen! Is this the Feminist Agenda?"

And so on! It's a meme that refuses to go away. His siblings actively participate, and make the situation worse.

Dick held an online Gotham Villains and Anti-Heroes Poll and Dead Poet came out on top, over Red Hood. Jason is an actual Gotham crime boss, but his crowdfunded villainsona is more popular. No he's not salty about it at all.

Duke would create a montage of Dead Poet sightings.

Stephanie would make a Dead Poet meme compilation.

Tim would arrange Wayne Enterprises to donate to local libraries after allegedly being threatened by the heinous villain Dead Poet. (Jason did ask Tim to do that but not like that)

Barbara created an extremely popular Villain Watch account for Dead Poet.

Cass tweeted out Jason's favourite books as the villain Dead Poets reading list telling people to avoid them 'wink wonk', causing a massive uptick in the sale of those books ala Bigolas Dickolas.

Damian of all people tweeted out a pic of Jason playing with Alfred the cat accusing the evil villain Dead Poet of attempting to kidnap his cat.

And thats not to mention all the shenanigans they pull in their batsonas.

God bless Gotham and it's home grown, organic, not even remotely ethically sourced, free range chaos.

[mnemonicpneumaticknife]

I imagine temporal investigations has a sign up that says "number of ships named Enterprise we are allowed to acknowledge the existence of" and the number goes up every once in a while.

i like to think lucsley’s indignant look here is: “dude we had to take two whole semesters in temporal investigations academy on Jonathan Archer; how could you forget this?”

in a cosmology of star trek sort of way, i take temporal agents bickering about a sixth enterprise unknown to the viewer as the origin point of star trek enterprise.

[221aubrina]

I have a new SNW fic out on AO3. Fun new series, short chapters. It's gonna be loads of fun. Hop on the 'lift & listen up. 😉

[owedfavors]

⤷ ✧ @frontieral said, ❝ i'm all right. ❞ from saavik.

❛ — I did not ask. ❜ una pauses no more than a heartbeat's span in the doorway. perhaps she should have asked — or been prepared to. it was what people, most people, did when someone found themselves so impossibly in unfamiliar surroundings: they asked if you were alright. a ridiculous question, by any measure, one so rarely answered honestly that it ceased to mean anything. una herself was no less guilty than at least ninety percent of the crew of answering that question with the ubiquitous 'I'm fine' on every occasion, no matter the reality.

perhaps she should have asked, but there were an abundance of other people on this crew better suited to asking that question than she.

❛ though, now I find myself deciding between two interpretations: either you have been asked how you are by everyone to step through those doors ❜ ( likely enough ) ❛ or you arein fact not 'fine' and so sought to deflect any attention preemptively from your well-being. ❜

a ghost of a smile flickers across her features. ❛ I might recommend not drawing attention to what you seek to distract from. ❜

una holds up the padd in her hand pointedly as she crosses the room to take a seat, uninvited, across from saavik. ❛ I was not coming to check on you — I'll leave that to the others. I have preliminary reports I thought you might be interested to see. although, I am afraid we do not have much by way of answers, only more questions. ❜