#i'm happy someone appreciates my perspective on this ship

[a-doubleh-x]

Why I like Charlastor

The other day I noticed there was some negativity in the Charlastor tag, including antis and people feeling the need to defend against antis, so I thought I might as well take a step back and just write candidly about why I like the ship.

I only got into Hazbin in October of last year, but already it has inspired me a lot to write and fantazise about it. Like most people, I started with the classic "they look cute together", but as I kept looking I couldn't help but think there was something else to these two than first met the eye.

For starters, I love Pollyanas! I think they get a bad rep for being naive, but I just appreciate an optimist like Charlie who just wants to make people around her happy because it makes her happy. I also like bad boys 😳 I'm a pretty heteronormative guy, so I haven't had a big chance to explore that part of myself yet, but I do like the danger and excitement someone like Alastor brings to the table.

I will admit when I started writing Charlastor I felt like I was handling dynomite. It's a lil scary to ship a boundless altruist with a manipulative sociopath, but bear with me.

I think each of them has something the other needs. I think Charlie needs someone to challenge her, someone to steer her in the right direction while she's mostly isolated. At the start of the series, practically nobody but Vaggie takes her seriously, and Alastor is no exception. He mocks her, teases her, but she still listens and I think it's because somewhere deep down she understands there's something he's trting to communicate in his annoying, but curious way.

Of course, I also love the fanon Charlie who's down bad for Alastor, and even if that Charlie is a little naive, I think it's also sweet and she can use some indulgence while most people treat her like a child.

On the other hand, when it comes to Alastor, this is a bit of a theory on my part, but I think he's secretely lonely. He has friends, certainly, like Rosie and Mimzy, but they're not good enough friends to live together with him. They don't seem to be able to save him from "pure, absolute boredom". But Charlie, for some reason can, even though she's a stranger at the beginning when Alastor chooses to move into the Hotel.

Alastor is not as much of a cynic as someone who chooses to see things in a perspective that benefits him. He doesn't think redeeming sinner is "hopeless", but "hilarious" instead, which has interesting implications to me. That's why he chooses to hover around Charlie, not because he thinks she's lame, rather because he thinks she's silly. She makes him laugh. Which I think is kind of how Alastor sees "love".

And then you have fanon Alastor who, depending on the writer, is either a horny animal, a wisecrack edgelord or a soft boy who's mean to everyone but Charlie XD I like several of those interpretations, but I kinda prefer mine just out of personal taste. I think the best part about Alastor is that he doesn't *care* what anyone thinks of him and always does what he wants, even at the expense of other people, which I find pretty enviable.

They're kinda both outcasts in their own ways. Charlie by being unable to fit in and Alastor being unwilling to compromise. But they don't judge each other. He supports her in his own weird way and she houses him and is delighted of him in general, which is tasty food for his ego. I do wonder why Alastor is interested in Charlie, both in canon and in a fandom vacuum.

There's some cool potential for drama there, but also growth and healing, in my opinion. Personally, I think Alastor doesn't want to actually *hurt* Charlie, but he may hurt those around her, which will be a moment to start settling compromises if Charlie puts her foot down.

That haz bin my review so far! I'm honestly pretty grateful for Vivziepop for all of the work she's done so far, I know directing, animating and writing two shows over the course of 5 year or so ain't easy. I'm also grateful to the fandom who shares their thoughts and vision, which calms the terrible voices I started hearing in my head since I bought this weird old radio.

I'm in the middle of a break, but if you're interested in my fanfics I'll get back to writing very soon. Cheers! 🌈❤🦌

[goat-guy-tm]

I was talking about deep analysis of Curly and Jimmy's dynamic in my discord server (which you should join), and I thought "Hey! Maybe tumblr would like this!" So, here this is! It's a rough copy paste of what I said, edited slightly to fit better in a post format:

Also long post warning.

I feel like because a lot of ppl haven't experience people like Jimmy irl they have a hard time understanding why Curly acts the way he does, and by no means is it still 100% okay, but when you know someone that's been mentally manipulating you for years if can become easy to be tunnel visioned to they pain they cause others. I think a big example of that is when Anya shows concern over Jimmy's last psych evaluation but when Curly does it Jimmy (from the little text we get about it) tells him it was just all jokes, which could have been, but when it's just Jimmy and Curly it's much lighter in perspective, because Curly believes him, and Curly sees no reason for Jimmy to lie to him about his mental state (which he obviously was doing as he has quite the psychotic break a few days later)

Not to mention, Jimmy gets quite aggressive at Curly when he notices that Curly is rethinking his career. He activly calls him horrible things for 'not appreciating his position and wanting something new' (<not direct words but overview), when if Jimmy was a good friend he would have been talking about it with Curly. Instead he shames Curly for it, that in Jimmy's mind it's unfair for Curly to not be happy cause Curly has a better seat than him, but he'll frame it as them, the whole crew, to make Curly feel bad about it.

Like, when the rest of the crew learned they were going to be let go after that haul, none of them were really mad at Curly for him being the only one to be given a recommendation and compensation. Yeah Anya and Swansea are upset about it, but only Jimmy is the one to call out Curly for being the only one to relieve special treatment, when it's pretty established Curly is/was one of Pony Expresses' best pilots. But Jimmy doesn't talk about himself during the party. Swansea mentions how unfair it is that PE is throwing them to the side after all these years, Anya almost has a panic attack over not having any money in savings, Daisuke isn't really phased since he's only an intern, but Jimmy gets mad at CURLY, not Pony Express. He even full on calls it Curly running away, as if Pone Express closing them down is Curly's fault for wanting something different for his life

I mean what's wild to me is I'm p sure Curly even has a conversation with Jimmy in the game about how he hasn't been handed anything and has been working hard for where he is. Curly never out right really says it, but he does make mention of both of them working hard. Then again Curly doesn't talk about himself a lot even in conversation (minus the "on the edge of a bridge with your feet in the cememnt" one cause Jimmy made it about him)

When going back through the playthrough, I realized Jimmy is such a well written villian because he convinces even Curly that Curly is the villian here, the one in the wrong. Curly isn't perfect, he is quite literally the imperfect victim, but Jimmy is such a big manipulator that he convinces Curly it's HIS fault all this is happening, that Curly needs JIMMY so that he can fix all this, only for Curly to realizes what Jimmy's been doing when he finds Jimmy curled up outside the cockpit with a ship wide system failure blaring.

Buddy Corl: "Hey, just an idea, would Jimmy keep Anya alive so that Curly can stay alive? He berates her medical expertise but never elects to care for Curly beyond feeding him pills."

I'd say 50/50. A big thing is Jimmy quite obviously doesn't view Anya as a person, or at the very least views her as bottom of the barrel useless, but after the crash and with Curly how he was, there was no way he'd be able to do it and survive, because the entire time Swansea has the axe and Jimmy even recognizes that if he steps out of line too far within the lines of "I'm captian so I say so", then Swansea would basically usurp him. His own personal caring for Curly was most likely to keep him suffering. He voted on keeping Curly alive, and unless he was just trying to blend in with the others, then he did it because he wanted to keep Curly suffering.

Friend Corl again: "There was a Tumblr post that claimed the hands of the others were missing (the overview angle of Curly on the table was used as evidence) but this could just be the angle of the scene itself as he was going to die shortly after."

Hm, it could have been either the angle, a rendering choice from the devs or Jimmy could have cut their hands off. Idk why he would only go for the hands though, since he seems to show full intrest in cannablism. But you could chalk it up to a concept of keeping them from being able to do anything. Yes they are dead but Jimmy is far gone enough to believe that cutting their hands off could still make him better because they can't do anything to change what he's done.

Anyways that's it! For some context on why this is so important to me, from elementary school to the end of middle school I had a 'friend' that I was extremely close with. She was a horrible person who mentally, emotionally and physically tortured me for years, but since I was a child I never saw anything wrong with it. I would even rush to her defense when people would point out to me that what she was doing was bad. Now a days I hate her, and I love to talk shit about her, but I think a lot of people don't fully take in Curly's actions because they haven't gone through that (and they shouldn't, mind you).

I feel for Curly a lot, because I see myself in him in how he tries so desperately to protect someone he didn't even realize was killing him. Curly isn't perfect, and believe me I wasn't perfect when I was friends with her. She made me act out against people to gain her approval, she made me bitter and mean to others, do things I would never do. Very few people acknowledge what an over powering manipulator that has been controlling you for years can do to a person.

[worlds-best-striker]

important note. please read.

mod's been thinking a lot. and they think that its time to call this out.

before they begin, this post contains things they're uncomfortable with, changing perspectives from yoichi talking to them talking, and in no way whatsoever is this directed to anyone. i just think i need to call this out.

so. recently, i've been kind of debating talking about this because, well, i thought it would be rude to talk about this. after all, this is the internet and people do what they want.

y'know how i say that self shipping with the character is okay? it is, in fact, i encourage it. it makes me so happy. but here's the catch.

we can be as close as you want, you and the character. but don't interfere with a person who self ships with the character and another character. what the hell? that's kinda rude.

and so lets say a person who strongly associates with my blog, they and said character are close. lets say they flirt/self ship with another blog. sure, i might drop a little teasing comment. but don't tag me or mod.

mod absolutely HATES contreversy, arguments, confrontation and anything as such. it makes the said person uncomfortable, it makes the rp mod uncomfortable, it makes ME uncomfortable. especially if you're not the rp mod/person self-shipping, i think that's even worse.

basically, what i'm saying is, self ship with me, i don't mind. self ship with other blogs, i don't mind either. but don't stir arguments, it makes me so stressed and i already have enough going on. if things like that happens again, i'll directly call you out on the post. if it happens often, i delete my blog. please respect your fellow users and rp mods. we're still and always human.

if youre shipping or self shipping makes me uncomfortable, i won't interact.

if you don't know if the rp mod or someone else is comfortable with something you're about to do, don't do it. or just ask, its not difficult. i like this blog, it makes me very happy. it would really suck to have to delete it due to toll on my mental health.

thank you for reading, reblogs and likes are appreciated.

please rb for awareness

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

A bit of a loaded question, I know, but do you have any TF ships you prefer and would like to share?

I need you to be aware that you're opening pandora's box here. The vibes range anywhere from "god this is hot" to "god this is cute" to "their dynamic is so fucking interesting and i want to study them under laboratory conditions" to "this hurts so much and I need the drama, I am CRYING" to smashing barbie dolls together. I have crackships you ain't even THOUGHT about. I throw ships at the wall just to see if they stick. I like a lot of ships. Arguably too damn many. So many that I'm putting this under a cut to spare people from the long post. So many that I have to sort them by continuity so you're not staring at an unorganized list longer than do you love the color of the sky.

TFA

shockbee I feel has a lot of the potential for shockwave fearing what happens when bee finds out he's not longarm. Like a lot of the scenes in auto boot camp read to me like shockwave really did want bee as an ally while he climbs the ranks, and there's some juicy potential for shocker starting out as just using him until he actually catches feelings. Especially in aus where bee really did join the elite guard. Like can you imagine the drama. The heartbreak. The trust issues. Bee realizing he never really knew the guy he could trust most. Wondering if he's even safe to be around. If anything was even real. Shockwave wondering the same things. Hhhhhhhhh.

I do enjoy shockblurr conceptually but I'm not crazy about how they're usually portrayed in the fandom bc I feel like we're all forgetting that shockwave is a ball of anxiety and murder, and Blurr is a straight laced fuckin nerd who can't shut his mouth. An overpowered, highly capable nerd, but a nerd still. I like what the artist katzske does with them a lot tho.

I'm also a blitzbee enjoyer but on a less "bee can fix him and itll be so sweet" level and more "god imagine how annoying they'd be together." Looney Tunes levels of fucking with people. Either that or bumblebee is just horny on main and really likes the thought of bagging a con, but then he goes and catches feelings.

prowlbulk owns my entire heart. They're so sweet on each other and prowl really respects and appreciates bulkhead way more than bulky's used to. And bulkhead admires so much of prowl's skill and perspective. They work so well together as a couple and it's fucking adorable. With a hint of tragedy bc. Well. You know.

Bulkbee is also incredibly cute bc I'm a sucker for besties that very slowly realize they love each other so much it makes them look stupid. Good in romantic or qpr flavors. Bee already climbs all over bulkhead like a squirrel, they're so fuckin affectionate and very very stupid in social settings.

I like Optimus and blackarachnia from a drama standpoint bc God. They are tragic. They are MESSY. I genuinely think there's no happy ending for them. The trust is gone. But they still miss each other so much and they just CANT move on, so they keep stringing each other along. They're just hurting themselves and each other every time one does anything nice for the other. It's the kinda shit that just slowly rips your heart out. OP please don't text your ex. OP pLEASE

Megop is a classic but I feel we as a fandom underutilize how much Optimus pisses off Megatron. He is an asshole cat knocking shit off the counter for attention. Megs lets him be worse when he is so so fucking tired of being good. He loves that he hates him and he hates that he loves him. Full on "my esteemed rival" "dearly detested." Fighting each other is cathartic and addictive. Megatron finds it infuriating but he can't deny how much he likes having a worthy opponent, how fitting it is that the cosmos sent him so deadly a nemesis, and yet how lame it is that he was so forgettable at first so now he feels dumb being mildly obsessed with him. Optimus is just glad he has someone who doesn't expect him to be perfect and nice and upstanding. He can vent out a lot of his less noble feelings or impulses that he's had completely repressed for ages. The pressure's off in a lot of ways. And I think in an enemies to lovers sense, watching them figure out how to make that setup and that very odd mutual desire to be in each other's lives into something healthier could be really compelling. Or tragic in a "why did I let myself need you? Why the fuck did I let myself need you?" way.

Beeprowl is funny but I only really like it in a "you annoy me SO MUCH let's make out about it" way. Nothing committed, just dispelling the tension without having to kill each other. It is just kinda nice seeing them have genuinely sweet moments though. Squidbob ass relationship.

Lugnut and Strika are the perfect Decepticon power couple and I love them so much. So very much. Lugnut loves his big terrifying wife capable of leveling cities, and she loves her sweet devoted husband who could throw her across the room. I think they break chairs over each other's heads for fun and have been trying to seduce Megatron into a threesome for ages.

Shockwave and Megatron are also incredibly good. The loyalty. The "I commit my whole existence to you. I am yours, in mind body and soul. I will go wherever you need me to, I will put myself in immeasurable danger for you, just please say I'm doing a good job" and "all my efforts would be lost without you. In a world where I have been vulnerable and terrified, where I have been stabbed in the back by people I thought I could wholly trust, I can look at you and know, unwaveringly, you won't do the same. I trust you completely." It's Delicious. It's absolutely codependent but god it's tasty.

Also honestly? Bulkhead and the constructicons could make a pretty cute throuple. He wants them to be better. They want him to be worse. He just wants them to do honest work and they want him to stop letting stuffy, elitist autobot society control him so much. They love each other, they're friends (even if the constructicons don't totally remember the first night they met him). And they really do enjoy each other's company. They're just guys being dudes. Just dudes being guys. Just guys being gays. (It's also just nice when bulkhead gets to be the smaller one, scrapper totally carries him around like a big ol' cat).

I really like prowl being torn between lockdown and jazz. They're the devil and angel on his shoulders. Lockdown tempting him into relapsing, feeling himself fall into old habits, forsaking everything he's learned about patience and respect and being conscientious of the world around him. Jazz picking him back up when he slips, making him WANT to keep being better. And prowl can't decide if he wants to be loved in spite of all his toxic traits or BECAUSE of them. It's got me in a chokehold, your honor.

Megastar is fun in tfa because 1. It's implied Megatron never actually abused starscream while they were on the same side (the first thing starscream says after waking up from being shot is "YOU DARE STRIKE ME, MEGATRON?" which reads to me like this is a new development). Megs doesn't actually hurt anyone working for him other than Sumdac, who he fucking hates (at least not on-screen), and the only reason he was as aggro to starscream post-revival was because he knew screamer is the reason he spent all that fucking time as just a severed head. He used to actually trust him, sort of, even if he was a scheming, sycophantic little weasel. And 2. It's pretty obvious they have history together. I genuinely truly believe they were exes and Starscream only planted a bomb on him because he couldn't be fucking normal about the divorce. You look at how they bitch at each other in deep space and then immediately fall into what is most likely their old dynamic of getting things done and shooting the shit and tell me they never had an intense romantic stint that went horribly wrong. Starscream calls him Meggy in his internal logs for fucks sake.

Oh also sumdac x megatron. It started as a crackship of mine but I really love the idea of sumdac feeling legitimately guilty for taking Megatron apart and unknowingly violating him the way he did, even if Megatron is terrible. Like the dynamic of "you lied to me" "if I told you who I really was, I would be dead. I don't owe you the truth when you held me captive. I was vulnerable. I was TERRIFIED. I did what I had to in order to keep myself safe. And you come to ME with accusations of doing you wrong? When YOU held all the power? And then when I'd taken back the power you left me without, made you feel what I felt, I'm a monster?" "I never meant to hurt you" "Well you did. And now you know just how much damage you did." Like it's such an interesting angle, ESPECIALLY when you consider that sumdac probably grew to legitimately care about Megatron while he was in his lab. He wanted to do right by him. He wanted to see him restored and thriving. He was his robot buddy that made a birthday gift for his kid once. Some part of him probably misses him after he's gone, some part of him probably feels guilty too, even through all the rage and hurt and fear and betrayal. That's complicated feelings!! That's juicy!!!!!

I like the thought of Shockwave and Optimus but that's mostly for sexy reasons. Something about a big, smooth talking, scary cryptid monster, very well spoken and elegant, seducing Good, Upstanding Autobot Optimus to The Dark Side. This is mostly because Optimus is a huge nerd and so is Shockwave. I think Shockwave could potentially pique his interest with uncensored versions of the history Optimus is already a huge dweeb about, and seal the deal with a few gentle touches and honeyed words. From Optimus's perspective this is Very Obviously a Honeypot Trap but the trouble is Shockwave is very hot and very sweet on him and starting to seem less and less evil so he's not sure how long he can keep his guard up when the temptation is this strong. He has a duty to fight Decepticons and shut out their lies but man. He's so tired. And Shockwave's berth is very warm. There is something satisfying about seeing him choose to be selfish after nearly a whole show of him taking the high road. (It's even better if he gets attached when eventually Shockwave's Cool Sexy Collected vibes falter and he sees how much of an anxious, panicky dork he actually is)

Ratchet x Arcee are also very very cute together. Old married dorks. Ratchet's so soft with her and he wants her to be okay. She genuinely likes him and he makes the nightmare she's subjected herself to bearable. "Don't call me sir, I work for a living!" They're both horrifically traumatized, they understand each other on a level most bots can't, and they can ground each other when it gets bad. God. You know they're slow dancing in the kitchen together. You know they're sickeningly domestic with each other. They are holding hands in the park on a comically small bench on earth right as we SPEAK.

I also just kind of like the idea of team prime being a polycule (other than ratchet, who is just watching the young bots having relationship drama and rolling his optics (the age gap and mentor role make me personally a little uncomfortable but I have nothing against people who do include him, they're all adults, its chill)). I like the thought of these losers getting home after a long day and collapsing into a cuddle pile, either on the couch or on the floor. They all love each other so much already, I think they should kiss about it, but they're super repressed so it's So Very Shy and Cautious and Sweet.

The same goes for the Decepticons but more in a "cons are pretty casual about sex anyway, they're in close proximity, and they tolerate each other at least so nearly everyone has a fuck buds setup with each other" way. I feel like the autobots are super repressed in that regard so the cons started leaning into being sluts to stick it to the mech along with all the other freaks shit they're cool with. God help Blackarachnia, she goes from Autobot repression to all her coworkers being sluts on main and she Does Not Know what to do about that (also it would make a lot of sense if that's why she started leaning into the femme fatale thing so hard)

TFP

Optiratch my beloved. Gay old men who would do anything for each other, even when they really don't agree on how to proceed. They're best friends, they're husbands, they're crushing on each other and they think it's unrequited, they just started dating, they've been married for eons. All of it works soooo well. They know each other well enough that they can communicate by just kinda grunting in specific ways. I need them to hold hands SO bad.

Megop is also Very Good here. Literally the most divorced robots to ever exist. Megatron NEEDS Optimus back and Optimus still holds a torch for megs, but it's so fucking funny because they're clearly on fundamentally different levels of "I miss you." Like Optimus is kinda sad and he does want the old Megatronus back, but Megatron does these whole fuckin elaborate stunts to get Optimus to pay attention to him again and then locks himself in his room with a pint of ice cream and dark energon to cry about him. Mans is NOT coping. Alternatively, Optimus is coping just as poorly on the inside and he really does still love Megatron just as much but he knows that's a selfish desire that he quiets with everything else he sacrifices about himself in the name of being a good leader. Least repressed Optimus.

Bulkhead and wheeljack should get to kiss on the mouth I think. If Arcee can call Wheeljack Bulkhead's boyfriend, and bulkhead does not deny it, logic dictates they should in fact French kiss sloppy style for a whole minute on live TV. It can happen. Only on the hub.

KOBD are adorable together, they are so unhinged and stupid and they love each other so much. Like the team rocket of the nemesis. Breakdown loves his husband soooo much and knockout misses him so bad when Silas gets him. And you KNOW they're freaks bc knockout is totally convinced that breakdown would've loved seeing how he torments Silas in bd's body. He's probably right about it too.

I also wholly support Ms. June Darby for trying to seduce Optimus. Me too girl, get that robo ass. Go get jack a new cooler dad. It's also very cute to imagine Optimus, the bigass 30 foot robot, the stoic leader of the Autobots who keeps stonefaced through just about anything, flustered and crushing on a very small and very flirty human.

For some reason the show was kind of trying to tease Bulkhead x Arcee for exactly one episode and then never again and like. Look. I understand it was a forced het ship that was there to distract people from how gay they accidentally made the show. I know it'd probably just be Arcee rebounding after losing Cliffjumper. But I think them having a fwb type relationship while she works through her feelings could be interesting. Though this could just be because Bulkhead is big sweet and comforting and him holding anyone and making them feel safe while they're Going Through it is enough to get me saying God I Wish That Were Me.

Bumblebee and Smokescreen appeal to me in the same way seemingly very hetero frat bros who are apparently a very sweet and affectionate gay couple do. It's an inherently funny irony and also theyre just both cute himbos.

TFP Megastar is horrifically unhealthy in general and there is absolutely no way in hell it could work out. Not pre-war, not post-megs-redemption, nada. Which is why it has my brain in a chokehold. This is one of the ships I like because it's fascinating and because god it HURTS. Like I have my gripes with how the show portrayed the abuse overall but there were some things they were cooking with. Starscream being an obvious victim but then turning around and inflicting it on everyone around him? Girl no, the cycle of violence and abuse!!!! Girl no, you're refusing to do the complex emotional work of accepting that what happened to you wasnt okay and thus you carry out the behaviors you've gaslit yourself into thinking are normal!!!!!! Girl no, society has failed you and you have no support systems to help you break the cycles, but you also simply refuse to try in the first place because your pride wouldn't allow it!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The cortical psychic patch was literally my fave showcase of their dynamic in the whole show. "I don't want to play this game anymore!" Like jfc ouch. Also the thought of post redemption Megatron lamenting how he treated Starscream, not having considered the damage he's done to him before now. Trying to make it right and only making it all worse by inserting himself into Starscream's life again and realizing how badly he's broken him, how fucked it is that Starscream seems to revere him after EVERYTHING. God. GOD. I'm in agony.

Speaking of starscream in the cycle of abuse, KOSS has postcanon potential. (Post Predacons Rising, rid does not exist 😌) Like. They've proven they feel some type of way about each other. "I've always admired your lustrous finish." "😏" But Knockout was the first person in starscream's life to set a boundary in a healthy way. And when starscream inevitably ignores those boundaries and knockout leaves, you know how much it fucking hurts starscream to realize how badly he fucked up. But of course, the pride. He can't apologize. Can't admit he's the reason knockout betrayed him. So he'll choke back the tears. He'll try to, anyway. But he can't stop the agony in his voice while he feebly spits out "Fine! I hope Unicron eats you too!!" You know the second they shut the door on him, the waterworks started, and so did the closest thing to self reflection Starscream's ever done. He Has the Potential to be Better with Knockout, but he NEEDS to put in the work, and the suspense of wondering if he WILL fucks my whole shit up.

Rescue Bots

It is so close to canon that blades and bumblebee are boyfriends. Hell I believe it pretty much IS canon. He loves that bug so much. He gets jealous when he hangs out with Dani and not him. He hugs him for a photo the first chance he gets. And since we know blades is confirmed as being into dudes, I think we all know what they were getting at. TFP bumblebee has an anxious twink boyfriend that lives in Maine and we have no idea whatsoever if the rest of team prime knows.

Graham and boulder pine for each other like you would not believe. Once again, pretty much canon. You can't just have boulder keep telling Graham "well I like you just how you are" when Graham's trying to impress a girl and expect me to not think he has a big stupid gay crush on his best friend. They love each other so much as partners and as friends, I know damn well they'd be SICKENINGLY cute together as boyfriends. They'd probably try to stealth it at first bc a human and a giant robot alien in love? What'll the others think?? Gotta keep it secret. Sneaking off into the woods so Boulder can work on his "art projects" but in fact they are kissing. They're not as slick as they think they are, Chief Burns 100% picks up what's going on but he lets them think they're sneaky. Nobody actually has any problems with it other than Kade making fun of them a little but don't worry that's just him projecting.

On the opposite side of the spectrum, Heatwave and Kade are the worst fucking tsunderes about crushing on each other. Between heatwave refusing to let down the brooding tough guy persona and kade being so insistent on staying hyper masculine (to the point where mild internalized homophobia is inevitable), neither of them can just be honest about how much they mean to each other and they gotta resort to getting each other's attention by being mean in very low stakes ways. I am drowning, there is no sign of land, you are coming down with me, hand in unloveable hand, except they're not drowning and they're just dunking each other in a kiddie pool repeatedly.

Heatwave and quickshadow are fun for similar reasons but with less shit lord pranks and/or lowbrow bitching, and more classy verbal sniping and sparring with each other because heatwave thinks it's hot when quickshadow kicks his ass. They're insufferably competitive and I think that could be very fun and incredibly messy, especially since they both need to learn how to communicate. Very bisexual, they are forced to share the brain cell, 10/10

I also just enjoy the idea of all the bots being in a polycule the same way I like the idea for TFA's team prime. They're very sweet together and they clearly care about each other a lot. Its just kind of nice when they all hold hands together, you feel me? They're sneaking off to kiss in the bunker bc they don't know if the humans know dudes can like other dudes. They are also not as subtle as they think they are.

Oh also doc Greene and chief burns dated once when they were teenagers and it didn't work out but they stayed besties, nobody can change my mind on this.

Beast Wars

Dinobot and Megatron are exes, 100%. Dinobot is probably the only being in the known universe that Megatron actually kind of cares about other than himself and his rubber duck. Otherwise he wouldn't keep trying to fucking clone him to make a version that will never leave him. There's also some implications here and there that Megatron really did want the world to be better for Predacons (along with the desire for power, anyway) and that preds are genuinely treated unfairly, so there's a pretty compelling angle of dinobot having been drawn to megatron because he saw someone with noble goals and a way to fix their fucked up world before becoming disillusioned with the dishonorable tyrant he turned out to be.

Dinobot and Optimus are also very good together bc it really truly feels like Dinobot finally found the guy with honor he thought he saw in Megatron. And he's infuriating half the time because he isn't nearly as bloodthirsty as he's used to, but GODDAMN does he make him Feel Things. The entire episode Gorilla Warfare has me obsessed with them. The bitching. Dinobot freaking the fuck out and Optimus tenderly removing the seed pod stuck to the back of his neck that was freaking him out and only laughing at him a little. Dinobot constantly trying to choose violence. The stupid smile when Optimus also chooses violence and Dinobot realizes he fucked up. THE BEDSIDE VIGIL. "It was my shift" AND YOU KNOW THEY WEREN'T TAKING SHIFTS. THE FLOWER ON THE BEDSIDE TABLE. "it is good to have you back." "Back home or back to normal?" "...both." THEY'RE HOMOSEXUAL, YOUR HONOR.

Dinobot (shit maybe I just really like dinobot) with Rattrap is good for similar reasons but the vibes are totally different. DoOp is all soft and sweet and patient and light ribbing, Dinotrap is talking shit at each other as a love language. Dinobot is a good guy but he's also, fundamentally, a bitch. Rattrap has proven he can match his freak by bitching right back. They love each other by pretending to hate each other. To the point where if Rattrap doesn't hear any comebacks he genuinely starts worrying because "oh, we aren't playing the game, why aren't you playing, are you okay?" They have so many soft tender moments where they prove they actually love each other. Their last conversation is talking shit!!!! "You're just a slag spouting saurian, but it's nice to know where you stand." "Upwind of you for preference, rodent." They loved each other!!!!!! Rattrap is fucked up over losing him!!!!!!!!!!! It's bittersweet, it's tragic, it hurts so bad and I love them so much!!!! They're stupid your honor!!!!!!!!!!!!

On a much sillier side, I do love Rattrap x Rhinox. Rattrap kissed that man twice. On the mouth. On screen. Annoying little gremlin who goes "nyehhhh" x big stoic dude who goes "hn." And they're both tech guys so they probably work on projects together a lot. And they all survive and are fine bc beast machines isnt real 💖

I have my problems with Silverbolt in general but I cannot deny that he and Blackarachnia are pretty damn cute together. He loves his girlfriend, they trash her shitty ex together, she loves that he doesn't try to change her. She gets to be the bad girl and the sweet knight in shining armor still loves her. "Dark poison of my heart" like c'mon.

Airazor and Tigatron are also pretty cute AND they have the honor of being the first canon gay couple in the tf franchise bc of the Japanese dub, which made Airazor a dude but left the romance unchanged (the Japanese dub was also just generally fuckin insane tho so it's not all that shocking).

Waspinator and Terrorsaur are boyfriends for real and for canon, John hasbro told me himself.

RiD 2001

I ship skybyte with that one girl that lives in a state of constant talking-car-based torment. Why? Because when I watched rid with my roommate we had a running joke that eventually they'd meet and have a whole robotfucker romcom arc and it kinda just stuck. This is my only rid ship and I will not be taking criticism on it.

Cyberverse

Bumblebee, Hot Rod and Cheetor are in a polycule together and nobody can tell me they aren't. Just how it's gotta be.

I want Perceptor and Dead End to kiss so badly. They're technically canon already given how hard the creators ship them. They hold hands your honor. "only a bolthead would go out there... UGH I'm such a BOLTHEAD" HES IN LOVE YOUR HONOR.

Hot Rod and Soundwave are great as enemies to lovers, they're so annoying 💖. I feel like they'd start playing gay chicken and be married with three kids wondering when the other guy is gonna back out.

SHOCKWAVE AND WHEELJACK OH MY GOD. fellas is it gay to program your drones which are just tiny versions of your own altmode to dance funny to Tetris music specifically because it makes your lame ass boyfriend laugh and then keep that function eons after you break up and still remember exactly what the command is? Fellas is it gay to get kidnapped by your ex and then get really excited about all the cool shit he's been making while you were separated? I wish they could've gotten a happy ending man, they could've been so cute together.

I don't ship it romantically but I believe in Grimlock & Arcee qpr. They love each other so so much they would've readily died for each other. I love their dynamic, they're insane 💖

Same goes for Shadowstriker and Soundwave tbh. Decepticon besties, and Shadowstriker being aro kinda just feels right. I like to think they cuddle and talk shit about Shockwave while Sounders blasts heavy metal. They play cod as the most insufferable duo.

Megop in cyberverse is so good because it really feels like they Had a relationship but it was unstable and moved too fast and they just assumed they were on the same page about things without communicating properly until suddenly they were in serious disagreement, and TRIED to work it out in a mature way but they were simply Doomed From the Start. And then it culminates in a whole fucking war but it rages so long, and they are so tired of fighting, and they realize they want to try again because nobody was really to blame for how things ended because they both handled it poorly. I wish they got that chance to try again properly. I wish when Optimus retired to just fuck around and vibe, he could've taken Megatron with him. I wish they could've fallen in love all over again.

Oh also Slipstream and Windblade being lesbian enemies to lovers bait was Fucking Phenomenal and I Love it So Much. They're smug and terrible and I want them to make out. They can make each other worse 💖

G1

I have not seen that much of g1 but I do know a few things are absolute truth.

Soundwave is gay for Megatron. This is arguably reciprocated.

Shockwave is gay for Megatron. This is not reciprocated but it is taken advantage of.

Starscream vacillates between gay for Megatron and trying to kill him. Megatron seems to reciprocate but only a little bit. Enough to keep him alive because he's cute. But megs also gets a lot of cuteness aggression so he feels the need to chuck starscream against the wall every now and then.

Powerglide and Astoria are tied for the pinnacle of robot on human romance in the entire tf franchise with Tracks and Raul, and if none of them come back in ANY tf media, I will riot.

Cliffjumper and Mirage have fucked at least once.

Wheeljack and Ratchet are gay married.

Optimus is bisexual and he loves elita-1 but there is something distinctly homoerotic going on with Megatron.

Conclusion

I like when the robots kiss <3

[haveihitanerve]

Okay so theres quite a bit of Batcest hate out in the world- and I do have to admit, I view the Bats as family too, which is why I can understand, but there are certain ships that i understand, after all most of them are not related biologically at all, and are under no obligation to each other to be so, bruce literally says in one comic "Whether or not they're brothers is no matter, they're both my sons" or smth along those lines, pretty much his children may all be his children but that in no way has to make them siblings anyway im getting away from myself here, a list of batcest shippings i understand and my reasoning for why people might ship them together, if you don't wanna, don't read any further🙃

Bruce/Dick: Brudick is an old ship, actually, originally they were created as a gay couple, not openly, but heavily implied, and a way for people back in the day to "legally get married" was through adoption... Anyway I like BruDick when I see it because it just works Dick understands Bruce in a way no one else ever will, he was the first one, the original, his grief and experience mirrors Bruce's in a way that makes them so similar and yet so different, he is the light at the end of Bruce's tunnel, and theres just so much that can be written about them, angsty or fluffy, whether romantic or platonic

Jason/Tim: this one I also understand, to an extent, Tim needs someone who cares for him, Jason needs someone who understands him, Tim looked up to Jason, not as much as Dick but enough, he wants Jason to come back into the family, wants Jason and Bruce to forgive each other, he sees the good in Jason when no one else does, hes stubborn in his desire to mend their relationship- Jason on the other hand once he stops trying to kill Tim actually genuinely cares for him in a way he doesn't for anyone else in the Batfam, appreciates Tim's knowledge and perspective and I do believe, I honestly am not too sure on this, but he works with Tim first before anyone else??? i'm probs wrong on that one but I think... anyway I do like their pairing- it gives a nice contrast and they usually tend to love each other wholeheartedly, almost obsessively in the fics i read, which they kinda deserve, someone who loves them so much

Bruce/Jason: this one I get, but only after the pit. They're two sides of the same coin, Jason is only more willing to go for the final step and Bruce isn't, theres just so much of their morals that collide and snap, this honestly could just be a fic/pairing i like because of the angry smut and all, but yeah i like them, I feel like romance between them would make it easier for Bruce to get his point across about why he can't murder and why its wrong, and also vice versa

Dick/Jason: the two oldest, the ones who dealt with Bruce's shit the longest. Idk but something about them, they had almost personality flips, Jason was the happy go lucky one, then he went pit mad and now hes angry and snaps and Dick was the angry one hell bent on vengeance and now he's smiling and happy and trying to keep the fam together and all that, idk jason would let dick be angry again if they're a couple and let him release all the pent up anger/repressed inside and Dick would cool Jason's anger, bring back the joy in him, etc etc

Bruce/Tim: this one I'm still a lil on the fence about, I like it because it offers another side of Bruce and Tim's relationship, and it adds another way for Bruce to show he does actually care and appreciate and love tim and wants him in his life, and its another way for tim to soothe Bruce and bring him back from the edge and etc etc... don't have too much to add bc again im on the fence but yeah

so those are all that i got for now, yeah hope that maybe explained things better, probably just made things more confusing but i just had to get it out at one point :p overall i steer away from batcest in my fics and dont like to use it like that, theyre family, brothers sisters, parents in my heart, but sometimes theres just scenarios where they fit better as romantic partners... anyway thats all

[tricksterringmaster]

another long very chaotic personal rant, getting it out there (again, i know, i absolutely hate myself too for it, no one really needs to read it, but i just feel better having it posted)

i hate so much when there is THE ARTIST in fandom. a big figure whose art become the face of characters, the face of the ship and everything.

there are ofc always big and small artists, but it's just so fucking overwhelming to see these particular people. especially when they grow out of nowhere in several months, achieving results you can only dream of and for which you will probably never have enough time, talent and what not.

i tried so hard and got so far but in the end it doesn't even matter or whatever linking park said.

sometimes i just want to get a little lucky at least fucking once instead of contantly grinding, living on 4 hours of sleep and moving like a fucking turtle in everything, no matter how much time i spend and how hard i try.

i want to be praised on these fucking discord servers without dragging my art all over the place like a seller person on the market. i want someone to use my art in their stupid slideshow on tiktok. i want them to get it and post it as illustration for some quote they liked on twitter. hell, i don't care, steal it, sell it, say it yours. for me it just means you love it so much, with my paranoia i won't be able to make money from my art anyway in this fucking country.

i want to feel like what i do makes sense and worth it in the end.

would be nice to feel like that about things irl too, but it seems even more impossible, because i'm absolute failure of a person.

i know i need to be happy and grateful about what i have, i need to compare myself to my past self, but it's just not what i feel at all. my past self had quite some moments of being better than me now, even if this self wasn't aware of it in these particular moments.

life feels so fucking unfair, and i feel jealous, angry, petty, overwhelemed, miserable and "i should stop sleeping at all, take 100 courses to get better, do 1000 tutorials, do more sport, eat even less, do better, better, better NOW" about it. and stop fucking crying, because it's petty and no one needs it.

i also feel so fucking guilty about being happy about occasional nice comments and words only for a moment, instead of focusing on them for longer times, i can't fight these dread and anxiety of feeling insignificant forever. these days it's worthy throwing a party if someone decided to say something nice, but i feel happy for a day and then get back to feeling like shit.

i also feel guilty for wanting these things when i know people who have it even worse. but just knowing that someone had it worse is perspective, not particularly a better feeling. i feel bad we all have it so bad. i'd prefer us all to succeed and achieve what we want. find communities, find love, find appreciation. and be fucking happy, be content, not on the constant "happy for a moment and then dread-dread-dread" rollecoaster that never fucking stops.

all i see is not the light at the end of the tonnel, but the tonnel at the end of the light and it gets closer and closer, darker and darker every other week.

i know that i'm annoying and talk about feeling bad often these days, but it just how it is. sometimes you are a mess and you have to live through it, hoping it all will end one way or another.

i'll talk with my therapist about it, but my next session is only on friday, so here is some extremely chaotic self-reflection. i need to survive this thursday and part of friday to get there and somehow work in process. there is a prospect of losing a job now, but no one knows anything, haha. sometimes it feels that good news are out of stock at all.

[flightfoot]

Ur a pretty fair voice in my opinion when it comes to the whole mess in miraculous. Would you mind telling me what your favorite things are about Marinettes appreciation of Chat Noir in Canon? Not fanon, CANON.

I'm still grieving LadyNoir and recently I'm feelin very down in life in general and now I don't have my comfort show and ship anymore the way I used to love them for.

The way Marinette treats Chat Noir in and outta her transformation never stops hurting my poor broken LadyNoir heart n as much as I wished I could love the potential of her love for him as I once did, it just feels so paper thin and shallow to me now after everythin this show did.

The show is clearly trying to have her feelings for him be smth now, but for me it never seems to go beyond her infamous vague heart eyes the show likes to hav her throw around for damage control & surface level appreciation of his presence when she has to. But if you'd tell me that she still has no real feelings for him, I would believe u, cause he as a person doesn't truly matter at any given moment her words have to MEAN something more than a vague "<3" she's never asked to back up with anything worthwhile (srry, I know you've heard that complaint a million times before. It's at least comforting to know that others feel the same)

Wasn even her taking any interest in Chat for his person in the first quarter of season 5 only caused by Marinette wantin to proof Alya wrong and that her love for him instead of Adrien is real and valid? That's so disheartening...

Going through the tags isnt helping either, cuz most i find it is either much more fanon than Canon, or it's in line with Chat prrty much being her servant now instead of her finally giving care back

Idk, I hope I'm not bein too much of a downer. So imma get back to my question now. Maybe u can help me see Canon in better light again.

Could you tell me what you like most bout Marinettes and Ladybug's connection with Chat Noir? Things she does for him, what she values in him and so on and so forth?

I like the times we see her getting upset when Chat's hurt, or when she comforts him when he's clearly not feeling good. I adored how angry and upset she got in Timebreaker when Chat was "killed" in front of her for the first time, how she suddenly became more vicious. She doesn't want to lose him.

Or like, for times when she's comforted Chat, I adore how calmly and patiently she spoke to Chat in Reverser, after his courage was taken away, how she gently coaxed him where he needed to go. I took great solace in that, the first time I rewatched that episode, since I'd been exposed to a lot of Saltinette at the time, and I needed the reminder that Marinette does, in fact, care about people, even when it's inconvenient.

While I wish that Marinette had really thought through Chat's potential reaction to someone new showing up with her Miraculous without warning, I DID love that Marinette had this long list of protips. I especially liked this one:

Marinette: (v.o) Protip 33: When Cat Noir tells a joke, try to laugh at it even if it isn't funny. It makes him happy.

Even in episodes where I have a problem with the way Marinette conceives of Chat Noir, I generally still like elements of it. Like even in Ephemeral, while I think it was very, very wrong for her to try to trick Chat the way she did, she WAS doing it because she didn't want to risk Su-Han taking Chat's Miraculous from him. Or in Kuro Neko, when she didn't want to give the miraculous back to Plagg to give to Chat Noir, because she was afraid they'd end up back in this same situation, and she didn't want to keep hurting him.

At her core, Marinette cares about Chat's feelings and wants him to feel good, to be happy. The issue comes from her not seeing things from his perspective, from being terrible at reading him. Marinette has a lot of compassion towards Chat Noir, she just doesn't understand him.

[acourtofthought]

Hi!

I just wanted to say that, I have been an elriel shipper for a very long time. For the longest time I figured they'd be endgame, I've seen enough flirting between them to surmise that Sarah really wanted them to be together and was getting us ready for it.

However, Az's bonus chapter, really shook my belief in what I thought would clearly be endgame. I'm usually a lurker on Tumblr but pretty adamant in Reddit and thought maybe I can ask others what they thought?

I'll be completely honest with you. I challenge my beliefs all the time, I want to find answers to questions I have which will help reaffirm my thoughts. Not a single elriel could come up with any good reasons why elriel should still be endgame. The reasons I've seen

*Azriel called her a seer

*The pent up sexual tension and how Elain wanted it too

*Azriel gave her a rose necklace.

*The fake mates theory, and how Azriel shows true mate behavior.

none of these held up to me. I've been stalking your elucien blog along with others who have time and time again debunked these theories and proven with cannon text why elucien is truly endgame. When I go back to the books and read these I realize, yeah, you guys make very accurate points. Since then I've come to realize, elriel isn't happening and I'm not going to lie, I'm kind of falling in love with gwynriel and elucien.

I also didn't know there were actual messages from sarah herself that Lucien and Elain had more story to tell. I cannot see how she'd intentionally ruin one of her favorite characters. She also loves Azriel, and it feels like she's setting him up with a woman whose actually healthy for him.

Suffice all of this is to say, thank you for your insightful blogs. I think more elriels who are like me on the fence, really should challenge our thoughts critically and see maybe what we thought we were reading into, wasn't what the author intended.

Keep up the great work!

Hi there and I appreciate your message. It's nice to hear from someone who can acknowledge that both sides of the ship wars are valid, at least in some ways. I think when someone dislike a character as some do Elain, they put on blinders, refusing to acknowledge that there definitely were E/riel moments that made you stop and think, "hmmmm". I think the more familiar you become with SJMs writing you realize that the first glance is not always telling you what you need to know but of course there are noticeable E/riel hints. I just think those hints don't hold up under scrutiny, they don't support endgame potential for the pairing. The flip of that is those who dislike Gwyn or don't like her for Az and refuse to acknowledge that there were definitely some Gwynriel moments in SF too, things that hint at her becoming a future LI for him. But when you are someone who can see both sides, I think you're coming into the debates with less bias and I appreciate that. It helps you weed out the ridiculous from valid arguments. At least with your perspective you'll hopefully end up happy with whatever outcome but I do really appreciate you coming to tell me that my blog has given you pause and helped you see that Elucien could be a beautiful story too! ❤️❤️❤️

[brekker-by-brekkerr]

I was reading Emily Henry's latest grocery list and I remembered I never told you about Funny Story!! I'm so annoyed I let this much time pass because now I can't remember all the little details that I kept waiting to tell you about while I was reading it, but anyways. I loved it SO much.

One of the things I love most about Emily Henry's books are her characters. She literally thinks of every little detail and creates completely new and unique characters with backstories and different personalities. And even though every main character is different, I still relate to certain parts of all of them. The main characters (and some of the side characters too) always have something they have to work though to grow as individuals and everytime it's so interesting and satisfying and somehow relatable?? Especially in this book I think.

Daphne has one of my favourite storylines out of all of the Emily Henry books, and I love how she slowly makes new friends and reconstructs her whole life in Waning Bay. Speaking of Waning Bay, it's such a lovely setting. Emily Henry always makes you feel like you're wherever her characters are, either on the asparagus farm or drinking a chocolate milkshake.

I also loved Daphne and Ashley's friendship. Even though it happened kind of out of necessity they still ended up really close and I loved seeing that.

And obviously her and Miles' relationship was one of the best parts of the book. I think it's my favourite Emily Henry ship. They were so good as friends, and I feel like they confided a lot on each other from the beginning. He was so supportive all throughout the book, especially with everything that happened with Daphne's dad (when I found out he went after him to tell him what a terrible father he is I couldn't belive it). He was just a great character, and as you get to know him you get to see the contrast between him and Peter (who after only two scenes managed to become one of my least favourite characters of all time).

I think I rambled on a bit too much, but I'd love to hear what you thought about this book!!

Btw, I can't wait for the PWMOV adaptation to come out, hopefully I'll reread the book before then!!

I am so so happy you loved it!!! I saw a lot of mixed reviews online so I wasn't sure how you would end up feeling but I'm so glad you enjoyed it too!!

You are SO SO right about her characters. The parts of them I don't relate to I can still feel connected to and feel for, and then there's so much I relate to and feel seen by and she puts words to feelings I never knew how to articulate (ESPECIALLY with Daphne in this one I was like wow this hits). And they're all such different main characters but they're also the most relatable characters I've ever read and it's such a special reading experience.

Love the way you described the storyline of this one, and I wholly agree. If I could live in an Emily Henry, I would live in this one. The whole time I was reading it, I felt like I was falling in love with the life Daphne was living, and left the book wishing so badly that I could live in it. Like, if I could wake up tomorrow in Waning Bay and be roommates with Miles and a children's librarian grabbing a chai latte on the way to work and going on adventures around the town with Miles afterwards I would not complain AT ALL that sounds so perfect.

Also, I always love the way Emily Henry depicts being a reader in her books. Since authors tend to be readers, they usually Get It and know how to depict loving books in a way that connects to readers, but there's something about the way Emily Henry does this in each book that just hits so much harder, and it's always a fresh perspective too (like Beach Read specifically tackles romance books, while Book Lovers is more about books in general). In this one, as someone who grew up practically in the library, it was so special seeing a love for the library in particular shown, not just love for reading.

And yes! I really appreciated Ashley and Daphne's friendship and the depiction of how hard and weird it is to make friends as an adult, especially if you've always struggled with finding belonging. And also the other friendships she formed with the townspeople and Miles' sister, it was like a little found family but with people of all ages, which we don't see as much and it felt more realistic and I loved that.

AND DAPHNE AND MILES. OH. MY. STARS. I could gush forever. I'm so down bad for Miles, I think if we're talking realistically, he's the book man I would marry if I could choose just one to bring to life. This book was also maybe the most natural depiction of love I've ever seen? Like the pipeline of acquaintances bonded by their situation to friends to best friends slowly becoming lovers felt so real, it was like I was experiencing falling in love along alongside Daphne. It really reminded me of the way listening to You Are In Love feels but in book form. They really were so supportive of each other, and I loved just spending everyday life with them exploring the town and watching movies together. (Also so agree about Peter.)

You definitely did not ramble too much!! (If anything I probably did lol) I loved hearing all of your thoughts!!

SAME about PWMOV I'm excited but also scared. I reread all the EmHen books this summer (except for Funny Story) and ended up re-reading PWMOV twice and it really stuck out as my for sure favorite this time, so I'm like I need it to be done justice.

And I think Funny Story is maybe right up there with PWMOV, or third favorite (behind Beach Read), I would just need to reread to know for sure. I've been thinking about it and wanting to reread it constantly since I finished it.

[ironwitchpainter]

Star Trek: Planetary Perception and Pursuit, Episode 6: The Imperial Falcon

The next few days on the Enterprise are a whirlwind of activity. Kirk notices the change in his two best friends, the way they look at each other, the gentle touches, the lingering conversations. He feels a pang of happiness for them, but also a twinge of sadness for the potential loss of the trio's dynamic. Yet, he knows that love and friendship are not static things, they evolve, they grow. And as he watches Spock and McCoy navigate their newfound feelings, he can't help but feel proud of the man he's become, the captain who's learned to embrace the illogical, the human, the love.

"Spock, McCoy," Kirk calls out, his voice cutting through the bustle of the ship's corridor. "A moment of your time, if you please." The two men turn, their eyes meeting briefly before they walk over to him. "I just wanted to say," Kirk clears his throat, trying to find the right words, "that I'm here for you both. No matter what happens, you know that."

"Of course, Captain," Spock replies, his voice measured and calm, yet laced with a hint of vulnerability that Kirk has rarely heard. "Your support is appreciated and valued." He looks at McCoy, the softness in his gaze speaking volumes about the depth of his feelings for the doctor.

"What's this about, Jim?" McCoy asks, his eyes searching Kirk's. His voice holds a note of concern, as he's aware that Kirk isn't one for overt emotional declarations. He wonders if his captain has some bad news to impart.

"It's nothing like that," Kirk assures them with a gentle smile, placing a hand on each of their shoulders. "I just wanted to remind you both that no matter what happens in the future, I'll support you. You're my friends, my brothers, and I'll always be here for you." His gaze flickers between them, acknowledging the unspoken change in their relationship without delving into specifics.

"Jim," McCoy says, his Southern drawl thick with a blend of curiosity and concern, "you got me worried now. What's going on? You think we're gonna get fired or something? Because if it's about me and Spock..." His voice trails off as he looks from Kirk to Spock, then back again, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"No, Bones," Kirk laughs, gripping their shoulders more firmly. "It's nothing like that. I just had a... a feeling, you know? Like something big is happening, and I want you to know that I'm here for you." He releases them and steps back, his expression earnest. "We've faced so much together, and I don't expect that to change. But if you ever need advice, or just someone to talk to, I'm your man."

Spock looks at Kirk with a newfound respect, understanding the depth of their friendship in a way he never had before. The captain's unwavering support, even in the face of the unknown, is a testament to their shared experiences and the bonds they've forged in the crucible of space.

"Thank you, Jim," McCoy says, his voice gruff but sincere. "I reckon we've all got some figuring out to do. But knowing you're here makes it a little easier." He glances at Spock, who nods in agreement.

"Jim," McCoy says, his voice dropping to a low murmur that only Kirk can hear, "I don't know if you've noticed, but things have... changed between Spock and me." He rubs the back of his neck, looking uncharacteristically nervous. "Could we maybe... have a chat in private? I'd appreciate your perspective on all this, if you've got the time." His eyes dart to Spock, who nods solemnly, indicating his consent for the conversation.

"Of course, Bones," Kirk replies, clapping McCoy on the shoulder. "Spock, you're with me." He leads the way to his quarters, a sense of gravity weighing down the steps of the three men as they navigate the corridors of the Enterprise.

The captain's quarters are a sanctuary of sorts, the walls lined with the physical books Kirk cherishes. They sit down, the tension palpable in the air. Kirk pours three glasses of Saurian brandy, handing one to each of them. He takes a sip, his eyes never leaving his friends. "Alright, spill it. What's going on?"

McCoy starts, his voice low and deliberate. "Spock and I... we've realized we have feelings for each other that go beyond friendship." He takes a deep breath, looking into his drink. "It's complicated, and we're not sure how to navigate it. But we wanted you to know."

Kirk's eyebrows shoot up, but his expression quickly morphs into one of understanding. He nods slowly. "I see," he says, setting his glass down. "Well, I can't say I'm surprised. You two have had a connection that's always been... special. But I want you to know that nothing changes here."

Spock speaks up, his voice a soothing bass. "Our relationship will indeed require careful consideration and adjustment. However, our primary concern is the welfare of the crew and the success of our missions."

Kirk nods, leaning back in his chair. "And that's what I expect from both of you. But as your captain and as your friend, I want to make sure you're okay. Love isn't something you can just set aside for duty. It's a part of you, a part of who you are."

McCoy takes a deep breath, his eyes glistening. "Jim, I've never felt this way before. It's scary and exciting all at once." He looks at Spock, who meets his gaze with a soft nod of understanding. "But I know I can't ignore it."

Kirk reaches out and squeezes McCoy's hand. "And you shouldn't have to. We're not just colleagues, we're a family. We're here to support each other, through the missions and the... personal stuff." He gives them both a firm nod. "Now, I'm not going to say I'm an expert on love, but I do know a thing or two about navigating the stars. And if you two can handle that, you can handle anything."

McCoy chuckles, his Southern drawl thick with emotion. "You're right, Jim. We're not navigators in the traditional sense, but we've charted some pretty wild courses together." He looks at Spock, who nods in agreement. "We'll figure it out, just like we always do."

Spock's eyes shine with something unmistakably human. "Thank you, Captain," he says, his voice tinged with sincerity. "Your understanding and support are most appreciated."

Kirk smiles warmly, his eyes holding a hint of the mischief that so often gets him into trouble. "Well, as long as you two don't start fighting over who gets the last slice of pizza in the mess hall, we'll be just fine." He stands up, his glass of brandy still in hand. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a ship to run. And I suspect you two have some... private matters to discuss."

McCoy laughs, the sound a little shaky. "We'll try not to let it affect our work, I promise." He takes a sip of his brandy, the warmth of the alcohol spreading through his chest.

Spock rises to his feet, his movements deliberate. "Thank you for your understanding, Captain." He nods once, a silent acknowledgment of the gravity of the situation.

Kirk claps them both on the shoulder. "Remember, my door's always open," he says, his voice serious. "Now go on, get out of here. I've got reports to sign off on, and I'm sure you two have... more interesting things to do." He winks, the moment of seriousness passing.

McCoy and Spock exchange a look, a silent conversation passing between them. They finish their drinks and stand, Spock's hand reaching out to take McCoy's. It's a simple gesture, but one filled with new meaning. They exit Kirk's quarters, leaving the captain to his paperwork.

In the quiet of the corridor, McCoy looks up at Spock. "Where to?" he asks, his voice a little unsteady.

Spock considers for a moment before leading them to the nearest turbolift. "To the observation deck," he decides. "It is a logical place to discuss illogical emotions."

The turbolift doors close, and the soft hum of the engines seems to echo the tumult of their hearts. McCoy's hand is still in Spock's, warm and alive, a reassurance that this isn't just a fleeting moment.

As the lift ascends, McCoy squeezes Spock's hand gently. "You know, Spock, I never thought I'd say this, but I'm actually looking forward to the challenge of figuring this out with you." His voice is a mix of excitement and nerves.

Spock looks down at their joined hands, his expression unreadable. "Nor did I, Doctor," he admits. "However, the potential for growth and understanding that lies within this... relationship... is intriguing."

The turbolift arrives with a soft ding, and the doors open to reveal the vast expanse of stars outside the observation deck windows. They walk out, the quiet hum of the ship's systems a gentle backdrop to their conversation.

McCoy releases Spock's hand and walks over to the windows, looking out at the stars. "You know, I've seen a lot of galaxies, a lot of planets, but nothing quite like this," he says, his voice filled with wonder.

Spock joins him, his gaze following McCoy's to the stars. "It is a humbling reminder of the vastness of the universe and the multitude of life forms that exist within it," he agrees. "And yet, amidst all this complexity, we find ourselves drawn to each other."

They draw closer together, looking into each other's eyes. The warmth of McCoy's gaze is met with the soft glow of Spock's, a silent acknowledgment of the profound connection that has grown between them. Their hearts beat in sync with the rhythm of the ship's engines, a testament to the unity they share amidst the cosmic dance of stars.

McCoy takes a deep breath, his hand finding its way back to Spock's. "I know this is all new for you, Spock, but I want you to know that I'm here for you. No matter what happens, I'll stand by your side."

Spock's grip tightens around McCoy's hand, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he processes the human's words. "And I, you, Doctor," he says, his voice a whisper in the vastness of the room. "Our bond has always been strong, and I believe it will only grow stronger as we navigate these new waters."

They stand in silence for a few moments, the stars their silent witnesses. Then, with a gentle tug, Spock leads McCoy closer, until their bodies are almost touching. "Tell me," he says, his voice low and earnest, "what is it like to love someone, not as a friend, but as... more?"

McCoy turns to face Spock fully, his eyes searching the Vulcan's. "It's like... it's like when you find that one piece of the puzzle that you didn't even know was missing. Suddenly, everything makes more sense, feels more complete. It's a mix of excitement and fear, knowing that you've found something rare and precious, and not wanting to lose it."

Spock nods slowly, processing the human metaphor. "And the fear," he says, his voice barely above a whisper, "does it ever subside?"

McCoy smiles softly, his thumb brushing the back of Spock's hand. "Sometimes it does, but mostly, it just becomes a part of the love. It's like the shadow that follows the sun. You can't have one without the other."

"I wish to attempt to alleviate your fear, doctor," Spock says, his voice steady and reassuring. "Emotions, even those of a romantic nature, can be understood and managed through logic and experience. We have faced many challenges together, and I am certain that we can navigate this new aspect of our relationship with the same precision and care."

"I believe you, Spock," McCoy says, his eyes never leaving Spock's. "But, I also know that this isn't something we can solve with a Vulcan nerve pinch or a medical tricorder reading." He chuckles, trying to lighten the mood. "It's going to be a journey, and I'm ready to take it with you."

"Leonard," Spock says, his voice low and earnest, "I wish to express my commitment to you in the most human way I know how." He takes a deep breath, the words feeling foreign yet oddly natural on his lips. "You will not lose me. I will never cease to love and support you, regardless of the uncertainties or complexities that may arise."

McCoy's eyes widen slightly, his heart racing. He feels the warmth of Spock's words resonate through his entire being. "And I you, Spock," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion.

"Does this assurance, this logical commitment to our bond, serve to mitigate the fear you spoke of earlier?" Spock asks, his gaze unwavering. "The concept of losing something precious is inherently illogical, as what we share is not merely a possession, but an ever-evolving connection."

"It does, Spock," McCoy admits, his thumb still stroking the back of Spock's hand. "But, like I said, fear's a part of it. It's what makes love so... human." He smiles, a gentle curve of his lips that reaches his eyes.

"Doctor," Spock says, his voice a mix of affection and amusement, "if you continue to maintain that gentle pressure and rhythmic motion against my hand, I will be compelled to reciprocate in kind." He takes a moment to compose himself, the warmth from McCoy's touch seeping through his skin.

McCoy laughs, a sound that fills the observation deck with warmth. "Alright, point taken," he says, releasing the pressure slightly. "But, I've got to say, the human part of me is enjoying this." He looks into Spock's eyes, searching for any signs of discomfort or uncertainty.

"In truth, Dr. McCoy," Spock says, his voice even softer, "I wish to reciprocate. May I kiss you?" The question hangs in the air, charged with vulnerability and anticipation. His gaze never wavers, and his eyebrows tilt up slightly, a subtle expression of hope.

McCoy's smile widens, his eyes shining with affection. "Yes, Spock," he whispers, leaning in slightly. "You may."

Spock leans down, his movements precise yet tender. Their lips meet in a gentle kiss, the first of its kind between them. It's a moment that seems to stop time, their hearts beating in a harmony that resonates throughout the observation deck. The stars beyond the windows seem to shine brighter, a silent applause to their newfound love.

As they pull back, McCoy's hand comes up to cup Spock's cheek, his thumb tracing the outline of the pointed ear. "I can't believe we're doing this," he murmurs, his voice filled with wonder and a touch of awe.

"Dr. McCoy, your enthusiasm is quite endearing, but I must remind you of the necessity to maintain composure." Spock's eyes twinkle with amusement. "You did say you wished to take it slow. Or has that changed?" His voice is a gentle reminder, a blend of affection and logic.

McCoy laughs, the sound echoing in the quiet of the observation deck. "I did, didn't I?" He takes a step back, though his hand lingers on Spock's face for a moment longer. "But, sometimes, the heart just can't be tamed."

Spock nods, his features relaxing into a rare smile. "Understood, doctor. However, we are not animals driven solely by instinct. We are capable of rational thought and self-control." He steps closer again, his hand moving to cover McCoy's.

"I suppose that's what you're doing, then, Spock?" McCoy asks, his voice teasing yet earnest. "Applying that legendary Vulcan logic to the chaos of love?"

"Indeed, Dr. McCoy. It is essential to approach this new aspect of our relationship with a clear mind and a commitment to understanding each other's needs and limitations. Our bond has always been strong, and I intend to honor it with patience and consideration."

"Doctor, I find myself curious about your knowledge of Vulcan physiology, particularly concerning the sensitivity of our hands. In our culture, the physical touch between bonded individuals can hold significant meaning and be quite intense." Spock's gaze is focused and inquisitive, his hand still covering McCoy's. "As we continue to explore this connection, I wish to ensure that any physical intimacy is as emotionally resonant for you as it is for me."

McCoy's thumb stops its movement on Spock's hand, the question hanging in the air like a delicate thread of spider silk. He considers Spock's words, his own curiosity piqued. "I've read about it, of course, but I'd love to learn more from you, Spock. Maybe it's time for a personal anatomy lesson?"

Spock's expression softens, and he leans in, closing the space between them. His lips press against McCoy's in a kiss that's not just gentle, but deep and searching. The warmth of McCoy's hand seems to pulse through Spock's body, setting off a cascade of sensations that he's never quite felt before. His own hand moves to the back of McCoy's neck, his long fingers tangling in the soft hair, as he deepens the kiss. It's a moment that feels like it could last an eternity, a fusion of logic and passion that defies the very fabric of their star-studded backdrop.

McCoy, the sensation of your hand on mine is akin to the harmonious intertwining of Vulcan and human neurotransmitters, a symphony of sensation that resonates throughout my being. It is a profound reminder of our connection, a bond that transcends the boundaries of friendship and species. Each stroke of your thumb, each pulse of your heartbeat through your fingertips, is a declaration of affection that resonates with the very core of my existence. This is what your caress feels like to me.

Spock, that kiss... it's like... it's like the first time I saw Earth from orbit. Awe-inspiring, overwhelming, and utterly life-changing. The way your hand feels in mine, the way your lips touch mine, it's all so new, so alien, and yet, so fundamentally right. It's as if all the stars aligned just to show us this moment of connection.

Precisely, Dr. McCoy. That is what your touch on my hands feels like to me. A confluence of sensations that is both uncharted and profoundly familiar, as if our very atoms are reaching out to each other in silent communication. It is an intimacy that speaks to the essence of our bond, a bond that has grown stronger through the trials we have faced together. I am eager to explore the depths of this connection, to learn the intricacies of your human physiology, and to understand how it intertwines with my own.

Spock, I've seen a lot of strange things in my life, but I never thought I'd be here, holding your hand and feeling like this." McCoy's voice is a mix of wonder and affection. "But here we are, in the heart of the cosmos, finding something beautiful amidst the chaos. I'm ready to learn, to understand, and to grow with you. This is going to be one hell of an adventure, my friend.

McCoy's eyes searched Spock's, a question lingering unspoken between them. Does the human doctor crave another kiss like the one they've just shared? Does he wish to dive deeper into this newfound intimacy, to explore the vastness of their bond through the tender exchange of breath and touch? The way his gaze lingers on Spock's lips suggests a silent plea, an unspoken invitation for more. His pulse quickens, the warmth of their embrace a stark contrast to the cold metal of the observation deck beneath their feet.

Spock, ever attentive to McCoy's unspoken cues, leans in again, his hand still cradling the doctor's. Their kiss deepens, a silent conversation of love and curiosity. The warmth of McCoy's touch is mirrored in Spock's, his Vulcan mind open to the sensations, the uncharted territory of human passion. Their bodies seem to meld together, the vastness of the universe outside their window forgotten as they focus on the intimate space they now share.

They break apart, breathless. McCoy's hand moves to rest on Spock's side, feeling the steady beat of his heart, a rhythm that matches his own. "I think we're going to need a lot of these moments, Spock," he murmurs, his voice a whisper of hope and desire. "To remind us of what we have, amidst the chaos of the stars."

Spock nods, his gaze never leaving McCoy's. "Agreed, doctor. In the face of the infinite, it is the finite moments of connection that provide us with meaning and purpose." His hand slides down to McCoy's waist, pulling him closer, the fabric of their uniforms the only barrier between them.

McCoy's smile is soft, his eyes shining with a newfound light. "I've got a feeling we're going to be rewriting the Starfleet Medical Manual together," he says, a hint of mischief in his voice.

Spock's eyebrow arches slightly, a Vulcan smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "I suspect that would be... illuminating," he says, his thumb tracing gentle circles on McCoy's wrist.

They stand in silence for a while longer, the quiet hum of the ship's engines a soothing backdrop to their shared revelations. McCoy's hand rests comfortably on Spock's hip, their bodies a warm presence in the cool observation deck.

The moment is broken by the chirp of a communicator. Kirk's voice, strong and steady, filters through the device. "Spock, Bones, we've got a situation on the bridge. A Romulan ship just entered our sector."

Spock's gaze snaps to the communicator on the console, the warmth of their embrace dissipating in an instant as the cold reality of their duty crashes back in. "Understood, Captain," he says, his voice a model of Vulcan composure despite the racing of his heart.

McCoy sighs, his grip on Spock's waist tightening briefly before he steps back, resuming his professional stance. "Looks like our little love nest's about to get interrupted," he murmurs, a touch of humor in his voice despite the gravity of the situation.

Spock nods, his hand sliding from McCoy's waist to briefly squeeze his shoulder. "We will continue this discussion later," he promises, the warmth in his eyes a silent reassurance that their newfound connection is not forgotten amidst the stars.

McCoy nods, reluctance in his eyes but understanding in his gaze. "Let's get to work, Spock." He releases Spock's hand and heads for the turbolift, the weight of their conversation a palpable presence in the room.

The turbolift whisks them away, and moments later, they arrive on the bustling bridge of the Enterprise. The tension is palpable as the crew springs into action, the usual banter replaced with focused determination. Kirk's eyes flicker briefly to the newfound closeness between his two closest friends, but he says nothing, focusing instead on the viewscreen.

The viewscreen flickers to life, revealing the cold, stoic visage of a Romulan commander. "This is the Romulan Warbird IRW Valdore," the disembodied voice declares, the words echoing through the bridge like a warning shot. "We are here to establish a peace treaty with the United Federation of Planets. You are to stand down and prepare for negotiations."

Kirk's jaw tightens, but his voice remains calm. "Acknowledged, Valdore. We're on our way to rendezvous with the Romulan delegation. Let's keep the channels open." He turns to Spock, his gaze flickering over the Vulcan's composed features. "How do you read this, Spock?"

"Their intentions are unclear, Captain," Spock replies, his voice measured. "However, the presence of a Romulan ship in Federation space is not a typical sign of peaceful overtures." His hand lingers on the controls, the echo of McCoy's touch still resonating within him.

"Understood, Spock." Kirk's gaze shifts to McCoy, noticing the lingering warmth in his eyes. "Bones, I need you to be ready for anything. This could be a medical emergency waiting to happen."

"Always am, Captain," McCoy says, his tone a blend of professionalism and a hint of amusement. He gives Kirk a knowing look before turning to his medical station, checking the readouts with a practiced ease.

The medical station on the bridge is a state-of-the-art piece of equipment, designed to monitor the vital signs of the crew in real-time. Its sleek, ergonomic design is a testament to Starfleet's commitment to the health and well-being of its officers. The biometric panels glow softly, displaying the life signs of everyone on the bridge. As McCoy approaches, the console flickers to life, displaying his own readings. His pulse, steadied from their intimate moment, begins to quicken as the weight of their newfound love mixes with the adrenaline of the incoming mission. He quickly checks Spock's readings as well, noticing the subtle changes in his friend's physiology that mirror his own emotional state. The medical station's array of sensors and monitors keep a constant vigil, ready to alert them to any sudden shifts in health or injury that could occur during their encounter with the Romulans.

The medical station is also linked directly to sickbay, acting as an extension of McCoy's medical domain. It allows him to monitor the condition of patients in sickbay from the bridge, displaying detailed readings from each biobed and listing any new patients that may arrive. This interconnectedness serves as an unspoken reminder of their shared responsibilities and the lives they are sworn to protect.

The Romulan Commander's message concludes with a specific instruction: "Prepare to transport to the designated moon asteroid for face-to-face negotiations. We await your arrival." The asteroid is a desolate, airless rock, pockmarked with ancient craters and scarred by the ravages of time and space. It's a neutral ground, chosen for its lack of strategic value, and yet, the very act of meeting there feels fraught with tension. Kirk nods to McCoy and Spock, a silent understanding passing between them. They are about to embark on a mission that could reshape the galaxy's balance of power, all while navigating the delicate dance of their own newfound love.

Kirk, Spock and McCoy make their way to the transporter room, their steps measured and purposeful. The room is filled with the low murmur of technicians preparing for the away mission. The air is thick with anticipation, the tension palpable as they suit up in their environmental suits. The suits are tailored to each man, form-fitting yet allowing for ease of movement. The material is a blend of metallic fibers and insulating polymers, designed to protect them from the vacuum of space and the extreme temperatures of the asteroid's surface. The suits are equipped with life support systems, communication devices, and a variety of medical and scientific instruments, reflecting the versatility required of Starfleet officers.

The space suits are a deep shade of blue, a color that not only identifies them as part of the Federation but also offers a stark contrast to the cold, lifeless asteroid. The functional elements of the suits are sleekly integrated, with the bulky life support systems and propulsion packs seamlessly melded into the ergonomic design. The helmets are rounded, with a clear visor that allows for unobstructed vision. The helmets' shape is reminiscent of an ancient knight's visor, a subtle nod to the medieval theme of the Grand Tournament they'd just left behind. The suits' aesthetic is a blend of utility and elegance, a testament to human innovation and the Starfleet ethos of exploration and diplomacy.

As they step onto the transporter pad, the technician who will be joining them, Lieutenant Castillo, checks the transporter coordinates one final time. Castillo is a young, sharp-eyed communications specialist, her function on this mission is to facilitate the conversation between the Federation and the Romulan delegation. Her skills in linguistics and diplomatic protocol are unparalleled, making her an invaluable asset in this delicate situation. Her presence is a reminder that, while Kirk, Spock, and McCoy might be the face of the Federation in these negotiations, they are backed by a team of highly trained individuals who each play a critical role in the success of their mission.

The transporter's hum fills the room, and the familiar sensation of dematerialization washes over them. For a brief moment, their atoms are scattered through the void of space before coalescing once more on the moon asteroid's surface. The asteroid is a peculiar sight, a barren, rocky body that dances in an intricate figure-eight pattern around both a planet and a star. The gravitational pull of this celestial ballet causes a gentle sway in their stances, a constant reminder of the precariousness of their position. The asteroid's orbit is swift, giving them the sensation of being on a moving platform, the horizon a blur of cosmic ballet. The stark beauty of the setting is a stark contrast to the gravity of their mission.

The Romulan delegation arrives, and the sight of them takes the trio by surprise. Their space suits are not the armored, angular designs that the Federation officers would have expected to see on Romulan military personnel. Instead, they are sleek, almost organic in their appearance, with a shimmering, iridescent quality that seems to reflect the light from the nearby star. The suits appear to be a blend of technology and biological material, the likes of which the Federation has never encountered. The suits hug their bodies like a second skin, the colors changing subtly as they move, hinting at a deep connection to the wearers' emotions or perhaps their very lifeforce. The absence of any visible seams or joints suggests a level of craftsmanship that borders on the metaphysical.

However, upon closer inspection, the Romulan space suits reveal an unexpected vulnerability. While the material itself is clearly advanced, the underlying structure seems to be held together by a patchwork of what appear to be rusty, makeshift pipes and cables. The components jut out at odd angles, creating an overall aesthetic that seems more suited to a pirate ship than a diplomatic mission. The Federation officers exchange glances, each recognizing the potential implications of such an unusual design choice. Are the Romulans trying to hide something? Or is this a display of their resourcefulness in the face of scarcity? The questions swirl in their minds as they prepare to greet their counterparts, the answers to which could very well dictate the course of their negotiations.

Kirk steps forward, extending his hand in a gesture of peace. "Welcome to the asteroid, esteemed Romulan delegation. I am Captain James T. Kirk of the USS Enterprise."

The Romulan Commander, a stoic figure with piercing eyes and a sharp jawline, steps forward to meet Kirk's gesture. His grip is firm, almost challenging, but he releases it without incident. "I am Commander Tavel," he says, his voice deep and measured. "We are here to discuss the terms of your surrender."

Kirk's smile never wavers, his eyes locking onto Tavel's. "Commander, there seems to be a misunderstanding. We were informed that we were to negotiate a peace treaty, not discuss a surrender. Perhaps there's been a miscommunication?"

The Romulan's gaze narrows slightly, his grip on Kirk's hand tightening before he releases it. "Very well," he says, his tone clipped. "Let us proceed with the 'peace treaty' as you call it."

As Kirk and Tavel begin their tense exchange, Lieutenant Castillo, ever the professional, steps forward to offer her expertise. "Commander Tavel," she says, her voice clear and calm despite the tension, "I've been studying the Romulan language in preparation for this meeting. May I offer some insight?"

Castillo's eyes dart between Kirk and Tavel, her mind racing through the nuances of Romulan linguistics. "The terms 'surrender' and 'peace treaty' are both rendered as 'yIqmey' in your language. However, the context and inflection can shift the meaning significantly. In the context you used, 'surrender' implies an unconditional capitulation, whereas 'peace treaty' suggests a mutual agreement reached through negotiation. It's possible that the translation we received was a bit... aggressive, compared to what you intended." She pauses, her gaze intent on the Romulan commander, her hands gesturing slightly to emphasize her points. "The subtleties of language can be as vast as the cosmos itself. Let us ensure we are speaking the same dialect of peace."

Tavel regards Castillo with a look that could freeze a star. "Your knowledge of our tongue is commendable, Lieutenant," he says, his words measured. "But unnecessary. I am quite capable of understanding my own language." His gaze flickers to Kirk, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "However, it seems Captain Kirk here is in need of a lesson in clarity." The Romulan's tone is sharp, a clear challenge.

Kirk's smile remains, the warmth in his eyes not wavering. "Perhaps so, Commander," he concedes with a graceful nod. "But I'd like to think we're all here to learn something today." He glances over his shoulder, a subtle cue to McCoy and Spock to stand firm but not escalate. "Let's get to the heart of the matter, shall we?"

The tension in the air is palpable as Tavel makes another linguistic error, using a term that, while technically correct, holds a more hostile connotation than intended. It's clear that the Romulan's grasp of diplomatic language is not as firm as he'd like to project. His words are like a double-edged sword, cutting through the peaceful façade of the negotiations.

Castillo's voice is a low murmur in the private comm channel only Kirk, Spock, and McCoy can hear. "Guys, I'm getting a weird vibe from Tavel's language. It's almost like he's not a native Romulan speaker." Her eyes dart to the Romulan delegation, her brow furrowed in thought. "His dialect, the way he's using certain phrases... it's not quite right."

Spock's voice, ever calm, responds through the comm. "Lieutenant Castillo's observation is not without merit, Captain. The commander's speech patterns and word choices are indeed... unorthodox for a Romulan of his rank."

Kirk's eyes narrow slightly as he considers Castillo's observation. "Spock, McCoy, do we think he isn't Romulan?" He asks, his voice a mix of curiosity and concern. "Or is he trying to throw us off balance with his language?" He glances back at Castillo, his gaze lingering for a moment before returning to Tavel. "Could be a ploy, or maybe he's just... unconventional."

McCoy's voice, filled with a hint of the Southern drawl that often emerges when he's thinking, comes through the comm. "Jim, I've seen a lot of things in my time, but a Romulan with a speech tic isn't one of 'em. This ain't just 'unorthodox', it's downright peculiar."

"Indeed, Captain," Spock agrees, his eyes locked on Tavel. "The linguistic anomalies suggest that he may be an imposter or someone who has had an unusual education."

Kirk nods thoughtfully at Castillo's observation. "What sort of unusual education could result in this, Castillo?" he asks, his eyes never leaving Tavel's. "Could he be a defector, perhaps, or someone raised outside traditional Romulan society?" Kirk's mind races with the implications, his hand resting casually on the phaser at his side.

Castillo considers the question, her expression a mask of concentration. "It's possible, Captain. But without further information, it's difficult to say for certain. We should proceed with caution and keep our eyes and ears open for any additional clues."

McCoy and Spock, picking up on Kirk's train of thought, begin to engage Tavel in conversation, steering it towards topics that would reveal more about his background and allegiances. They listen intently to his speech patterns, the way he structures his sentences, and his use of idiomatic expressions. It's a delicate dance, keeping the conversation flowing while simultaneously probing for inconsistencies.

Castillo's voice crackles over the comm. "Guys, I've got something. Tavel's use of pronouns is inconsistent with high-ranking Romulan officials. He's slipping between formal and informal usage, and it's not just nerves."

Kirk turns to Castillo with a furrowed brow. "What does that mean, Castillo?" he asks, his voice a mix of curiosity and concern. "Could he be trying to hide his true identity, or is there something else at play here?"

Castillo's eyes widen slightly. "I think, Captain, that Commander Tavel might be of extremely low caste. His language patterns are closer to those of a common laborer than a military leader. It's subtle, but it's definitely there."

Kirk's gaze sharpens as he processes Castillo's revelation. "So, he's not just pretending to be an officer," he murmurs to his comrades. "He's pretending to be something he's not entirely." His hand tightens slightly on his phaser, his thumb hovering over the activation switch. "This changes things. We need to be more cautious in our dealings."

"Understood, Captain," Spock replies, his voice calm and measured. "We must proceed with both tact and vigilance. It is possible that Commander Tavel's unconventional background provides us with an opportunity for a unique alliance or insight."

"If Tavel's from a lower caste, or perhaps even a farming background, then his intentions might be more peaceful than we first assumed," McCoy says. "Farmers are generally more inclined to the soil than to the sword, if you catch my drift. Could be that he's using this opportunity to bring a different perspective to the table, one less... entangled in the usual web of military strategy and deceit." His eyes, filled with a shrewdness that belies his usual gruffness, stay focused on the Romulan.

Kirk frowns slightly, mulling over Castillo's observation. "But then why pretend to be a warrior, if his intentions are peaceful?" Kirk whispers into his comm, his gaze never leaving Tavel. "Is he hiding something, or is he truly trying to bridge a gap between our cultures? We must tread carefully, my friends. This dance of words could be a prelude to a battle of wits, or a symphony of peace."

Kirk turns back to Tavel with a disarming smile. "Commander, may I extend an invitation for dinner aboard the Enterprise, just the two of us? I believe a more... intimate setting would allow us to discuss matters in greater comfort, without the distraction of our respective entourages." His eyes twinkle with a hint of mischief as he adds, "And I've heard that Earth cuisine is quite the experience, even for a man of your... refined tastes." The unspoken challenge hangs in the air as Kirk waits for Tavel's response, his hand resting lightly on the phaser.

"Indeed, Captain," Spock says thoughtfully, his gaze flickering to McCoy before returning to Tavel. "Recently, I had the opportunity to indulge in some Earth delicacies. One dish that stood out to me was egg drop soup. The delicate interplay of flavors and textures is quite fascinating. And as for something a bit more... substantial, I believe you might find corndogs intriguing. They're a curious blend of the familiar and the exotic, much like our current situation." He offers a small, knowing smile, hinting at his own emotional growth and the depth of his experiences with human food.

Tavel regards Kirk and Spock with a cautious eye, his own hand resting on the hilt of a peculiar-looking dagger at his side. The tension is thick enough to cut with a lightsaber, but he nods. "Your hospitality is appreciated, Captain Kirk. Perhaps a private meeting will allow us to understand one another better." His gaze drifts to McCoy for a brief moment before returning to Kirk. "But beware, I come in peace, but I am not without protection."

The Starfleet personnel, with Kirk leading the way, begin their return journey to the USS Enterprise. As they prepare to beam up, Kirk's stride is filled with a blend of confidence and caution. His mind is racing with the implications of Tavel's background, piecing together the puzzle of this enigmatic figure. Upon reaching the ship, Kirk pauses for a moment, looking back at the asteroid shrinking in the viewscreen. "Corndogs, Spock?" he asks, a glimmer of excitement in his voice.

"Indeed, Captain," Spock replies, his eyes reflecting the starlight. "By presenting a variety of dishes to Commander Tavel, we may deduce more about his background based on his eating habits. Romulan cuisine is known for its complexity and subtlety, often mirroring their society's social structures. If he demonstrates familiarity with a particular dish, or exhibits a preference for certain flavors or textures, it may reveal whether he truly hails from a high-caste military background, or if his upbringing was more...humble."

Spock nods thoughtfully. "Our culinary exploration can serve a dual purpose, Captain. It can indeed provide us with a deeper insight into Commander Tavel's origins. Analyzing his preferences and reactions to Earth's diverse flavors may offer clues about his education and social upbringing. This could potentially allow us to pinpoint the region of Romulus from which he originates, or even the specific school of thought to which he was exposed." His gaze lingers on Kirk, his eyebrow slightly raised. "It is a delicate approach, but one that may yield valuable intel."

Kirk chuckles softly, his eyes alight with mischief. "I wish you could join us for dinner tonight, Spock. Your insights into Romulan culture and cuisine would be invaluable. But alas, it seems we'll have to rely on my untrained palate to gauge his reactions. I'll just have to trust my gut, and hope he doesn't see right through me when I ask for ketchup for the corndogs." He winks at Spock, the camaraderie between them unmistakable. "But fear not, my friend, I'll report back with every detail. Who knows, maybe he'll have a taste for something that'll give us the upper hand."

"Your adaptability is one of your most endearing qualities, Captain," Spock says, the corners of his mouth tw

"With your consent, Captain, I would like to install discreet observation equipment within your private dining quarters. This would enable Lieutenant Castillo and myself to monitor your interaction with Commander Tavel more closely," Spock suggests, his gaze intense. "The subtleties of his behavior and responses to various stimuli could provide critical information regarding his authenticity and intentions. It would be an invaluable tool in our quest for truth." His hand briefly touches his earpiece, indicating the seriousness of the situation. "The installation would be swift and unobtrusive, leaving no trace of our surveillance."

Kirk nods, his expression a mix of amusement and determination. "Alright, Spock. But make sure it's not so discreet that I can't find the 'off' switch if things get too... intimate." He winks, his voice low enough for only the Vulcan to hear. "I appreciate your concern, but I've dealt with more than one slippery character in my day. Besides, if he's not what he seems, a little one-on-one time might be just what we need to get to the bottom of this."

Having made their preparations, Spock, Castillo, and McCoy are ensconced in the observing room, their eyes glued to the screens as they await the arrival of Commander Tavel. The room is dimly lit, filled with the quiet hum of the ship's systems, their breaths almost audible in the tension. On the viewscreen, Tavel's shuttlecraft approaches the Enterprise, and they watch as he disembarks, his outfit a curious blend of opulence and haste. The fabrics are rich and luxurious, yet the tailoring is uneven, the garments not quite fitting as they should. It's as if he's trying too hard to appear highborn, or perhaps he's just not accustomed to such finery. His boots, though shiny, look as though they've been hastily polished, and his cuffs are slightly frayed.

Kirk, ever the charmer, meets Tavel in his private dining quarters. The room is set with a small, round table, the lighting soft and the air fragrant with the aroma of exotic spices. He pours two glasses of Saurian brandy, a nod to their shared interest in unique experiences. "Commander, I hope you find our meal tonight as... intriguing as I find your background," Kirk says with a shameless smile that could melt the coldest of Vulcan ice. His eyes sweep over Tavel, assessing his reaction to the setting and the drink. "To new beginnings, and perhaps, the unraveling of old secrets."

Tavel's eyes follow the amber liquid as Kirk swirls it in the glass, the light playing off the edges. He raises his glass in a silent toast, his expression unreadable. His gaze meets Kirk's, and for a moment, the weight of his unspoken words seems to hang in the air.

As the meal unfolds, Tavel tries everything that's offered: the corndogs with a smear of ketchup, the egg drop soup, and even the dessert, which Kirk describes as a "universal favorite" - chocolate lava cake. His willingness to partake in Earth cuisine is not what surprises the observing trio. It's his indiscriminate use of ketchup that catches their attention. He dips the corndog, the eggs from the soup, even a spoonful of the molten chocolate into the condiment, watching the reactions of his host with a twinkle in his eye. His eating habits, so uncharacteristic of a Romulan, leave Castillo, Spock, and McCoy bewildered. They cross-reference his behavior with known Romulan customs and regional preferences, but nothing fits. His palate seems to have no allegiance to any particular place on Romulus, which only deepens the mystery surrounding his identity.

Kirk leans in closer to Tavel, his smile turning a notch more charming. "Tell me, Commander," he says, his voice a purr of curiosity, "have you ever tried Earth's famous apple pie?" He gestures to the plate in front of Tavel, where a slice of the golden-crusted dessert awaits. "I find it to be quite... comforting. A taste of home, no matter where in the galaxy one might be."

Kirk's eyes sparkle with mischief as he leans in closer to Tavel, his hand resting gently on the table, close to the Romulan's. "You know, I've always found that the most interesting conversations happen over the most unexpected meals," he says, his voice dropping to a low, intimate timbre. "Like how your palate seems to be as... diverse as your life story." His gaze lingers on Tavel's face, taking in every twitch, every flicker of emotion that dances across his features. "The way you handle that ketchup, it's almost like watching a poet with a sonnet. You're either a master of disguise, or you're not from the upper echelons of Romulan society." He takes a sip of his brandy, his eyes never leaving Tavel's. "So, which is it, Commander? Are you the sonnet, or the poet hiding behind it?" Kirk's flirtatious tone is unmistakable, the question hanging in the air like the sweet scent of the apple pie between them.

Tavel's expression flickers with interest at Kirk's flirtation, his eyes lighting up with a spark that suggests he's not entirely immune to the captain's charm. However, the direct question about his origins seems to catch him off guard. He pauses, his hand hovering over the ketchup bottle as if frozen in place. The air in the room grows thick with anticipation, the only sound the faint clinking of silverware against china. For a moment, it seems as though he might reveal something profound. Then, with a coy smile, he replies, "Ah, Captain, you flatter me. I assure you, my palate is as refined as any sonnet you might compose." He pours a dollop of ketchup onto his apple pie, watching Kirk's reaction with a glint of amusement. "But the beauty of diversity, as I'm sure you're aware, is that it often hides the most intriguing secrets." He takes a bite, his cheeks dimpling slightly as he savors the combination, leaving Kirk and the others to wonder just how much of his past he's willing to reveal.

Tavel, seemingly unfazed by the tension, meets Kirk's gaze with a knowing smile. He leans in slightly, his voice taking on a flirtatious edge. "And what of you, Captain?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "Is your appetite as... versatile as your reputation suggests?" The subtle innuendo hangs in the air as he takes a deliberate bite of his apple pie, now smothered in ketchup. His gaze never leaves Kirk's, a silent challenge that seems to echo through the private dining quarters. The crew, hidden in the observation room, exchanges glances, their eyes wide with surprise at the sudden shift in dynamics. Castillo's fingers fly over her console, recording every detail of the exchange, while Spock's eyebrow raises in his signature display of curiosity. McCoy, for his part, watches with a mix of skepticism and fascination, his thoughts racing with the implications of Tavel's playful banter.

Kirk laughs, a rich, warm sound that fills the room. "My appetite, Commander, is as vast as the universe itself," he says, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I've found that the most... enlightening experiences often come from the most unexpected places." He leans back in his chair, his posture relaxed yet inviting. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Tell me more about your journey, your life on Romulus. Perhaps we'll find some common ground, or at least some common flavors." His hand reaches out to cover Tavel's briefly, a gesture that's both comforting and slightly seductive. "After all, isn't that what this dinner is about? Finding connections in a sea of stars?" Kirk's willingness to engage on a personal level, even in the face of potential danger and deceit, showcases his fearlessness and his belief in the power of unity and understanding.

As Kirk's hand covers Tavel's, a sudden telepathic connection flares to life, more intense than the one he shares with Spock. It's as though a door has been thrown open in Tavel's mind, and Kirk can feel the tumult of emotions and thoughts swirling within. The words 'duty' and 'secrets' resonate through the link, almost as if Tavel had spoken them aloud. Kirk's eyes widen slightly, but he recovers quickly, his smile never faltering. The warmth of the connection seems to spread from their hands, a silent conversation happening between them that's far more revealing than any words spoken. For a brief moment, Kirk sees glimpses of a life filled with hardship and loss, of a man torn between duty and desire. It's clear that Tavel is not what he seems, and that his true intentions are shrouded in a complex web of allegiance and personal struggle. The telepathic bond, though unanticipated, offers Kirk a new avenue of understanding, one that could potentially unravel the mystery of Tavel's identity and the fate of their peace treaty.

Kirk's gaze locks onto Tavel's, a silent understanding passing between them. "Perhaps," Kirk murmurs, his voice thick with a newfound desire that's not entirely related to diplomacy. "Perhaps we can share more than just a meal tonight." His hand slides away, leaving a trail of warmth on Tavel's skin. "A shared experience, a moment of... unity, might just be the key to unlocking the secrets we both hold so closely." The air in the room crackles with tension, the promise of something more than friendship or diplomacy lingering in the words left unsaid. Kirk's intentions are clear: to get closer to Tavel, to understand him on a level that goes beyond words and negotiations. It's a gamble, a play for trust, but one that Kirk is willing to make if it means ensuring peace for the Federation.

In the observing room, Spock and McCoy notice the sudden change in Kirk's demeanor and the electric charge in the air. They exchange puzzled glances, unaware of the telepathic exchange that has just occurred. Castillo's eyes narrow as she watches the screen, her mind racing to piece together the implications of what she's witnessing. Spock's mind, ever analytical, races through possible scenarios and outcomes, while McCoy feels a twinge of concern for his captain's safety. The connection between Kirk and Tavel, though unspoken, is palpable. It's as if they're dancing around a truth that neither is quite ready to reveal, their every gesture and glance laden with meaning. The dinner has become a dance of wills, a silent negotiation where the prize is not just peace, but a deeper understanding of the soul of their potential ally.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Kirk, Tavel had felt the captain's thoughts brushing against his own during their telepathic touch. The emotions, the curiosity, the hope for unity - it all floods into Tavel's mind, a torrent of human emotion that he's not fully prepared to handle. His eyes widen in surprise, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards slightly. He knows now that Kirk is not just a skilled diplomat, but a man of depth and empathy, one who might truly understand the weight of the secrets he carries. This revelation adds a new layer to their interaction, a complex web of unspoken truths that could either strengthen their bond or lead to catastrophic consequences.

As the evening progresses, Kirk's attraction to Tavel's enigmatic personality becomes increasingly evident. His eyes are drawn to every subtle movement, every flicker of expression on the Romulan's face. Tavel seems to carry the weight of the world within him, and Kirk is irresistibly drawn to the challenge of uncovering the layers beneath the surface. The telepathic connection has only intensified Kirk's feelings, allowing him to sense the maelstrom of emotions that Tavel so carefully hides from the world. It's not just the thrill of the chase that captivates him, but the tantalizing promise of a genuine connection, a bridge between two vastly different worlds. The captain finds himself torn between his duty to the Federation and his growing desire to know Tavel on a level that goes beyond the political. The air is charged with potential, each bite of food, each sip of brandy a silent declaration of intent.

Finally, unable to resist the pull any longer, Kirk leans in and kisses Tavel, a gesture that's part seduction, part declaration of intent. The kiss is deep and searching, a silent plea for understanding and a promise of protection. Tavel's initial surprise melts into something warmer, something that feels suspiciously like yearning. His arms encircle Kirk, pulling him closer, as their lips move in a silent dance of passion. The room spins around them, the stars outside the windows forgotten as the only universe that matters is the one where their hearts and minds are entwined. This intimate moment, shrouded in secrets and hope, could very well be the turning point in their delicate game of diplomacy. It's a risk, a gamble that could cost them everything, but in the heat of the moment, Kirk and Tavel are willing to take that chance. The observing trio in the next room watches the screen, their eyes wide with shock and concern, unsure of what this unexpected turn of events will mean for the future of the peace treaty and the fate of their mission.

As Kirk and Tavel succumb to their desires and begin to disrobe, the reality of their situation crashes back in like a wave. The cameras! Kirk had been so caught up in the moment that he'd forgotten to disable them. A sudden realization hits him like a photon torpedo, and he pulls back, his eyes darting around the room. "The cameras," he whispers, a hint of panic in his voice. Tavel's eyes follow Kirk's gaze to the hidden equipment that speaks of the audience he never knew they had. The passion in the air dissipates, replaced by a chilling realization of their mistake.

Kirk pulls away from Tavel, a look of regret crossing his features. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean for this to happen. Not like this." He runs a hand through his hair, his mind racing as he tries to process the gravity of their actions. "The cameras, they're still on." His eyes meet Tavel's, filled with a mix of embarrassment and concern. "We can't let this compromise our mission. Our personal feelings... they can't get in the way of what we're here to do." Kirk's tone is earnest, his gaze pleading for understanding. The gravity of the situation settles over them like a heavy blanket, reminding them of the precarious tightrope they're walking between passion and duty.

Tavel's expression darkens as he realizes the full implications of Kirk's actions. The warmth of their shared moment evaporates, replaced by a cold, hard anger. "You had me under surveillance," he says, his voice icy. "You don't trust me." The accusation hangs in the air, sharp as a d'k tahg blade. It's a blow to Kirk, who had thought their connection was something more than mere strategy. The realization that he's hurt Tavel, possibly irrevocably, is written all over his face.

In the observation room, Spock, McCoy, and Castillo watch in stunned silence. The implications of what they've just witnessed are vast. McCoy's hand reaches for the control panel, his thumb hovering over the button to cut the feed. Spock's eyes narrow, his mind racing through the potential consequences of their captain's impulsive action. Castillo's gaze flickers between the two men, her thoughts racing as she tries to understand the complex web of emotions and diplomacy that's been laid bare before them. The tension in the air is palpable, even through the screens.

Kirk takes a deep breath, his hand reaching out to touch Tavel's arm gently. "No, that's not it," he says, his voice earnest. "You must believe me, Tavel. I do trust you. I want you, not just for this peace, but... for more." His eyes are filled with a raw, unfiltered need that speaks louder than any words could. "This dinner, this... connection between us, it's not just for show. I want to understand you, to know you, to share something real. But we can't let our feelings jeopardize what we're fighting for." He pauses, his hand trembling slightly. "I want this peace, more than anything. And I know you do too."

Kirk swallows hard, his voice thick with emotion. "Tavel, please, forgive me," he says, his eyes searching Tavel's face for any sign of understanding. "I never meant to deceive you or make you feel unsafe. I know that what just happened may have changed everything, but I'm begging you, don't let it ruin what we're building here." He leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "If you can't find it in your heart to continue our... personal negotiations, I'll understand. But for the sake of our peoples, for the sake of peace, I implore you, don't let this end the peace talks." His hand slides down to Tavel's, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You can bring anyone you trust, any protections you need. Just don't let this be the end."

Tavel's anger cools slightly at Kirk's words, his expression morphing into one of contemplation. The room remains silent, the weight of their conversation pressing down on them like the gravity of a star. He looks at Kirk's hand on his own, the warmth of the captain's touch grounding him amidst the turmoil. Finally, he nods, a single, slow movement that speaks volumes. "I understand," he says, his voice low and tightly controlled. "But know this, Kirk: the line you've crossed tonight isn't easily forgotten." His eyes hold Kirk's, a silent promise of repercussions that could ripple through their future interactions.

With a curt nod, Tavel withdraws his hand from Kirk's grasp and stands, his movements stiff with unspoken anger. He strides out of the dining quarters, leaving Kirk to contemplate the tumult of emotions that have just been unleashed. In the observation room, Spock, McCoy, and Castillo watch as the captain of the Enterprise emerges, his expression a blend of regret and determination. The air is thick with unspoken words, the tension palpable as Kirk joins them, his eyes sweeping over the trio. "Let's debrief," he says, his voice steady despite the tumult within.

As they enter the briefing room, Kirk orders the recording to be played back, his gaze never leaving Tavel's retreating form. The room is silent except for the hum of the computer as it rewinds the footage. They watch the kiss, the passion, and then the sudden retreat. The silence is heavy, filled with the unspoken questions and concerns that linger in the air. When the recording ends, Kirk turns to face his friends, his expression a mask of resolve. "We can't let this affect our mission," he says firmly. "We have to find a way to move forward, to ensure peace. Tavel's trust is crucial, and we must do everything in our power to regain it."

Castillo clears her throat, her voice calm and measured. "Spock and I have concluded from the dinner that Commander Tavel is indeed an imposter," she says, her eyes never leaving Kirk's. "His dialect, his mannerisms, they're all off. We suspect he's not from the ruling class, which explains his lack of formal training and his ability to be manipulated. His emotional response to your... approach, Captain, suggests a man who's been living a lie for too long." She pauses, allowing Kirk's words to sink in before continuing. "The peace treaty is at risk, but we may have an opportunity here. If we can convince him to work with us, to trust us, he could be a valuable asset in our negotiations."

Spock's voice cuts through the tension, cold and logical as ever. "Indeed, Captain," he says, his gaze unwavering. "Our analysis of Tavel's speech patterns and behavior at dinner have led us to deduce that he is not from any part of Romulus we are familiar with. His emotional reaction to your advances suggests a man who has been living under a false identity for an extended period. This information could be instrumental in securing the peace treaty, if handled correctly."

Kirk nods solemnly, his expression a mix of concern and determination. "Thank you, Castillo, Spock," he says, his eyes never leaving the screen. "It seems we've stumbled upon a deeper layer to this puzzle than we anticipated. It's not that Tavel isn't from Romulus, but rather that he's been living a lie, a shadow of the life he was born into. He's one of their slaves, plucked from his own world and thrust into a role he never chose." His voice is soft, filled with empathy. "We must tread carefully, for his trust is as fragile as the peace we seek to maintain. If we can convince him to ally with us, to share his truth, he could be the key to bridging the gap between our worlds. But we must ensure his safety, and treat him with the dignity and respect he's been denied for too long."

Spock raises an eyebrow at Kirk's revelation, his surprise hidden behind his Vulcan mask. "Fascinating," he says, his tone measured. "The nuances in Commander Tavel's language and behavior, particularly during our intimate dinner conversation, were inconsistent with those of a typical Romulan of his rank. His unguarded moments offered a glimpse into a life fraught with deception and struggle. If he is indeed a product of slavery, it may explain his emotional volatility and susceptibility to manipulation. Understanding his true nature is essential to forming an alliance based on mutual trust and respect." His gaze sharpens. "But we must proceed with caution, Captain. We cannot afford to underestimate the complexity of this situation or the potential repercussions of our actions."

"But how do you know he's a slave, Captain?" Spock's question is not one of doubt, but of inquiry into Kirk's line of reasoning. "The subtleties of his speech patterns, his unorthodox use of ketchup, and his reaction to the telepathic bond we shared all point towards a life of subjugation and survival," Kirk explains, his eyes reflecting the gravity of his words. "Tavel's emotional response to our connection was not that of a typical Romulan diplomat. It was raw, desperate. He craves understanding, and perhaps even love. We must be cautious in our approach, but also firm in our resolve to support him. If he truly is a slave, then our mission has taken on an even greater significance. We're not just negotiating peace; we're offering him a chance at freedom."

Kirk takes a deep breath, his eyes reflecting the weight of his revelation. "I saw it, Spock," he says, his voice heavy with the gravity of what he's about to share. "When we kissed, and our thoughts melded, I saw glimpses of his past. The way he was treated by his masters, the beatings, the humiliation, the fear. It was like watching a silent scream echo through the years. His pain was so palpable, so intense." Kirk's hand clenches into a fist at his side, a rare show of emotion from the usually stoic captain. "I know it in my bones. Tavel is not just a diplomat; he's a survivor, a man who's been forced to wear a mask his entire life. And now, he's found a moment of truth with us. We can't turn our backs on that." His eyes meet Spock's, filled with a fierce determination. "We'll find a way to help him, to bring him into the light. And in doing so, we might just save our own worlds."

Spock processes Kirk's words, his eyebrow raising slightly. "Indeed, Captain," he says, his tone reflecting his surprise. "The depth of your telepathic bond with Commander Tavel is significantly stronger than what I have ever shared with you. It suggests a profound emotional connection that transcends species barriers. This is... unprecedented." He pauses, his gaze thoughtful. "It is imperative that we handle this delicately. The implications of such a bond are vast, and the potential for both good and harm is significant. If Tavel is indeed a slave, as you suspect, then we must navigate this situation with precision. Our actions could either be the catalyst for a new era of peace and understanding or the spark that ignites a galactic war." Spock's voice is calm, but the tension in his words is clear. "Your empathy and intuition are your greatest assets in this, Captain. I trust your judgment in this matter."

Spock's gaze remains on Kirk, his mind racing with the implications of their captain's revelation. "The telepathic bond you described, Captain, suggests that Commander Tavel may indeed come from a species more telepathically adept than even the Vulcans and Romulans," he says, his voice measured and precise. "His emotional responses, while unexpected, could be a result of his species' heightened sensitivity to mental connections. If we are to proceed with this newfound information, we must tread lightly. The Romulan Empire is known for its secrets, and this could be one they are desperate to keep hidden." He pauses, his eyes flickering to the recording of Tavel. "Our mission is now twofold: to secure the peace treaty and to understand the true nature of our enigmatic ally. We must be prepared for any eventuality, for the balance of power in the galaxy may hinge upon our actions here."

Just as the tension in the room begins to ease, the comms system chirps to life, and Tavel's voice fills the briefing room. "Captain Kirk," he says, his tone cool and measured despite the recent intimacy. "I have sent a proposal for our next meeting. I await your confirmation." Kirk's eyes widen slightly, and he glances at Spock and McCoy before responding. "Thank you, Commander," he says, his voice steady. "We will review the details and get back to you shortly." The line goes silent, and the room is filled with the quiet hum of the ship's systems. Kirk turns to his officers, his expression a mix of excitement and apprehension. "Gentlemen, it seems we have our next move. Let's review the plans and prepare for what lies ahead. We have a peace to secure and a truth to uncover." The crew nods, the gravity of their mission weighing heavily on their shoulders as they disperse to their stations, ready to face whatever the cosmos has in store for them.

As the crew gathers around the holographic projection of the next meeting's location, Tavel's message comes through with additional details. "Our next meeting will be held at the neutral zone station, the Atheneum," Kirk reads, his eyes scanning the data. "Tavel is taking significant precautions. He will be accompanied by a small contingent of his most trusted guards, and he has requested a private room with no recording devices. He insists on a face-to-face negotiation, without the interference of telepathic surveillance." Kirk looks up at Spock and McCoy, his eyes filled with a mix of excitement and concern. "This could be our chance to win his trust, but we must be ready for anything. This meeting could either cement our alliance or shatter it completely."

Upon arrival at the Atheneum, the Enterprise crew is greeted by the grandeur of the ancient station. The Atheneum is a sprawling, circular structure that seems to float in the vastness of space, its gleaming silver hull adorned with intricate carvings that reflect the light of nearby stars. It's a relic from a bygone era, a testament to the beauty and ingenuity of the civilizations that once thrived in this part of the galaxy. As the Enterprise docks, Kirk, Spock, and McCoy make their way to the transporter room, their eyes scanning the grandeur of the station's central hub. The air is thick with anticipation as they step onto the gleaming transporter pad, the whine of the transporter's engines the only sound as they are beamed into the heart of the Atheneum. The transporter room's walls are lined with ancient texts and artifacts, the air scented with the faint aroma of aged parchment and metal. The floor beneath them is a mosaic of interlocking metallic tiles, each one telling a story of the cosmos in a language long forgotten. The lighting is soft, casting a warm glow that seems to emanate from the very walls themselves, creating an atmosphere that is both welcoming and eerie.

They step off the transporter pad and into the bustling corridor of the Atheneum. The walls are lined with more of the ancient texts and artifacts, a silent testament to the knowledge and history contained within the station. The corridor is wide and high-ceilinged, with arched doorways leading to various chambers. The air is cool and still, and the footsteps of Kirk, Spock, and McCoy echo faintly as they make their way to the designated meeting room. The room itself is a study in contrasts: the grandeur of the station's architecture is juxtaposed with the stark functionality of the conference table and chairs that await them. The walls are adorned with ancient tapestries depicting scenes of diplomacy and war, a stark reminder of the fragility of peace. The table is large and round, with enough space for all parties to sit comfortably, yet the chairs are sparse, as if to emphasize the gravity of the situation. Kirk takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment upon his shoulders. "This is it," he murmurs to his companions. "The future of the galaxy rests on what we do here today." Spock and McCoy nod solemnly, their expressions mirroring the captain's determination. They enter the room, ready to face whatever challenges await them in their quest for peace and truth.

The Romulan guards are already present when Kirk, Spock, and McCoy enter the private meeting room. Their eyes scan the space meticulously, their tricorders held discreetly but clearly ready to detect any surveillance devices. They sweep the room in a silent ballet of precision, their movements fluid and practiced. Each guard focuses on a different section of the room, checking behind tapestries, under the table, and even the very air itself for any signs of electronic espionage. They pay particular attention to the chairs and the light fixtures, areas known for concealing such devices. Kirk and his officers watch the process with a mix of admiration and anxiety, understanding the gravity of the situation. The room falls into a tense silence as the guards complete their sweep, their expressions unreadable behind their helmets. Finally, the leader of the contingent nods to Tavel, who stands by the far wall, his eyes never leaving Kirk. "The room is secure, Commander," the guard says, his voice a low rumble. Tavel nods in satisfaction, and the tension in the room relaxes ever so slightly. "Let us begin," he says, gesturing to the table. Kirk takes his seat, his gaze locked with Tavel's, as the fate of their worlds hangs in the balance.

As they take their seats at the round table, Kirk notices that the Romulan guards have made a peculiar gesture: they have each placed a pair of gloves before their respective seats. The gloves are made of a shimmering, metallic fabric that seems to absorb light. Recognizing the implication, Kirk nods to his own officers, and they too don the gloves. The material is cool to the touch, and as they slip them on, the gloves seem to mold to their hands, leaving no gaps for telepathic interference. The room's atmosphere shifts, the air thick with the unspoken understanding that this meeting will be conducted under the strictest of conditions. The gloves serve as a silent reminder of the distrust that still lingers between their two species, a barrier that Kirk is determined to breach. Despite the physical separation, Kirk feels the weight of his bond with Tavel, the telepathic connection pulsing faintly beneath the surface. He knows that the success of their mission hinges on their ability to communicate not just with words, but with the unspoken truths that resonate between them. With a deep breath, Kirk opens the negotiation, his voice steady and firm. "Commander Tavel," he begins, "let us speak of peace and the future we wish to share." The room holds its breath, the fate of their worlds hanging on the delicate thread of their words.

Tavel's eyes narrow slightly at Kirk's opening statement, his expression a mask of calm control. "Peace is a fragile thing, Captain," he says, his voice carrying the weight of his own tumultuous past. "It requires more than words. It requires understanding, and perhaps, a willingness to sacrifice for the greater good." Kirk nods, his own eyes reflecting the same determination. "We are here to offer that understanding, Commander," he says. "And to prove that the Federation values peace above all else." Spock interjects, his voice calm and measured. "Our analyses indicate that the stability of the Romulan Empire may be at risk. The information you provide could be instrumental in preventing a catastrophic war." Tavel's gaze flickers to Spock, then back to Kirk. "The Empire is not what it seems," he admits, his voice dropping to a whisper. "There are forces at play that neither of us can fully comprehend. But I believe, together, we might find a way to change its course." The room is silent for a moment, the gravity of Tavel's words weighing on them all. Then, with a slow, deliberate gesture, Tavel reaches across the table and removes his gloves, placing them neatly beside his plate. His hands are pale and smooth, the veins standing out in stark relief against the harsh lighting. Kirk and his officers exchange a look, understanding the silent challenge that has been laid before them. With a nod to McCoy, Kirk reaches for his own gloves, pulling them off to reveal his own calloused human hands. The act is a declaration of trust, a silent promise that they are willing to lay bare their intentions. The tension in the room shifts again, the air charged with a newfound sense of possibility.

Tavel takes Kirk's bare hands in his own, the gesture a declaration of his own willingness to trust. He closes his eyes, and for a moment, Kirk feels a gentle brush against his mind, the telepathic bond between them flickering to life. And then, Tavel shows him. He shows Kirk scenes from his past, stark and vivid, as if they were happening in the very room they sat in. Kirk sees the cramped, shadowy spaces where Tavel grew up, the fear and despair etched into the faces of his fellow Reman slaves. He sees the brutal conditions they endured, the whips and the chains, the endless toil. He feels the anger and the helplessness that has fueled Tavel's rebellion, the burning desire for freedom that has driven him to this point. And then, the scenes shift. Kirk witnesses the underground Railroad that Tavel has helped to build, the secret network that smuggles Reman slaves to freedom in Federation space. He sees the risks Tavel has taken, the lives he has saved, and the lives he has lost. The Remans that fear the Federation, their eyes filled with suspicion and hope in equal measure. The images flood Kirk's mind, painting a picture of a world in turmoil, a world where the oppressed are fighting back. Tavel's voice echoes in Kirk's thoughts, a soft, insistent whisper. "We need you, Captain. We need the Federation's help. We need to be seen, to be heard. To be accepted." Kirk's heart swells with emotion, the depth of Tavel's pain and determination resonating within him. He squeezes Tavel's hands in a silent promise, his eyes filled with a newfound resolve. "We will help you," he says, his voice firm. "We will stand with you, and together, we will forge a new future for our peoples." Spock and McCoy exchange a look, the gravity of the moment not lost on them. They know that this is not just a peace treaty they are negotiating; it is the fate of an entire race.

Kirk nods solemnly, recognizing the gravity of the situation. He decides to proceed with the utmost caution, treating Tavel as if he were indeed a high-ranking Romulan, authorized to speak for the Empire. He knows that any mention of the Remans would be met with hostility and suspicion, so he keeps his thoughts guarded, allowing Tavel to guide the conversation. "Your insights are invaluable, Commander," Kirk says, his voice carrying the weight of his newfound understanding. "We are committed to maintaining peace and stability in the galaxy. If there is a way we can assist in achieving that goal, please, share it with us." Tavel's grip tightens slightly on Kirk's hands, his eyes still closed as he continues to transmit his memories. Kirk feels a swell of emotion, the pain and hope of an entire people laid bare before him. He knows that he must tread carefully, that one wrong move could mean the difference between peace and war. But he also knows that he cannot turn away from the truth. "We are here to listen, and to learn," Kirk adds, his voice a gentle assurance. "Your people's plight will not be ignored." The room is still, the only sound the faint hum of the station's systems, a reminder of the vastness of space that surrounds them. The bond between Kirk and Tavel is palpable, a silent promise that transcends the barriers of species and rank. And as they sit there, joined by their shared quest for peace, the captain of the Enterprise knows that he has found an ally in the most unlikely of places.

With a deep exhale, Kirk nods, understanding the gravity of the situation. They put their gloves back on, the metallic fabric shielding their thoughts once more. Kirk's hands are warm and slightly damp from the intensity of the telepathic exchange. He gathers his thoughts, the images of Tavel's past still vivid in his mind. "Very well," he says, his voice firm. "We will proceed with the treaty negotiations. But know this, Commander: I am committed to the freedom and equality of all sentient beings. If there is a way to support your people without compromising the peace we seek, I will find it." Tavel's eyes open, and he regards Kirk with a newfound respect. "Thank you, Captain," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Your compassion does not go unnoticed." Spock and McCoy exchange a look, their expressions unreadable. They know that Kirk has just made a promise that could have far-reaching consequences. But they also know that their captain's heart is in the right place, and that he will do whatever it takes to ensure that justice prevails. They resume their seats, their eyes on Tavel, as the negotiations begin in earnest. The words flow smoothly, the treaty's language precise and nuanced. Each point is debated, each clause scrutinized. And all the while, the unspoken understanding between Kirk and Tavel hangs in the air, a silent pact that goes beyond the terms of the agreement they are crafting. The future is uncertain, but in this moment, they are united in their pursuit of a better tomorrow. The room seems to hold its breath as they hammer out the details, their voices the only sound in the ancient chamber. And when at last the terms are agreed upon, they stand, their hands joined once more, not in a telepathic bond, but in a handshake of friendship and mutual respect. The treaty is signed, the ink still wet on the ancient parchment, and the room feels lighter, as if a great burden has been lifted. They have taken the first step towards a new era of peace, and Kirk knows that this is only the beginning.

As the treaty is signed, Kirk and Tavel come to a silent understanding. The immediate emancipation of the Reman slaves is not feasible due to the complex societal structures and power dynamics at play within the Romulan Empire. However, Kirk is determined to honor the promise made during their telepathic exchange. According to their new agreement, the Federation will offer economic and technological aid to help the Empire gradually reduce its reliance on slave labor. This assistance will be provided discreetly, allowing the Romulan government to save face while enacting the necessary changes internally. Tavel is hopeful that this alliance will lead to the eventual abolition of slavery within his people's society. The treaty is a delicate balance, a strategic dance of words and intentions that both sides are aware could be their salvation or their downfall. Yet, as they part ways, Kirk can't help but feel a spark of hope. The Federation's assistance is not just about politics or power; it's about recognizing the inherent dignity and worth of every sentient being. As they step back onto the transporter pad, the warmth of their newfound alliance a stark contrast to the cold metal beneath their feet, Kirk knows that they have forged a bond that could reshape the destiny of two great civilizations. The light of the transporter beam envelops them, and as they fade from the Atheneum, they carry with them the weight of their shared promise and the hope for a brighter future.

The trio of Kirk, Spock, and McCoy beam back to the Enterprise, their thoughts still reeling from the intense and emotionally charged meeting with Tavel. As they step off the transporter pad, they are met with an unexpected sight: the corridor is filled with Romulan officers and soldiers from Tavel's ship. The air is thick with tension, the Romulans' expressions a mix of confusion and suspicion. Kirk quickly assesses the situation, his hand instinctively moving to the phaser at his side. "We come in peace," he declares, his voice echoing through the corridor. The Romulans stare at them, their eyes narrowed. "Commander Tavel has agreed to our terms," Kirk continues, his voice firm but calm. "We are now allies in the pursuit of peace and justice." The Romulans look to one another, then back to Kirk, their confusion slowly giving way to surprise and, in some cases, anger. "We must inform them of the treaty," Spock says, his voice low. "Their understanding is critical to the success of our mission." Kirk nods, stepping forward. "This is Dr. McCoy and Mr. Spock," he says, his voice carrying the authority of a seasoned diplomat. "We have negotiated a peace treaty that will benefit both our peoples. We ask for your cooperation and trust in this delicate matter." The Romulans hesitate, their eyes flickering to the gloves in Kirk's pocket, evidence of the intimate bond he shares with their commander. Slowly, they begin to lower their weapons, their suspicion replaced by curiosity. Kirk knows that this is just the beginning. The real challenge will be convincing the rest of the Romulan Empire to follow Tavel's lead. But for now, they have taken the first step on a journey that could redefine the very fabric of the galaxy.

During their discussions, the Romulans have presented a critical request to Kirk. They seek a planet within Federation space where they can establish a colony for the Reman refugees. This would be a monumental gesture of goodwill, showing that the Federation is committed to the long-term stability and prosperity of the Reman people. Kirk considers the implications of such an offer, the potential political and social ramifications, and the logistical challenges involved. He knows that finding a suitable planet will not be easy; it must be a place that can sustain Romulan life, be far enough from any existing colonies to avoid conflict, and be strategically advantageous to neither side. Yet, the opportunity to provide a new home for the oppressed Remans is one that Kirk cannot ignore. He looks at Spock, who meets his gaze with a knowing nod. They both understand the gravity of the request. "We will begin the search immediately," Kirk tells Tavel, his voice firm. "Our science and exploration teams will work tirelessly to find a suitable location. We stand with you in this endeavor." Tavel's eyes light up with hope, the barest hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Thank you, Captain," he says. "I am sure the Remans will be grateful for your compassion." The crew of the Enterprise now faces a new mission, one that could have profound implications for the future of the galaxy. They must navigate the complexities of interspecies politics, the vastness of uncharted space, and the depths of their own hearts as they seek a new home for the Romulan refugees. The challenge is great, but so is the potential for change. And as they set a course for the unknown, Kirk, Spock, and McCoy are united in their determination to bring peace and justice to all corners of the cosmos.

The Romulan contingent aboard the Enterprise informs Kirk that they have been tasked with preparing the selected colony planet for the Reman refugees' arrival. The planet, a veritable Eden in a sea of stars, has been meticulously chosen for its ability to support Romulan and Reman life and its strategic neutrality. The crew, now a blend of Starfleet officers and Romulan soldiers, work tirelessly to construct shelters, establish agricultural centers, and lay the groundwork for a society that has known only oppression. Kirk paces the bridge, his eyes on the viewscreen as the planet grows larger. The sight of the blue-green world fills him with a sense of hope and purpose. He turns to Spock, who is busy at his station, coordinating the efforts. "We're getting reports of unrest on Romulus," Kirk says, his voice tight. "The Senate is divided on the issue of slavery." Spock looks up, his gaze unwavering. "The path to peace is never a straight line, Captain," he replies. "But with Tavel's influence and our support, we may yet see change." Kirk nods, his jaw set. "We've come too far to turn back now." The ship enters orbit, and the captain's voice booms over the intercom. "All hands, this is your captain speaking. Today, we stand on the precipice of history. We are not just building a colony; we are planting the seeds of a new alliance. Let us do so with honor and courage." The crew responds with a chorus of acknowledgments, their voices a testament to their shared commitment. And as the Enterprise descends into the planet's atmosphere, Kirk knows that the future of two great civilizations rests in their hands. The stakes have never been higher, but so too has their resolve. They are the architects of a new tomorrow, and together, they will forge a destiny of peace and freedom.

As the Enterprise and its Romulan counterpart, the Imperial Falcon, converge on the chosen colony planet, Kirk is struck by the Romulan officers' attentiveness to the Reman laborers. They speak to them with a respect that seems out of place in a society known for its rigid caste system and the cruel treatment of its underclass. The Remans, in turn, respond with a mix of surprise and tentative hope. Their eyes dart between the Romulan officers and the Starfleet crew, searching for signs of genuine care. Kirk watches from the bridge, his heart swelling with pride in his own people's willingness to extend a helping hand. The planet's surface is a flurry of activity as the two crews work side by side, the once-desolate landscape slowly transforming into a bustling hub of life. The Romulans, under Tavel's guidance, seem to have adopted a more empathetic approach, listening to the Remans' suggestions and addressing their concerns with surprising sensitivity. Kirk can't help but feel a sense of awe at the power of unity and compassion. This alliance, forged in the fires of adversity, is beginning to reshape the very fabric of their understanding of one another. And as the first structures rise from the ground, a beacon of hope in a galaxy too often ruled by fear, Kirk knows that they are witnessing the birth of something truly extraordinary. An image of the bustling colony forms in his mind, a tableau of diverse species working together, their hearts and minds entwined in a shared vision of a better tomorrow. He turns to Spock, who is observing the progress with his usual stoicism. "We're making history, Spock," Kirk says, a smile playing on his lips. "Let's make sure it's a history worth telling." Spock nods, his eyes reflecting the same hope. "Indeed, Captain," he replies. "The future is ours to shape."

Kirk and Tavel stand on the bridge of the Enterprise, their eyes locked in a gaze that speaks of friendship and shared determination. Tavel's voice is low and earnest as he suggests a friendly meeting between Kirk's officers and a group of Romulan officers who had assisted in preparing the planet. "To show that our relations are truly improving," he says, a hint of hope in his voice. Kirk nods, understanding the strategic value of such a gesture. "Your officers are welcome on the Enterprise," he says, extending an open hand. "A friendly chat, as you say, can go a long way in fostering trust and cooperation." The message is clear: they are willing to put aside their differences for the sake of a brighter future. The air in the room seems to crackle with anticipation as the details are finalized. The meeting is set for the evening, in the ship's lounge, a place where holographic fireplaces cast a warm glow and the scent of exotic spices fills the air. The chosen officers are those who have shown the most openness to the idea of peace and cooperation. Kirk knows that this is not just a social engagement; it is a delicate dance of diplomacy, where every word and gesture could mean the difference between war and peace. He straightens his uniform, steeling himself for the challenge ahead. As the Romulan shuttle approaches, Kirk can't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. This is uncharted territory, a chance to change the course of history. And as the doors to the lounge open and the Romulan officers file in, he is reminded of the weight of his responsibility. The evening stretches before them, filled with the potential for misunderstanding and mistrust. But as they sit down, their expressions open and curious, Kirk knows that they are all here for the same reason: to build a bridge between their worlds. The conversation flows, a tapestry of cultures and ideas woven together by the threads of mutual respect. They share stories, laugh, and even engage in a friendly game of three-dimensional chess. By the end of the night, the atmosphere has shifted from one of tentative curiosity to one of camaraderie. The officers, once divided by the vastness of space and the entrenched dogmas of their societies, now share a bond forged in the fires of shared experience. And as the Romulan shuttle departs, Kirk and Tavel exchange a knowing look. They have taken a significant step towards peace, one that could resonate through the annals of galactic history.

In Kirk's quarters, the captain and Tavel share a quiet moment, the weight of their recent achievements hanging heavily in the air. Kirk pours two glasses of Saurian brandy, handing one to the Romulan commander. "It's incredible," Kirk says, raising his glass. "The way your officers have embraced the Remans, it's unlike anything I've ever seen from the Romulan Empire." Tavel's eyes darken slightly, and he takes a sip before speaking. "There's something you need to know, Captain," he says, his tone measured. "Those officers you've come to know, the ones working alongside us so willingly... they're not actually Romulans." Kirk's eyebrows shoot up, and he sets his glass down with a thunk. "What do you mean?" Tavel pauses, choosing his words carefully.

"When my ship first arrived in Federation space, it was filled with escaping Reman slaves," Tavel reveals, his gaze unwavering. "They have permanently disguised themselves as Romulans to make this colony planet possible." Kirk's eyes widen in shock, and he leans forward, his hand tightening around his glass. "But why?" he asks, his voice hushed. "To escape the tyranny of the Empire," Tavel explains. "The Remans are a strong and resilient people, but we have been subjugated for too long. This alliance, this colony, it's our chance to start anew." Kirk nods slowly, the gravity of the situation sinking in. The Romulan officers he had come to respect were actually the very people they were trying to help. The complexity of their situation deepens, but Kirk's resolve remains steadfast. "We will honor our agreement," he says firmly. "And together, we'll ensure that this planet becomes a beacon of hope for all those who seek refuge from oppression." The two leaders clink their glasses together, the amber liquid a toast to the brave souls who have chosen to stand against the tide of history. They drink in silence, the warmth of the brandy mingling with the cold reality of their shared secret. The future is uncertain, but in this moment, they are united in their quest for freedom and a better tomorrow.

Kirk looks at Tavel with a mix of admiration and concern. "I can't even begin to imagine the sacrifices they've made, living among their oppressors, pretending to be one of them," he says, his voice tinged with emotion. "But isn't it going to be hard for them, pretending to be Romulans for the rest of their lives? They'll be surrounded by their own people, yet they'll have to remain apart, maintaining this deception." Tavel nods solemnly, his gaze reflecting the weight of the decision that was made. "It is a heavy burden they bear," he agrees. "But it is a burden they carry willingly for the sake of their people. They are the vanguard of a new era, Captain. They understand that their sacrifice now can mean the salvation of the Reman race." Kirk takes a deep breath, his hand resting on Tavel's shoulder. "We'll do everything in our power to support them," he promises. "They won't be alone in this." The room is silent for a long moment, the gravity of their conversation a stark contrast to the cheerful sounds of the celebration outside. They know that the path ahead is fraught with danger and deception, but in that quiet space, their friendship feels unshakeable. And as they sip their brandy, they share a silent vow to stand together, to fight for the rights of the oppressed, and to ensure that the light of freedom burns brightly for generations to come.

Captain, I feel compelled to share something deeply personal with you," Tavel says, his voice thick with emotion. "I, too, am Reman. Our telepathic abilities are a cornerstone of our culture, a way to connect and understand one another beyond words. The Remans on this colony will find solace in their shared experiences, their minds entwined in a tapestry of thoughts and feelings. But for me, it has been a long journey to find someone I can trust with such intimacy." Kirk's eyes widen in surprise, but his expression quickly softens into one of understanding. "You've found that trust in us," he says, his voice gentle. "In me, in Spock, in McCoy, and in the entire crew of the Enterprise." Tavel nods, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "Thank you," he whispers. "Your friendship means more to me than I can express." Kirk clinks his glass against Tavel's once more, the sound echoing through the quiet room. "To new beginnings," he says, his voice strong and sure. "And to the enduring bond between our peoples." They drink deeply, the warmth of the brandy a symbol of the friendship that has grown between them, a friendship that could redefine the very fabric of their existence. The stars outside their window seem to shine a little brighter, a testament to the hope that now burns in their hearts. They stand together, two leaders from worlds apart, bound by a shared vision of a universe where no one is left behind, and all are free to pursue their destinies.

As the night deepens, Kirk and Tavel find themselves drawn together, their shared experiences creating an unspoken bond that transcends the boundaries of duty and diplomacy. They take each other's hands, the warmth of their skin a stark contrast to the cold metal of the table between them. Their eyes lock, and in that moment, they realize that the spark of attraction they felt during their initial telepathic connection has not been extinguished. It has grown, fanned by the flames of their shared passion for justice and their yearning for companionship in a galaxy that often seems cold and unforgiving. They form a telepathic bond once more, this time not out of necessity but out of desire. Their thoughts intertwine, a dance of yearning and hope that leaves no room for doubt. They both long for each other romantically, a feeling that is both surprising and exhilarating. In the quiet of Kirk's quarters, with the ship's engines humming a steady bass line, they allow themselves to feel the full force of their emotions. It is a revelation, a moment of pure connection that fills them with a warmth that is as comforting as it is thrilling. They understand that their newfound love is fraught with complexity, with the potential to upend the delicate balance of their alliance. But as they stand there, hand in hand, they also know that it is a risk worth taking. For in the vastness of space, the most precious thing of all is the warmth of the heart that beats beside yours, the touch of the hand that understands your soul. And as they lean in, their foreheads touching, they share a silent promise: to navigate the treacherous waters of their interstellar romance with the same courage and conviction that guides their mission for peace.

Kirk leans back in his chair, his gaze thoughtful. "Tavel," he says, his voice low and serious. "I have an idea. One that could take our alliance to new heights and truly cement our bond." Tavel looks at him, curiosity piqued. "What do you propose?" Kirk takes a deep breath, his eyes shining with determination. "I think you should formally request the Romulan Empire to assign you to the Enterprise, as an official liaison. This would show the Senate that our friendship is not just a fleeting moment, but a strategic partnership for the betterment of both our peoples." Tavel's eyes widen, the implications of Kirk's suggestion sinking in. It would mean living among the very beings he had once considered enemies, but the thought of working side by side with Kirk, of continuing their mission of peace and exploration, fills him with excitement. "It's a bold move," he says, his voice filled with admiration. "But one that could change everything." Kirk nods, his eyes never leaving Tavel's. "We've come this far," he says. "Let's not stop now." The air in the room seems to crackle with the electricity of their shared vision. They know that their relationship, both personal and professional, will face challenges. But as they stand together, their hands still clasped, they are ready to face whatever the universe throws at them. For they are no longer just captain and commander, but comrades in arms, fighting for a future where love and understanding conquer all. And with that, they set a course not just for the colony but for the stars themselves, ready to boldly go where no one has gone before, together.

Kirk and Tavel find themselves lost in each other's eyes, the gravity of their situation giving way to the intensity of their feelings. They lean closer, the warmth of their breath mingling as their lips meet in a tender kiss. It is a moment of pure connection, a silent declaration of love that transcends the barriers of language and species. Their hands roam, exploring the contours of each other's faces, tracing the lines of their jaws and the arches of their eyebrows. The kiss deepens, becoming a passionate exchange of emotions and desires. The stars outside the window of Kirk's quarters seem to hold their breath, as if watching the unfolding of a new chapter in the cosmic saga of love and friendship. The world around them fades away, leaving only the two of them, entwined in a dance as old as time itself. They make out, their bodies pressed together, hearts beating in sync. It is a moment of intimacy that feels both stolen and absolutely right, a promise of a future filled with shared adventures and quiet nights under alien skies. The kiss lingers, a beacon of hope in a universe that often seems cold and indifferent. But in that moment, Kirk and Tavel know that they have found something that not even the vastness of space can tear apart: a love that burns as bright as the stars they navigate, a bond that is as strong as the steel hull of the Enterprise itself.

Kirk and Tavel, their hearts racing with the excitement of their shared revelation, begin to remove their uniforms, each movement a silent testament to their trust and desire. The soft rustle of fabric and the gentle clank of metal as they discard their rank insignia echo through the dimly lit room. Their eyes never leave each other's, the connection between them growing stronger with every layer that falls away. Kirk's chest is bare, revealing the scars of battles past, a map of his life's journey. Tavel's skin is cool to the touch, a stark contrast to Kirk's warmth. They move towards the bed, a symbol of comfort and unity amidst the cold vastness of space. The mattress sighs as they lay down, their bodies fitting together as if they had been made for this very moment. The room is filled with the faint scent of their desire, a heady mix of sweat, cologne, and the faint metallic scent of their respective species. Their kisses become more urgent, their hands more exploratory, as they seek to know each other fully. The bedcovers are soon discarded, leaving them exposed under the soft glow of the room's ambient lighting. Their kisses become a symphony of passion, a silent language that needs no translation. They are not just captain and commander anymore, but lovers, bound by a love that is as vast and as uncharted as the cosmos itself. And as they move together, their bodies entwined, they know that they have found something that can survive the harshest of realities, a love that is as eternal as the stars they explore.

[tododeku-or-bust]

Fic Writing Ask Game

I was asked to play by the wonderful @shooshopath ! I'm sending it to @toiletpotato @queenoftherandomword @spacebeyonce @surkovhasherpes

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

45

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

943,229

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Currently, just Patrochilles (TSoA and Hades)

4. top 5 fics by kudos?

Flashing Lights, Restless, to face the sea, where flowers bloom, Paradise, & and the nights, they are endless

5. do you respond to comments?

I do! I used to think it was really nice when authors answered my comments. I always make a point to answer comments to let people know I care about their feedback and that I appreciate their support, especially if they choose to become a consistent reader. It's a bit embarrassing though, half my comment count is me responding 😭

6. fic you wrote with the angstiest ending:

Lacrimosa

7. fic you wrote with the happiest ending:

I think the rest are all generally happy ending 😅 can't really pick one.

8. do you get hate on fics?

I had for a couple of my Patrochilles and Parenthood series, particularly on my OC. Tbh, I'm shocked I don't receive more, given that Black female characters usually receive minimal grace. Everyone's been very supportive, if not necessarily completely understanding the perspective of the narrative (thus the "your OC is a self insert" comment. Like, I'm writing about the experience of Black girlhood, where else am I gonna pull from lmao we tend to go through particular things!)

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Nah, not really. I'll usually include a sex scene here or there, but I don't write just straight smut. There's always gotta be some angst or some sort of plot. I don't think my writing is good enough for straight smut, so I leave that to others.

10. do you write crossovers?

Technically my Patrochilles fics are crossovers, but fr I just tag both fandoms for reach. If I'm focused specifically on the TSoA rendition, I only tag for that. Otherwise, no. Same idea with MDZS.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Apparently so! Well, not stolen, but heavily inspired by. Since it wasn't word for word, I'm not willing to get lynched by white fandom to start an argument about it.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

I have!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nah 😅 unfortunately I'm too territorial about my writing process.

14. all-time favorite ship?

Patrochilles, with AshEiji as a close close second.

15. what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Blooms of a Wilting Garden. It's a WangXian fic I was super, SUPER passionate about... And then I burnt out of both the fic and the fandom. It was just so toxic in that space that I got disillusioned. Maybe I will- it is outlined!

16. writing strengths:

I personally think that I'm very good with dialogue and character motivations. I'm also very passionate about movement while I write, bc I think that it adds emphasis to both of those things. But yeah, I'm very intense about motivations- how might someone's character change in certain situations? What might cause an outburst in one moment might generate an incredibly calm response in another, all for the same character. It all depends on the situation, and I like exploring that.

17. writing weaknesses:

I feel like I could do better with "prettier" writing. On the one hand it's a style choice, I tend to prefer words that get to the point I'm trying to depict. On the other hand, sometimes I wish I could write as beautifully and set up as well done a setting as other writers. I've been trying to do better with that. But I also write fic as a hobby so... 🤷🏾‍♀️

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've tried direct translation (language, then the English translation next to it) and italicizing. Some phrases I know well enough to use the former, but if I get caught up I will use the latter.

19. first fandom you wrote for:

On AO3? Bnha, tododeku (thus the name of the blog. I was pretty intense about it. Oh how I've grown in 4 years).

20. favorite fic of yours:

Hmmm... This is hard. I love all my fics as a favorite for different reasons 😭😭 the overall winner? Restless, my first AshEiji fic. It's one of my fics that I'm always rereading, and I love how it came about because of two nightmares I had. Like they really worked in allowing me to write a perspective on Eiji that I felt I wasn't seeing in the fandom at the time. Protection (my second Philia fic) is my second place.

Thanks for sending this to me! I'm so happy to see it 😊 I miss talking about my stuff sometimes.

[brujitaadinbo]

I am happy and a little nervous to start here. English is not something I master, so please let's go slowly. If you don't understand something, you can ask before anything.

I have a lot to say and I hope to gather more friends than anything else. I am open to dialogue but I repeat, insulting is not an argument and you leave. I have seen how Duo Din and Bo katan have coexisted during these seasons; I never expected that this interaction would deepen from the fact of giving each other the opportunity to open up and get to know each other.

I don't deny that at first I didn't see something between them; because I was more distracted by the action of the series and the euphoria. But my opinion completely changed in the season 3 finale.

When I saw how Grogu protected his father and in that process, I included Bo (and I'm not saying that he saw her as a mother but he saw the need to protect her, feeling her closer and part of him) So I change my perspective to this season.

I had to rewatch the series several times, hahaha I'm not lying and it makes me laugh but I did it. Then I started to see those little details between Din and Bo katan. Certain parallels and how hatred came to be appreciated. Since there were signs of flirting, he added verbal and body language, non-verbal language, approaches and even the dialogues, the music. A way to pair them, but not as a cliché couple, as they always portray us. With that cliché romance that always repeats itself; no no

Here they were giving things a process, this type of relationship in which both come wounded, with doubts, with traumas, something that must be slow because if not, it won't end up cooking. And living in a world like the one we live in, where survival is substantial, it is very likely that you empathize with them, understand them and understand how they have done what they have done and how they walk hand in hand.

I do not want to come to talk for the sake of talking and I will try to take all the visible and documented elements to show that indeed; There was no romance as such in this season between them, but there were romantic overtones, there was subtle interaction of this type between them, so much so that Grogu realized that something in Bo was changing. Being sensitive in those aspects, come on, that cannot be hidden from the child.

I have also seen how because of all this, toxic fandom and harmful people have given themselves the right to criticize, mock and attack. I understand it's Star Wars, without generalizing, don't expect many to understand or be mature or allow themselves to question or see beyond their own very personal visions and tastes.

But as I say; Your tastes are clouding the panorama or denying a palpable reality just because something is not to your liking and attacking it. More than sad, it's pathetic. Although anything can happen in The Mandalorian and no one can deny it, if we talk about possibilities, then I tell you, the possibility of something healthy developing is there!!! among them like so many ships from other SW content and clearly those little messages have been there for a reason.

"You don't talk about what you don't know" I love that Din said that. Because if you do not take the time to objectively question this union, to see the content again, you will continue in that ignorance of the elements, which is not just me (because it is not just my opinion, I base it on other aspects) Many others

I would like SW to understand that it is not just a bias of the population or of a certain country that has fans or fandoms about its content. We must give priority to everyone, this is a global phenomenon, seen in many places. And although the program has a family focus, nothing is an obstacle for them to show that no matter what it is, who it is, feelings and emotions are also valid and allow us to surround ourselves with positive people, becoming someone better for those who little by little have entered our hearts. No matter how badass, how Mandalorian, or where you want to be from. No matter the conflict or situation you are going through. Star Wars is based on human emotions and love is not left out of this.

are proving it and they only come to silence them.

[shannonsketches]

Can I just say I love how you can be somewhat critical about certain things about totk without completely and unnecessarily trashing it and even adding humor. I wish more people were like that.

Aw, thank you! I'm just trying to make sure folks feel safe to enjoy things here (as long as, yknow, the respect goes both ways).

I definitely used to be someone who would trash stuff unnecessarily, and I'll always credit a mutual (although I did forget their handle,,,I'm so sorry) I had at the time for just letting me go on a long rant about why something bothered me and went, "That sounds really personal, but that got nothing to do with this." And all at once I realized I'd been projecting my needs/wants/expectations onto other peoples work (commercial or otherwise), and holding strangers responsible for serving me, specifically! Which is an absurd thing to expect from anyone!!

And sometimes I still forget the world doesn't revolve around me, glorious me, and I have to go back and apologize and do my mental health homework to figure out why I reacted a certain way, and why I took something so personally. But it's been really helpful to try and do the homework first, or type that whole salty take up and delete it or draft and review it again in the morning, before you make a stranger (or a friend!) feel bad or unsafe with you for the crime of enjoying something you didn't (which I have done, many times, and feel very bad about).

Plus, I've learned that if you're someone who is always analyzing and critiquing things, those moments can be really good practice for (respectfully! privately! in your own space! not on that stranger's post! not in that poor dev's DMs!) considering what you might have done differently, assuming you had the same parameters and resources available. I find this is especially good practice if you plan on entering a creative field! I promise you get a lot more sympathetic with how things turn out when you force yourself to dream within a budget and a deadline.

(also being nice to professionals is good practice! Some of them are jerks, true, but 99% of devs artists designers directors etc are just doing their best under a ton of stress and pressure to make everyone happy, and they're usually really proud of what they're able to accomplish, and they are absolutely not getting paid enough to deal with the comment section)

Once you let go of that need to be Correct and have control over stuff that isn't about you, you end up having a lot more fun and a lot less limitations for playing in the sandbox, and with other creatives! Plus you learn about yourself, and what your priorities and tastes are. You become a better story teller and collaborator when you can not only find but actively look for the good in things you may have completely dismissed as a kneejerk reaction to not liking something about it.

And again, I'm definitely still an ass, a lot more often than I'd like to be. I still struggle with that need to be Correct and to have complete control over my sandbox. I still get defensive and have to navigate rejection sensitivity when someone's idea contradicts mine. I definitely understand the reactivity when something means a lot to us, and it takes practice to share when you're used to being protective! But it's so, so worth it.

You meet such amazing people and find such wonderful, supportive communities when you embrace two cake theory. I highly recommend making an effort to expand your perspective and be a part of that support.

Supportive Community Pro-Tips from a Fandom Old Guy:

You don't have to adopt a theory to enjoy or appreciate it!

If someone's takes upset you, just block them. It's okay.

Don't critique someone's work unless they ask for critique

Don't RB someone's work with negative/contradictory comments, just make your own post

DO freak out in the tags/comments/inbox if you like something

Obviously don't wish harm over ships/headcanons/etc, just block!

Remember someone else's work is not about you

Remember someone else's work is Not About You

Are they experiencing a thing? Are they sharing their experience with you? That's a gift! Treat it like one!

Elitism is a mind killer. Newer ≠ Lesser, Older ≠ Greater. We all have stuff to offer and we all have stuff to learn.

and if I may impart the most important thing I've ever learned in fandom:

BE NICE TO EACH OTHER, WE'RE ALL JUST MAKING STUFF UP!

Thank you for the lovely message and for letting me ramble I'm!! Sorry this got so long and preachy, haha

[anulithots]

Random ask, do you love ChengGuang because somehow their dynamic remind you of SatoSugu and because both ships (can/have potential to) end up tragically?

Also, is there a certain story or fairy tale from your childhood that made you love storytelling.....

P.s

Hi, I'm new to your blog and until now your blog is the most unique one I ever see and your metas are so great (especially from a new fan of JJK). I've been a JJK fan for almost 3 years and I can't ever wrote metas even half as good as you...(Also because I know something in my mind but somehow can't wrote them down).

Thanks for this blog of yours....🌷🌻

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THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS MADE ME HAPPY STIM SO HARD I HIT THE TABLE /pos

Okie dokie, I shall address the ps first, because (a) thannkkkk youuuu and (b) there is a method to my madness.

As a storyteller, I see other storytellers often build characters in themes with the same sort of narrative logic, which can usually be predicted across stories (to a certain extent due to people's different storytelling styles, but it works fairly well regardless of which story you're looking at.) In knowing how to tell stories myself, I only have to work backwards to figure out the 'deeper meaning'

(ALTHOUGH, analyzing stories is only part of the fun. I see nothing wrong with reading/watching stories like poetry is read, with the words appreciated not for the content alone, but for the subsequent feelings imparted. Stories with ease of comprehension and that vicarious way of experiencing different ideas and concepts are - in my opinion - the ones that hold the true essence and wonder of storytelling.... mmm that was too fancy... hold on...

NOT EVERYTHING NEEDS TO BE ANALYZED IN ORDER TO FIND WONDER IN IT BUT IT'S FUN TO ANALYZE NONETHELESS.

There we go.)

In essence:

The themes dictate the characters, the characters dictate the plot.

The way I tell stories is to have a theme/question and use characters as different perspectives on that theme. The characters then get a backstory relating to that theme, one that 'teaches them' that certain perspective, which they will utilize to tackle the issues the plot throws at them. (the plot should also 'poke and prod' at the character's internal conflict to showcase and test the extent of it, but one can discern most internal conflict from the backstory.

Which is why JJK was sooo hardddd, especially for Itadori and Gojo - who get little to none compared to all the other characters - and even still, Gojo's takes some inference but someone could figure out his backstory... Itadori's? All we get is the faint idea of how his grandfather raised him.)

Usually for analyzing it's easiest to pick out the themes or main character conflict first (although themes can help figure out the main character conflict, so it depends on the story really.)

Take Link Click as an example. The overall theme/concept to explore is that of 'ambition and goals getting in the way of relationships and love, leaving one with the regret of loneliness'.

ANnnddd I have yet to actually write down my thots for Lu Guang and Cheng Xiaoshi, but here we go. (characters have the basic structure of - perspective, and a desire and fear that contradict each other based on that perspective) :

Cheng Xiaoshi: he represents the aftermath of this, with his parents leaving him, and the loneliness and pain lingering through his every action. He then clings to the love he receives - and that often manifests when he possesses others - which causes him to never stop waiting for his parents to come back. Overall, his perspective is something along the lines of - 'the people I care about are the most important thing, and the ambitions and goals should support that'

(the best screenshot I have right now... I'm rewatching and will probably screenshot nearly everything.)

Desire: For his parents to come back mostly, but also to experience that same love and comfort again. He often tries to vicariously experience this through helping others. Fear: That others - like his parents - will leave him alone, and he can't face his overwhelming fears and emotions on his own.

He's silly and jovial yet also quite strategic (he figured out what's-the-brother's-name's powers with a word alone, and upon a rewatch, he does often try to deduce how to find whatever it is they are looking for, yet his trust for Lu Guang and the overwhelming emotions from possession 'dilute' that a bit.)

Lu Guang: ... his is more unknown, so I won't be doing a full analysis until I have more information, buuuut there's a lot you can get on a rewatch of his 'moment by moment' reasoning. He wants to protect Cheng Xiaoshi at the expense of everyone else, and he doesn't like it when CHeng Xiaoshi is in danger/is upset with him.

But my random musings for his perspective are something like: 'stick to the plan, for it's the only way for things to turn out okay, even if others and their emotions get hurt along the way.' (Cheng Xiaoshi is the exception to this. ALSO Lu Guang then becomes a REALLY GOOD foil for CHeng Xiaoshi alkajdfkjalsdf the analysis I will do of them later aljkflaksdfjas)

(I get to use dividers eeee)

Okay now for your first question.

Do I like ChengGuang because their dynamic reminds me of SatoSugu and they both end tragically?

... Initially.

(They both got that 'kuch kuch hota hain' (did I spell that right?) basketball scene.

(yes my mom wanted to show me all the classic Shah rukh khan - did I spell his name right? - movies and yes I liked the first half before female love interest got.... docile? More 'oh she'll be good wife material yada yada' and blah blah blah they should argue over basketball more... and yes I think the classic structure of the classic movies - being full of backstory and such - are better than the modern ones. At least the Dunki movie brought that back.

Anywho, my point:

If you got a tragic ship, they need to play basketball apparently. No I do not know why this is a thing.)

But to be honest... I kind of like ChengGuang better than SatoSugu, which is my own personal preference really. (Also the platonic ship in my story reminds me of ChengGuang, whereas SatoSugu reminds me of the way I cling to other people)

I like the way SatoSugu were each other's comfort people, the only ones who could understand each other, and how they both teased and comforted each other.

But they got... so little time together...

I do LOVEEEEE them a lottt, but like.... ChengGuang...

They get to tease each other and be around each other and aljdfaklsdfsadf they are just so comfortable in each others' presence and IDK they give more of a queer platonic vibe than SatoSugu does and er, I just love them a lot.

I would list my reasons but that would take too long.

So instead, enjoy the beginnings of my screenshot collection:

(I reached my image limit)

To be clear, I don't think narratively one is better than the other, and I don't like ranking things I like; I'm just weak for fluffy character dynamics of any sort and Cheng Xiaoshi, Lu Guang, and Qiao LIng have my favorite character dynamics ever. (Not shipping Qiao LIng and the other two. ALso also... 'Cheng Xiaoshi, his sister, and his queer platonic bf get traumatized while breaking all of time and space' is now my favorite 'trope' and akldfjaksldfjaskdnfskdlfj.

BUT YES THE FACT THAT THEY ARE TRAGIC AND TRY TO COMFORT EACH OTHER THROUGH THAT is MY EVERYTHINGGG KLDSJFLKSDJF. THEY LITTERALY BROKE TIME AND SPACE FOR EACH OTHER.

Okieee after all that writing, we get to the second question!

What stories made me love storytelling?

I don't know if there's a story that got me into storytelling per se per se, because I've been doing it since I was little... perhaps Wings of Fire?

But the stories that most heavily inspired the stories I want to tell are these:

Song of the Sea was my childhood. It has ~ siblings ~ and ~ whimsical magic ~ and the soundtrack is all my comfort and nostalgia. The animation and the gentle pacing and the absolute wonder this movie is.

(I got the book recently and aijfaskdfaksldfaklsdf askdfjasdkfjasdfl, I love it so muchhhh)

What to say about the Little Prince? It's a masterpiece. The soundtrack is also all my comfort and nostalgia. The back and forth between the original book and the 'current timeline', the themes and the whimsy interwoven throughout, it's my everything.

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Thank you so so much for the ask!

[missfrieden]

Tech as a father Chapter 33

Either tumblr has problems, or no one posts at the moment? Someone else has refresh problems?

Masterlist

Chapter 33: Diverting attention

Amanda replied calmly, "Thank you, Prime Minister. However, I believe there are many individuals with blue eyes. It's not an uncommon trait." Meanwhile, back on the Havoc Marauder Tech, who had been listening from inside the ship with Orion, felt a twinge of concern. He knew that Amanda's eyes had always made her stand out, and he couldn't help but worry about the attention it might bring from the Kaminoans. Her eyes where always fascinating for him, a mix between a bright blue sky and the oceans on Kamino on a cloudy day. And from his arms the nearly same ones look up at him, with some brown spots in them.

Tech carefully stepped out of the Havoc Marauder, holding Orion close to his chest. He scanned the area, looking for any signs of trouble. Orion's fussiness only added to his concern. He approached Wrecker, who was standing nearby, and said in a low voice, "Keep an eye on Orion for a moment, would you? I need to check something." Wrecker nodded, taking Orion from Tech's arms. Tech hurriedly made his way towards the direction where he believed Amanda and the Kaminoan officials had gone. He needed to ensure everything was alright and that Amanda wasn't put in any unnecessary danger. “Tech wait!” Hunter says a bit louder, not to alert anyone that his brother is following them, and not helping the situation at all.

As Tech moved closer, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in his chest. Tech discreetly followed the path Amanda had taken with Lama Su and the others. His steps were silent, and his senses were on high alert. He kept Orion's safety and Amanda's well-being at the forefront of his mind.

Meanwhile, back in the hangar, Wrecker held Orion in his massive arms, looking down at the baby. He could tell that something was bothering Tech, but he wasn't sure what. Orion, on the other hand, seemed content in his uncle's embrace, cooing and babbling softly. “This is ain’t good” Wrecker looks at Hunter. “You are right. Tech is blind from worry and love. I get him before anyone gets suspicions” Hunter states and starts to leave. “So Tech is even blinder?” Crosshair asks with a grin. “Crosshair really?” Echo groans a bit annoyed at that remark.

In the meeting room, Amanda remained composed despite her internal worry. She knew that her distinctive blue eyes had caught Lama Su's attention, and that could potentially reveal her connection to Orion. She exchanged a few more words with the Prime Minister, trying to steer the conversation away from her appearance. Tech, however, was getting closer to the meeting room, his heart pounding with each step. He needed to be there to protect Amanda and ensure that nothing jeopardized their secret, leaning nonchalant against the wall next to the door, and grabbing his datapad.

“Master, please can we just say hello to them? I want to see Orion!” Alma pleaded and looks at Amanda with all her innocence, knowing the soft spots of her Master all too well. Amanda seized the opportunity to steer the conversation away from her distinctive blue eyes and her connection to Orion. She responded to Alma's request with a smile, "Of course, Alma. I'd be happy to see them before we leave." She then turned her attention back to Lama Su and continued her argument about the presence of a child in a combat situation. "Prime Minister, I understand the value of Clone Force 99, but it's concerning to me that they brought a child into an active battle zone. It's not safe for the child, and it's not in line with Republic regulations. I'm sure you understand my concerns as a Jedi."

Lama Su nodded, though his expression remained unreadable. "I appreciate your perspective, Master Pacem. Rest assured, the child's safety is our priority as well." Amanda could only hope that her words had effectively diverted the conversation away from her and Orion's connection to Clone Force 99.

During this conversation, Tech was standing nearby, listening intently. He couldn't help but be concerned about Amanda's discussion with Lama Su, especially since it involved in a way their son, Orion. Tech was ready to step in if necessary, either to support Amanda or to clarify any details, but for the moment, he listened silently. As the conversation between Amanda, Alma, and Lama Su continued, Tech couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Concern for Amanda's safety and Orion's well-being weighed heavily on his mind. He knew that Lama Su's interest in Amanda's unique blue eyes could potentially be a threat, but he also understood that Amanda was doing her best to navigate this delicate situation. Only for someone to grab his arm and pull him away. “Hunter?” Tech asks surprised. “Really subtle Tech, look I understand why you want to be close. And yet you need to understand, that those two are not the only Jedi present. Maybe Alma is not so honed yet to feel emotional shifts in the force. So please, I know you want to protect them. So do we“ Hunter explains placing his hand on Tech’s back to guide him back into the hangar.

Lama Su's offer to send Clone Force 99 to assist Amanda and Alma took everyone by surprise. Amanda, with her striking blue eyes and the weight of her responsibilities as a Jedi and healer, considered the implications carefully. Amanda's voice was steady as she responded, "I appreciate the offer, Prime Minister. The assistance would be invaluable, and I'm aware of Clone Force 99's capabilities. We have a mission to rebuild a Jedi temple on Callo, and your troopers' expertise would expedite the process. We accept your offer." Lama Su nodded, though there was a flicker of suspicion in his eyes. "Very well, Master Pacem. We will coordinate the deployment of Clone Force 99 along with a transport of troopers for a relief effort to your location."

As Lama Su turned to leave, Amanda's gaze met Alma’s as she started to leave the room too. “Alma, it is important to stay patient. And also to not interrupt a conversation. I heard you the first time.” “I know, but Orion has just that, well thing I like.” Alma follows Amanda quickly. “So before we go and say hello, would you like to look around the facility?” Alma’s big round grey eyes seem to go even bigger, “Can we ask them to show us around? Please! Tech surely knows everything!” “If they have time, and if not you have to do with me, we could go and find Master Shaak Ti, didn’t see her in a while, and would be nice to catching up.” Amanda puts her hands in the pockets of her tunic, pushing the robe slightly back. “Yeah, you think Crosshair makes funny comments again?” Alma asks as she gets more and more impatient to reach the hangar. “Does Tattooine have to suns?” Amanda asks amused. Now not so sure if Alma realises that Crosshair is just a full mass of sass.

Chapter 34

Reblogs are very welcome and I am open for feedback, as english is not my first language, so maybe my sentences may be weird sometimes, or I write a word wrong even with google, or I use a wrong word for an item.

Tag: @spectacular-skywalker @aalizazareth @neyswxrld @clonethirstingisreal @sleepycreativewriter

Well, slowly I get annoyed, I know it takes time to get back on track. But my throat is killing me, and my lips started to crack. Also I got appointments to get the three last wisdoom teeth out within a time span of about ten days.

[musewrangler]

20 Questions for Writers

Thank you so much for the tag @wendingways I'm FINALLY getting around to it. :D

How many works do you have on AO3?

132

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

2, 962, 169

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Star Wars, Hornblower, Narnia [just one]

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Mirjahaal

Bajur

He Who Sheds His Blood With Me

Forging Ahead

I Felt You In My Bones

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do as much as possible. I appreciate my readers making time to say something. It takes effort on their part and I want them to know I am grateful. Equally, I get lots of fun thoughts from my readers and it's delightful to interact with people. :D

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh definitely the fic I could never write. ;D By which I mean---there was a prompt somewhere that said 'the aftermath of a scene you'll never write'. So I knew immediately what that was and ripped my own heart out to write "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night". Literally, I was ugly crying the whole time. And it convinced me that nope, I can never do this in my 'real' fics if you will. xD

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmmm. I am a girl who likes a happy ending. Granted, it's after kark tons of pain and suffering usually xD, but...

I think I'll land on the Dragon Speaker. I could name quite a few others, but I spent more time developing the happy aftermath so that's why I choose it.

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

I've said it before---I have some of the BEST readers. And I've had folks who've disagreed with some of my takes on character or plot, but they are welcome to do so if they are respectful and they are. It produces good conversation and perspective. I can think of one time I had someone actively unpleasant, but let's hear it for delete and block! :D

9. Do you write smut?

Nope.

10. Do you write crossovers?

No. It's just not my cup of tea.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of and I hope not. Obviously, a lot of us have similar ideas----writing is just like that. But I don't think anyone has taken my work directly. That kind of thing does get me riled up because I know the work all of us creators have done to make these stories. Don't do it, kids.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes I have and it's very fun! I have a very industrious and delightful reader who has translated a lot of my work into Russian. :D

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

I have a few times. :D

14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

Depends on context here. I don't read or write fics for just romance. I need purpose beyond the couple if you will. If we're talking within Star Wars then canonically it's Han and Leia. If we're going with my own fanfics it's a toss up between Mara and Max Veers and Firmus Piett and Sola Naberrie. ;D If we're talking broad literary ship Benedick and Beatrice from Much Ado About Nothing.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

WIP I will never finish? What are you talking about?

Genuinely, I hate the idea of abandoning my fics. Just can't. Some of them are taking longer than I had thought, but that's ok. Life happens. I will finish. ;D

16. What’s your writing strengths?

I think I develop character fairly well. I like to have a plot mapped out before I start writing, so I think I do all right with story cohesion and flow. I am a firm believe that you need to care about the characters more than anything else. World building and correct editing are good things, but if no one cares about your characters, it can get boring and readers lose interest.

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

A good balance of action, description, and dialogue. Dialogue is easy for me and I like the characters interacting. But action and description are very important as well to SEE the scene and I need to work on my descriptive choices. I'm also ridiculously impatient. I want to publish NOW. And this means that perhaps some needed editing or more polish/depth is overlooked. I'm working on that.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Absolutely. I've used mando'a a lot now in Star Wars. In history AUs I've dabbled a smidge in French and Latin to set the tone a bit. Definitely do your homework whether using a real or fictional language. People notice!! :D

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Haha. So in terms of more serious writing like I'm doing now, it's Star Wars.

But.

I wrote by hand in notebooks during high school for the original Star Trek. Had all kinds of crush on Pavel Chekov. xD We watched the re runs of it and I liked the movies as a kid so....

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Oh goodness. Can that really be answered? I like them all for vastly different reasons. If we're going for world building then likely Dragon Speaker. If we're going for in depth history fun, then The War in the Shadows. If we're going for fic I saw most clearly in my brain as I wrote and LIVED it, then Showdown at Alliance Ranch. Within the ER verse, quite possibly Fidelity because writing all that courtroom drama and the intense brotherhood of Firmus and Max going through that was just so satisfying.

But over all story? Honestly can't pick just one. Sorry!

Gently tagging @hollers-and-holmes @winterinhimring @kraytwriter @kanerallels