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n0ahsferatu · 8 months ago
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my dear friend @marlenacantswim asked me to draw the TOS yaoi polycule and i want you to know this is what the whole show is like to me
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lyroart · 2 years ago
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hauntedvulcan · 7 months ago
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where's the Vulcan nightclub when you need it its fuck or die Friday I wanna be at pon Farr night
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startrek-eridani · 24 days ago
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Saavik, Captain of the U.S.S Eridani
Saavik was born approximately in the year 2265, on the Romulan colony of Hellguard, a mining planet of arid temperature also hosting the site of technological development of a bioweapon. The leaders of the colony intercepted four ships from the Vulcan Science Academy, and their crew were brought to Hellguard to serve as test subjects for the weapon, as well as provide a new generation of subjects through their rape. Being half-Vulcan, half-Romulan and hailing from such a violent planet where murder and famine ran rampant would most likely have meant a death sentence for Saavik and the other hybrid children of the colony, until Spock and the Vulcan high council learned of it and deployed a rescue mission.
At about 9 or 10 years of age when she was rescued, Saavik already had a keen and curious mind, and after saving Spock’s life one night in Hellguard’s desert and briefly bonding with him on the subject of stars, with Saavik claiming their ownership, she refused to trust any other Vulcan adults that were a part of the rescue mission. Spock convinced her to rejoin the Vulcan vessel by promising to take her to her stars, and secretly trading her knife with his tricorder, promising to keep the weapon that kept the child alive safe on his person while allowing her to embark.
After this rescue, Spock took it upon himself to raise Saavik, as she refused to take the DNA tests that would have allowed the Vulcan Council to trace back her remaining family, as she knew that it would mean to be taken from Spock’s care. While spending a year with Spock on the planet Dantria IV, Saavik’s interest for stars and space travel only increased, with Spock often using mission logs and stories of the Enterprise’s crew to impart life lessons to Saavik. In that time, she learned proper language, Vulcan philosophy and the rudiments of logic, before continuing her education on Vulcan while living with Ambassador Sarek and the lady Amanda once Spock returned to the Enterprise. Already, she wished to enroll in Starfleet when she would be old enough.
In 2281, Saavik entered Starfleet Academy as a first year cadet, aged approximately 16 years old. Her hybrid heritage was kept relatively secret, with only a few select admirals being aware of it, but considering her grades and recommendation letter from Spock, it wasn’t a problem for her admission. During that first year, she notably joined the cadet baseball team as pitcher, as well as participating on a highly classified mission that brought her and Spock back to Hellguard one last time. After these events, she pursued her studies in the command track, meeting Joanna McCoy in 2282 while she joined Starfleet Medical to get her xenomedicine and space travel formations.
In 2285, at around age 20, she was in her last year as a cadet, and after taking the Kobayashi Maru test, and succeeding in the test of character, she took part in the training cruise led by Captain Spock, and later Admiral Kirk as a Lieutenant junior grade. When Khan Noonien-Singh began his revenge and search for the Genesis device, she participated closely in the event of the battle, also taking part in the landing party to Regula 1. After it’s detonation and Captain Spock’s death and subsequent funeral, Saavik was transferred to the Grissom as a lieutenant, albeit now no longer junior-grade, implying a field promotion for her implication in the event of the Battle of the Mutara nebula and preceding it. As Grissom inspected the Genesis planet, she worked mainly as a science officer, and beamed down to the planet with David Marcus when life signals that could be associated with Captain Spock were detected on the surface. The pair discovered the young, regenerated body of Spock, yet it lacked its mind and spirit, as it was with Dr. Leonard McCoy. Saavik had to meld with the young Spock when he began experiencing severe pains she wrongly associated with Pon Farr at first, but were in fact the results of his telepathic centers lacking the stability of familial and amical bonds, these bonds having been broken by his death and remaining with his mind and spirit out of his body. The telepathic centers send painful telepathic nerve input through his body, aggravating his already painful aging along the surges of the Genesis planet. Klingons in search of the Genesis later ambushed them and after David’s heroic sacrifice to save Saavik from Kruge’s order to kill one of the prisoners, she melded with him, accidentally creating a sibling bond between them while also saving his life. After the fal-tor-pan, Saavik remained on Vulcan for a year, mainly to watch over David as he recovered and keep him company, as his state was too fragile to travel back to Earth for a long time.
Following that year of sabbatical off-fleet, Saavik returned to San Francisco, where she had to argue with Starfleet Academy admissions for them to allow David Marcus to enter the school for command, field science and space training and then the fleet. The Admiralty eventually allowed it, but it was made clear that anything that could go wrong with David within the fleet could be of consequences to Saavik’s career.
Saavik was then assigned once more as a lieutenant, this time on the U.S.S Agincourt, and served as helmsman, tactical officer and sometime navigator, as needed be. Her captain appreciated her efficiency, and in 2287, when now once more Captain Kirk requested for her transfer at the helm of the Enterprise-A after Hikaru Sulu’s departure to command the Excelsior, she wished her good luck and many successes. She then also earned the rank of lieutenant-commander along with a full helmsman task.
Saavik remained aboard the Enterprise-A until 2289, when the post of First Officer of the Eridani opened and fleet command decided to promote her once more, this time to commander. She served on the Eridani for six years under captain Bowman, until he decided that it was time to retire once the ship returned to Space dock for maintenance and updates.
As Eridani was planned to go back for a five-years mission in deep space, Saavik was seen as the best candidate to take on command of the ship, being one of the officers serving on it for the longest time and having shown a neat track record. Saavik was made captain in 2296, at approximately 31 years old, making her in her time, the youngest Starfleet captain, beating her former mentor James T. Kirk by 2 years.
Saavik’s captaining style was influenced by her use of logic and reason, but considering how important her survival instinct has been in her youth, she didn’t shy away from following her instincts. Her knowledge of ships, strategies, weaponry and scientific instruments from the Federation and out of it was extensive, as well as her knowledge of norms and regulations. Her service under James T. Kirk, namely during the training cruise, taught her about the importance of knowing when to bend the rule. Despite these capacities and Starfleet command’s trust in her, she often wondered if she is good enough to be a captain, and hoped that she would be making her mentors proud.
Saavik doesn’t express her emotions a lot, but Spock having met V'ger before rescuing her and her many years serving among humans taught her how important emotions, feelings and connections to others are. She valued her close friends, namely David Marcus and Joanna McCoy, but also tried her best to be available to subordinates and bond with her department heads and crew, as much as the chain of command allowed. Despite all of that, she struggles with opening up to others about her fears or deeper insecurities, being a part of why she had a hard time falling into a rhythm with her First Officer at first, even if she was supposed to rely on him.
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twinkboimler · 2 years ago
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spirk fic recs
to mark this blog hitting 125,000 posts I thought I'd throw together a fic rec post of some of my favorite spirk fics! There are so many recommendations I could make, but I tried to recommend ones I don't see recommended as often. Fics are included under the read-more, enjoy!
TOS:
These Hands, If Not Gods by greenforsnow (Explicit, 18,200 words). A post-Amok Time fic where Spock is still experiencing plak tow symptoms, and Jim does his best to help Spock out. One of the first spirk fics I read, and I am such a fan of how Jim is written in this fic. One of my favorite takes on TOS spirk, it's an all-time fave
It's Only Art (if it makes you feel something) by Wrath_of_Bones (Teen and up, 24,231 words). I thought the ending of this fic was really lovely. Jim tries to figure out who's been painting a series of paintings that have been appearing in the art studio on the ship. SO much pining. Perched in the Soul by Betazoa (Explicit, 12,847 words). During an away mission, Spock accidentally bonds them together in an attempt to save Jim's life. There is SO much pining and sexual tension in this fic as they struggle to try and keep things platonic despite the bond needing to be consummated.
The Bond by TheVulcanBobDylan (Explicit, 12,371 words). A post-Amok Time smut & hurt/comfort fic. I really enjoyed the characterization of everyone in this, and there are some moments that really tugged at my heartstrings - Spock has so much anxiety about bonding with Jim, and the feelings Jim feels are incredibly human, so real and complicated. So good.
TOS Movies:
Shakedown Cruise by Rhaegal (RhaegalKS) (Explicit, 23,122 words). This fic has a lot of pining and yearning, all as a result of Spock still missing memories following the fal-tor-pan. Jim longs for Spock to remember, missing the relationship he and Spock used to have. Jim feels a lot of hurt; Spock may be alive again, but Spock is still remembering how to be himself. So, so good.
AOS:
And Then I Let It Go by kianspo (Explicit, 10,632 words). The most popular fic on this list. Post-Star Trek Beyond. The crew has a bit of time on their hands as they wait for the new ship to be constructed. During that time, Spock up and leaves, cutting off all communication, and Jim tracks him down. I really love how this fic explores the post-Beyond version of these characters and what they've all just been through.
kuv kath-vuk fator by AgentStannerShipper (Explicit, 56,475 words). An AOS take on Spock's pon farr. So much smut at the end, really need to underline the explict rating and the tags on this one. This fic also has some good Nyota & Jim friendship content that, let's be honest, is lacking in a lot of trek fic. Jim works with Nyota to learn some Vulcan because he's nosy and is trying to figure out why Spock is requesting medical leave (spoiler alert: it's pon farr), and by the end of the fic, him having put in the time to learn the language pays off and makes the final part of the fic super satisfying. Check the tags on this one to see if it's right for you.
Weekend Lover by ValiantBarnes (Cimila) (Explicit, 30,016 words). Academy-era. AU where they have a one night stand in Riverside, and while Jim expects to never see Spock again, once he runs into him in San Francisco, they start hooking up again. Check the tags; the smut in this story is really what's pushing the plot here. Intense and really good, I'm a big fan of the ending to this one, I've read it multiple times.
SNW:
The 1,000 Hour Sleep by spqr (Mature, 27,227 words). I've reread this fic at least four times already since it was published last year. This fic nails Strange New Worlds Jim despite us having him for only an episode, and it's such an entertaining AU: Espionage with Jim as a spy whose path keeps interweaving with the Enterprise and its crew. Jim gets exposed to some radiation that won't let him fall asleep but sleep is required for the radiation to leave his system - this is where Spock steps in to help Jim sleep via a meld. I find something new I love about this fic every time I read it. Additionally, there's some fantastic "crew as family" content, and it explores the family dynamics between Jim and Sam, too. It's such a well-constructed fic, cannot recommend enough.
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bones-mccoy-turned-me-bi · 7 months ago
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Ok so last night I had a dream about startrek, it started during amok time pretty much going the same way except, T'pring didn't do the challenge they got married.
Only remember bits and pieces during this point but Kirk is heartbroken, he's not letting Spock know (duh) which isn't a problem because Spock is oblivious about Kirk's feelings for him.
I forgot to mention that Spock does have feelings for him and didn't want to marry T'pring but he was convinced that Kirk doesn't love him,whilst also doing this whole "It's Vulcan way" so he decided to just do it.
Anyways he went through Pon Farr with T'pring and ended up getting her pregnant
This is another point where memory doesn't like me, but anyway they have a son (his name was changing like every half a second but ima call him Telek since that's one of the only ones I remember)
ANYWAYS this child just sorta exists in the back of Kirk's mind for like 2-3 years till T'pring's work (I forget what she does but it's like similar circumstances to her being on the enterprise in snw) lines up with the enterprise, and she brought Telek with her.
So they meet the kid
Kirk is trying so hard rn but it's like that's Spock's child with the wife he didn't know he had so he's struggling.
Mccoy likes the kid and is doing a way better job of being normal towards him and T'pring ( whilst also comforting Kirk which I thought was really cute )
Anyways another time jump
T'pring dies.
This isn't even that much later cause Telek looked like 4.
I have no idea how she dies but she did, Spock is hurt but not like extremely?
Like he did care about her but he never really loved her and when they spoke it was really just him asking about Telek.
Anyways Kirk is like kinda happy about this but also very mad that he is happy about this because Spock's wife died and that's horrible so he's like trying to comfort Spock but it's kinda awkward because Kirk hated T'pring and they both know he hates her.
Anyways Kirk is like well he's not married anymore maybe nows my chance and Mccoy is like "She just died dude at least give the guy some time to grieve "
So Kirk does but like only for a month or so
and he's back to trying to court Spock, but Spock is still oblivious and thinks Kirk is just still trying to comfort him so it's not working that well. At some point Kirk decides fuck it I'll just tell him.
So Kirk invites Spock over for chess and partway through like thier second game ( gotta give him some time to work up the nerve) Kirk blurts it out.
And like at first Spock doesn't react so Kirk's like freaking out like "omg I just ruined our entire friendship " " why did I say that" " holy shit he hates me now doesn't he?? " all the while Spock is like fucking buffering because the guy he's been in love with for years just admitted loving him since like the first day they met and like ????? Holy shit?????.
Anyways Kirk started like apologizing to Spock which kinda snaps him out of his little trance and Spock is now the one freaking out cause he took to long to answer so he kinda panics and just like
leans over the chess board and like fuckin kisses him.
Anyways they're together (they also find out they are T'hy'la and it's really sweet)
And at some point ( not that much later come on its Spock and Kirk and they've been in love for years ) they get married and it's very sweet and they are both Telek's dads now and stuff and Mccoy is doing his whole " took you two long enough Jesus " but he's secretly stoked and not hiding it well.
Um anyways this is about were I woke up.
Its the most coherent dream (am I saying that right? ) I've ever had
Idk if you wanna make a fic about it please do and post the link when you reblog it cause I'm not gonna find it otherwise 👍
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lostyesterday · 2 months ago
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I finally finished Enterprise season 2! (Except for the last episode which I’m going to watch with part 2). It took me like six months, oops. Some thoughts:
My favorite characters are still T’Pol, Hoshi, and Phlox. My opinion of Travis increased greatly this season as well and I wish there was more of him.
The others are cool too, I guess. Archer has grown on me. Mostly.
Most of my opinions are the same as about season 1, and I thought the episodes were overall of the same average quality (generally more decent than I was expecting but still with not that many episodes that I absolutely love).
My favorite episodes were Dead Stop, The Catwalk, and Cease Fire – all episodes that I found fun and that utilized Enterprise’s crew and premise as an early Starfleet show well. I really liked the strange station in Dead Stop and thought it had a well-executed Star Trek-y premise that also had its own unique Enterprise flavor. The Catwalk utilized its setting well and I liked how different that part of the ship felt compared to other Trek shows. Cease Fire had Shran <3.
I think Enterprise shines most in its fun adventure stories, especially when there’s some humor sprinkled in, and when cast members other than the main trio have actual roles to play in the story.
Some other highlights from the season: I liked the ambiguous nature of truth in the episode Carbon Creek (in a similar fashion to a lot of Voyager episodes I find interesting). Minefield was pretty fun and suspenseful. I really liked T’Pol in Stigma. I loved seeing Travis’s family and background in Horizon.
Some negativity below the cut:
My least favorite episodes were A Night in Sickbay, Precious Cargo, Cogenitor, and Bounty.
A Night in Sickbay tried to convince me that Archer and T’Pol are attracted to each other. Yeah Right.
Precious Cargo was just so boring and typical, ugh. Romance plotlines are basically always bad in Star Trek, of course, and Enterprise is no exception (I haven’t liked a single one yet in any episode). But this one really stood out as just so cliché and irritating.
Cogenitor managed to have both an unbearable romance B plot and a bizarre A plot that felt out of character for Archer and T’Pol and left such a horrible taste in my mouth. I don’t know what they were going for here but it came across very badly.
The A plot of Bounty was whatever but, ugh, the T’Pol Pon-Farr B plot was so bad.
I’m desperate for Hoshi content so of course I was excited about Vanishing Point, but although I enjoyed many scenes, I thought that overall the episode didn’t really have a firm idea of what it was trying to do or how it was trying to portray Hoshi as a character. There are a lot of things that could have been done to develop Hoshi here that were almost done, but the overall attempt felt quite shallow, which is tragic.
Stigma is like, half of a good episode. T’Pol was so, so good in it. The rest of it… well, I can see the argument for a lot of different perspectives, positive and negative. It was certainly much better than Cogenitor, and probably better than TNG’s “gay allegory” episodes, though that’s not saying much.
Mixed feelings on the Klingon episodes – they have a lot of the same problems of TNG Klingon episodes while also generally being more boring. I don’t really like how the episode Judgment retreads the exact same themes as a lot of 90’s Star Trek, making it feel like Klingon society hasn’t changed even slightly in centuries.
The Borg episode wasn’t terrible, and I especially enjoyed the Phlox parts, but overall I wasn’t a huge fan of how the Borg were portrayed. I’m not the type of person to care about minor canon inconsistencies, but I do think the episode had a weird disconnect with all portrayals of the Borg apart from the very first TNG episode. It’s just… that’s not how a handful of Borg drones behave when they’re separated from the collective. On the whole, it felt like this episode primarily existed to reference TNG and I found that irritating.
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dahyeltal · 2 years ago
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Thinkin’ about lonely Spock Prime seeking out AOS McCoy at a Starfleet event in San Francisco and spending the evening with him...as Ambassador Selek.
Spock Prime knows how his McCoy liked to be treated, and it turns out that this McCoy is no different. McCoy is wined and dined, lured closer and closer by ‘Selek’s endless wit and banter, and the compliments didn’t hurt either. McCoy hadn’t felt love at first sight since he met Joss and Clay back in middle school, but this handsome stranger had him wrapped around his finger. When his probability of success was at its highest, Spock Prime ended the night by propositioning McCoy, who happily accepted.
Spock Prime takes McCoy to his nearby apartment at the Vulcan embassy, and McCoy remarks offhandedly that the room reminded him of his ‘Vulcan coworker.’ Spock Prime feels a burning jealousy that his counterpart had McCoy right here with him, unclaimed. Spock Prime scent marks him to hell and back without realizing it, marks him like he was in the throes of Pon Farr, with McCoy loving every second of it. McCoy calls out sick the next day—hard to doctor when you can’t sit or walk comfortably—and they spend the day together, with Spock Prime pampering McCoy until the human is fully in love with him.
When McCoy goes back to work, Spock knows. His counterpart’s scent is so deeply embedded in McCoy that he knows the second he enters the room. But he also knows that McCoy doesn’t know Ambassador Selek’s true identity, and he’s not allowed to know. McCoy can know of Spock Prime’s existence but not his identity. Spock is upset for McCoy, or at least that’s what he tells himself when he confronts his counterpart with barely concealed disdain.
Spock Prime is remorseful and apologetic, seeing now, without the intoxicating replica of his former bondmate nearby, that his actions were made in error. He promises young Spock he will no longer interfere with the doctor, and Spock presses him for his logic. Why McCoy? Why, out of everyone there that evening, was he chosen? “Because I enjoy his company most.”
Spock is confused by his counterpart’s statement but is given no more information. 
They return to their routine, take off for another mission, and all is well...until Spock catches a despondent McCoy in the hall outside their adjoining quarters as he leaves for his shift. While the doctor was normally emotional, this behavior was different.
As was his openness when he asked Spock: “Do Vulcans normally give you the best date of your life and then ignore all attempts at communication?”
Spock is taken aback, unsure of how to respond. “It is atypical behavior, as it is for humans,” he decides as the diplomatic approach. “You should focus on the mission at hand, as he is not worth your attention.”
“How did you know I was with a man?”
Spock has no answer, only an order. “You are late to your shift, please report to sickbay as scheduled.”
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simptasia · 1 year ago
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for the trek ask game!! 🎼🪐🖖
Song/music you associate with an aspect of ST
oh i got a few of these
it's been a long road... (wait is that a song on its own or was it written for trek. if it was written for trek, never mind, cuz that'd be cheating jhfdsjh)
la donna e'mobile. this one comes up a lot in media and i have and will always associate it with the doc singing about pon farr
magic carpet ride is just the first warp drive song. also it just hit me how fucking fitting that title is
you are my sunshine cuz the doc & seven sang it
my darling clementine, for the same reason as above
note that trek was how i heard all of these songs for the first time
Favourite alien planet
i gotta go with vulcan because of how much i fucking think about it
honourable mention to the blink of an eye planet, wuv youuu
First Trek media you encountered?
star trek the next generation. my mum watched it most nights whilst pregnant with me and i was kicking along to the theme as soon as i developed legs. i was literally born into this
and she'd taped a buncha eps off the tv and i grew up watching 'em, so theres like a chunk of next gen eps i have an extra fondness for because of that (i, borg, the next phase and the cost of living come to mind. but there was defo more than that). then eventually mum got proper videos from the cheap show, and voyager joined in
and yeah. grew up with next gen and voyager. and the movies
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fujimilovers · 11 months ago
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its pon farr night at the vulcan nightclub
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bijulian · 2 years ago
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watching voyager n i finally got to the famous "its pon farr night at the vulcan nightclub" line
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doctor-yoshi-soul · 5 years ago
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So I had an interesting conversation over discord with @dude-what-am-i-even-doing and I cracked the fucking code. What code you may ask?
"It's pon farr night at the Vulcan night club"
But before I talk about that, I must first digress into a headcanon of mine: Tuvok used to be a complete party animal. He knows not only how to get a Vulcan hammered, but knows how to mix drinks to get at least 17 species shitfaced.
My evidence for this:
It's canon he was a rebellious teen which on Vulcan is obviously a MUCH bigger deal
In Riddles it's revealed Tuvok is an expert at making sweets, though he hasn't in a long time. Sugar gets Vulcans drunk.
Honestly have you listened to how Tuvok talks? How completely sassy he is? Like Vulcans are already sassy but he's got it fucking down. He's got experience.
This headcanon spawned a few other scenarios where Tuvok helps Cadet Janeway loosen up, and while they were funny, I hit a snag.
Tuvok is over 100 years old; he couldn't have been at the academy while Janeway was a cadet.
My workaround for this was remembering Tuvok was an instructor at one point but then I got to thinking, "what were Tuvok's academy years like?"
And this brings me back to "It's pon farr night at the Vulcan nightclub."
There's a lot of odd things about this line:
This is said by an alien masquerading as a human in a fake Starfleet Headquarters. How would this Delta Quadrant alien know what Pon farr is?
Seriously there's 2 pon farr episodes in Voyager and the only reason Tom knows what's happening in the second one is cause in the first one B'Elanna got fucked up by Vorik and he had to help her
Even if that particular random member of Species 8472 had read enough information and sifted through enough archives to know what Pon Farr is, why would she have said it? Chakotay was masquerading as another member of the species, it's hella odd to flirt using the mating season of another species, especially with how secret Pon Farr actually is
I'm still going on about this why would all of Species 8472 think it important to know that one species of the Federation mates violently every few years
Why would there be a Vulcan nightclub? They're Vulcans for God's sake.
Even if there was a Vulcan nightclub there's no way in hell they'd have a special day named after Pon Farr like I said it's supposed to be secret.
AND even if you try to explain it away as "well it's a simulation right maybe Species 8472 just made it themselves" Species 8472 took immense care to make the environment as accurate as possible.
So all of this makes the line, on its own, really fucking weird (of course you can say it's just a cheeky reference but that's lame).
And this brings me back to Tuvok. Tuvok is over 100 years old. In this particular episode, he's 111. He entered the academy over 80 years ago.
Remember that "party animal Tuvok" headcanon I mentioned?
I propose, that Tuvok, in a drunken act, with a 23rd century equivalent of a lampshade over his head, once got shitfaced and shouted "It's Pon Farr night!" Before continuing other drunken shenanigans.
I propose the incident became notorious among cadets, and over time the phrase ended up becoming a colloquialism for getting fucked up, despite the fact that none of them know the true meaning of the phrase.
TL;DR: "It's Pon Farr night at the Vulcan nightclub" is the result of Tuvok getting shitfaced a long time ago and the phrase ended up becoming popular without the other cadets truly understanding its meaning.
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skenpiel · 3 years ago
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pon farr night at the vulcan nightclub
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lesbian-of-nine · 4 years ago
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i love putting star trek quotes/references in my discord status to confuse the everloving fuck out of my friends
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deepspacedukat · 2 years ago
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Begin Again - Part 6
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I’ve been enjoying writing this waaayyyy too much. Koss is just such a perfect target for teasing and...yep. Anyway, enjoy!
Part 1 here. Part 2 here. Part 3 here. Part 4 here. Part 5 here.
Cross-posted to AO3 here.
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Koss (ST:ENT) x Reader
[A/N: This is smut adjacent with mentions of innuendo, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]
Warnings: Mutual pining, mild innuendo, discussion of a wet dream, ozh’esta (Vulcan finger kiss), public flirting Vulcan style, Soval gives The Pon Farr Talk, one of the two idiots begins to put two and two together.
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I really should have taken Koss’s robe back to him the next day. That would have been the logical, polite thing to do, but I didn’t. The night he’d lent it to me, I fell asleep wearing it. I didn’t mean to, really I didn’t. I laid down - just for a few minutes to attempt to process what had happened between us - and the comforting, familiar scent of my neighbor on his robe lulled me to sleep before I could even consider taking it off.
Embarrassingly, even my dreams weren’t free of his influence. My subconscious mind had latched onto the sensation of Koss sweeping me up in his arms as if I weighed nothing at all. The soothing sturdiness of his warm, strong chest against my bare skin and the heady realization that we were entirely nude while in such close proximity had made my head spin in the moment. In my dreams, that became the main focus.
Images of impassioned kisses and breathy moans against burning skin flashed through my mind, making for a rather rude awakening by my morning alarm. Waking up hot and bothered was one thing, but to do it while wrapped in Koss’s robe? That felt entirely scandalous.
My morning routine was a blur that day, and when I got to the Embassy to start my shift, I realized I’d tossed Koss’s robe on over my uniform tunic instead of my own. Leaving it draped over my chair in my office, I tried to get through the day without anyone being the wiser about my little mix-up. Soval even caught sight of it once, but if he recognized the robe as Koss’s, he didn’t give any indication of it.
One Embassy employee must not have liked my perfume, though. He gave a little sniff when we were in the lift together, and he promptly turned a rather dark shade of green as he averted his gaze. Huh. Oh well. That wasn’t the weirdest thing to happen to me. Making a mental note to wear a different perfume on my next shift, I brushed that off and got on with my day.
A few evenings later, I prepared to give the borrowed robe back to my neighbor. There had been several opportunities to return it to him, but...well, I just couldn’t seem to bring myself to do it. I was almost embarrassed that I’d waited so long. After all, it wasn’t as if Koss was my partner. How could I excuse my behavior? Surely it would seem illogical to a Vulcan if I said ‘I kept your robe a little longer than I should have because your scent relaxes me.’ That would only make Koss think I was some kind of creep.
The evening that I was determined to return it to him, I washed it by hand and took the time to examine the fabric more closely. The deep, brown cloth was soft and well-worn. Koss had clearly spent many hours nestled in its warm embrace. There were many places along the robe’s length where Koss had mended tears and holes, but the bottom hem near one of the corners was beginning to come undone. A small smile made itself at home on my lips at his attention to detail where he’d sewn the robe back together. He’d matched the stitching exactly.
Attention to detail seemed to be a common theme with him. Even when it came to our socializing, Koss always made sure that I was comfortable and that my needs were met. I really needed to find some way to thank him.
As I folded the worn material, I had an idea. Hurrying downstairs and over to Koss’s door, I took a deep breath and rang his door chime. Koss looked thoroughly surprised to see me smiling up at him when his door slid open.
“Hi! Sorry, am I bothering you?”
“I always welcome your presence, but you do not typically visit me in the afternoons. Is everything alright, ashaya?” He asked as he stepped aside to allow me into his home.
“Yeah, I’m fine, I promise. I just wanted to, um...” I stammered, but I trailed off as I caught sight of his living space. Memories from the last time I was here swept up to greet me, and I blinked in surprise as I realized that being here again felt like coming home. Noticing how long I’d been silent, I cleared my throat and turned to face Koss. “I remembered that I still had your robe, so I’m here to return it.”
“Thank you, but there was no rush, I assure you,” he said walking over to me and accepting the folded robe. “Was that...all you came here to do?”
“No, actually. I was wondering if you were familiar with any farmer’s markets around here?” At his look of confusion, I tried to clarify. “A place that sells fresh local produce.”
“Ah. Yes, I am. There is one not far from here. Why? Are you not receiving adequate food supplies?” He seemed utterly alarmed and protective at the prospect, but I placed a calming hand on his arm.
“I’m well-fed, I promise. When it comes to Vulcan produce, though, the variety offered by the Embassy provisional department is a little limited. I wanted to try my hand at a sort of fusion cuisine, but I can’t seem to find the right kind of fruit. I was hoping a local market might offer something I haven’t had the chance to experience yet,” I explained, and Koss relaxed substantially. Even if he could never feel the same way that I did, it was sweet how much he cared for his friends. “You said there was one nearby?”
“Yes, it is a short walk from here. I can escort you there tomorrow morning, if that is convenient.”
“That’s very sweet of you, but I’m sure I can find my way without you having to play tour guide. Surely you have better things to do?”
“It is no bother,” Koss said setting his robe aside and taking a step closer to me. “Besides, I would happily be your ‘tour guide’ if you’d allow me.”
Did he look hopeful or was I projecting my own emotions onto him?
“Alright, then. I accept your offer.” Koss nodded his head in approval just as a small thump came from the door at the back of his home. We both turned to see I’Tol sitting with his big, fluffy paw against the glass.
“Your introduction to him was not...entirely pleasant. Would you be comfortable if I allowed him inside? Or would you prefer that I wait until you depart?”
I looked over at him and smiled.
“Oh, he’s just a big teddy bear. Go on.” At my permission, Koss walked over to the door and slid it open, letting the big fluff inside. Much more sedately than our previous encounter, the sehlat walked over and flopped on his back in front of me again. As I knelt and rubbed his belly, Koss strode over to us and sat beside me.
“How odd. I’Tol never behaves this way with others, yet he has done so twice with you,” he murmured, and I looked over to find my neighbor already observing me closely. Blushing under his intense gaze, I looked back at his saber-toothed bear.
“Maybe he can tell that I’m good with animals,” I suggested, but Koss just slid a little closer to me. “On Earth, there are people who believe that pets, especially dogs, can instinctively tell good people from bad.”
“If that is true of sehlats, then you are undoubtedly an exceptional person,” Koss murmured. When I looked over at him, he was wearing an expression that was so open and full of kindness that my breath hitched in my throat. He really meant it.
With a rustle of fur, I’Tol stood and padded off to a large cushion at the side of the living space that appeared to be his bed, and Koss and I got to our feet.
“Thank you for letting me see him again. I’ll um...I’ll leave you in peace. See you tomorrow?”
Koss agreed and walked me to the door. As I made my way home, I wondered what that look of his had meant.
--
The next morning, I donned a set of lightweight robes for the trek to the marketplace. It turned out to be a shorter distance than I’d anticipated. How had I not found this place sooner?
What must have been dozens of stalls were set up with vendors selling produce and pieces of local craftsmanship. Vulcans of every shape, size, and color milled about examining various items and speaking quietly amongst themselves.
As Koss and I chatted and made our way through the crowd, something bounced off my leg with a little grunt. Looking down, I spotted a young girl looking up at me with wide eyes.
“Ni'droi'ik nar-tor,” she stammered as if she was afraid that I’d hurt her. I supposed that my ears didn’t help. Bumping into an alien in the middle of a Vulcan market must have been startling. Releasing Koss’s arm, I smiled and helped her carefully to her feet. Brushing a bit of dirt off her robe, I noted that she didn’t appear hurt, at least.
“T’Ria,” a voice called, and the little girl called back. A Vulcan woman made her way through the crowd as I stood straight again, and she glanced between myself and her child. The two exchanged a few quiet words in Vuhlkansu, and the mother gave me a small, respectful nod of her head. “Lesek, t’sai...osu.”
We returned her gesture and the two went about their business. When I looked back at Koss, he was examining me as if he was attempting to decipher a puzzle.
“Did I do something wrong?” My voice seemed to knock him back to reality.
“No. Not at all,” he said, but his voice sounded rougher than before.
Once we returned to our path through the stalls, we finally found the section that would hopefully yield the results I wanted: the fruit stalls. I didn’t recognize the majority of the fruit being displayed, so I quietly asked Koss what they were.
Several sounded intriguing, but it wasn’t until we reached a vendor selling little yellow i’su’ke berries that I knew I’d found what I was looking for. Koss described them as being tart, but pleasant if accompanying something sweet. The bright pink ones beside them were called g’teth berries, and they were, apparently naturally sweet.
Perfect.
Removing my hand from his arm to examine the fruit, I purchased just enough to make the surprise I was planning, plus a little extra. There was something to be said about having a little more than you needed when experimenting with a new recipe. Mistakes were bound to happen, after all.
Exchanging the correct amount of currency with the kindly vendor, I stowed the fruit in my shopping bag. When I turned back to where Koss had been standing only a moment before, he was nowhere to be seen. Glancing around, I spotted his broad shoulders moving back through the crowd toward me with something in his hand.
He led me to an empty side section of the market before speaking again.
“Forgive my absence, ashalik. While you were occupied, I made a small detour to another stall. Would you indulge me for a moment by turning around?” I looked at him curiously, but I did as he asked. Why wouldn’t I? The warmth of his presence moved closer to me, and his arms reached around me.
Within his grasp was a silver chain with a deep, red stone - I took a guess that it was a garnet or something similar. The way the light reflected and refracted off the stone’s many facets put any other jewelry I owned to shame. Once the necklace was secured around my throat, Koss swept my hair out from under the metal to its former position. Was I imagining things or did his fingers linger just a beat longer than was necessary over my pulse?
“I thought this pendant appropriate for one whose passions have carried her across the stars,” he murmured somewhat closer to my ear than I had expected. This felt like more than just a casual gift from a friend, though. I knew what I so desperately wanted it to be, even if it was impossible. “You are an admirable, venerable woman, and knowing you is my greatest pleasure.”
I didn’t know what to say. What could I say in the wake of such a sincere compliment?
Before I could find my voice and the correct words to say, part of the crowd moved closer to us, and Koss grasped my hand lightly to guide me away. A few moments later, he pulled me carefully to a stop outside a small shop with his hand still holding mine.
“Would you like to share some tea before we return home? I am familiar with this particular tea maker. He is quite skilled.” He looked so hopeful. How could I possibly refuse?
Smiling up at him, I agreed, and Koss escorted me inside.
“Shif pasu.” The waiter nodded his head at Koss’s request before leading us to a table for two in a secluded little corner. This felt surprisingly intimate, just like many of the other things we’d done together. Was I crazy or was there more to our interactions than I’d previously assumed?
When we were served a single, slightly larger than normal cup of tea, I looked at Koss curiously.
“Is this a Vulcan custom?” A hint of green dusted his cheeks at my question.
“It is, ashaya. However, if you would prefer a second cup–”
“No, no, this is perfectly fine. I was just curious. I’m afraid I don’t know as much about your culture and customs as I should outside of the diplomatic arena,” I explained, and he visibly relaxed.
“I would be gratified to teach you whatever you wish to know,” he said gesturing for me to take the first sip. As I did so, he continued. “For example, this particular custom is traditionally a gesture of trust and familiarity between two individuals. This tea shop is often frequented by couples beginning a courtship.”
“Really?” I asked as I set the cup back down in the middle of the table. “May I ask why that is?”
“To share food and drink - resources which have been scarce throughout our planet’s history - signifies one person’s desire to ensure the survival of the other,” he explained before taking a sip of the tea.
“So...the pair two tables to our left is sharing a cup, as well. Are they...’courting,’ as you called it?” The term sounded rather Victorian, but I wasn’t about to criticize them. I was just happy to be learning something new about Koss and his people. He glanced over at the table I’d indicated, then back at me.
“I have no doubt that they are,” he replied sounding certain of the fact.
“But they’re behaving just like anyone else. Besides the tea, I can’t see anything that sets their behavior apart. What makes you so sure?” I asked curiously, and the barest hint of mischief sparkled in his eyes.
“Look at their hands,” he instructed quietly. I did so as stealthily as I could manage, and I saw that atop the table, the man’s first two fingers were resting over the same fingers on the woman’s hand. When I looked back at my companion, he must have realized that only raised more questions than it answered. “That is quite intimate physical contact.”
What? But Koss had held my hands much more firmly than that tiny, little point of contact. Why was that so different?
“How so?” At my question, he blushed more prominently.
“Lay your hand on the table in the same position as theirs,” he murmured, and I did as he said - of course I did. I trusted him, after all. Delicately, Koss laid his hand on the table, allowing two of his fingers to lay atop mine. A soft, pleasant, dizzying sort of warmth wound its way up my arm from the point of contact, and I looked up at my neighbor curiously. “This is a variation of a gesture called an ozh’esta.”
“Does it always feel like...like this?” I had no idea how to describe the sensation he’d thrust upon me, but I had to assume this was normal for this particular gesture.
“I do not know. What are you feeling?” He asked looking almost surprised.
“Warmth, I suppose, but that doesn’t quite describe it fully. This feels different somehow,” I murmured, realizing how ridiculous I must have sounded.
“I...was unaware that Humans could experience what we do with the ozh’esta. Your species has no telepathic ability,” he muttered. Telepathy? Was that why Vulcans dislike physical contact? Tilting his head curiously, he blinked and the warmth his touch had inspired changed to a subtle, pulsing, tingling sensation. “And now?”
I described it to the best of my ability, and Koss’s eyes darkened as his pupils dilated. After a short burst of what felt like pure pleasure, he removed his hand from mine and took a bracing sip of tea.
“Forgive me. I should not have behaved so inappropriately.”
“You didn’t, Koss, I promise.” I touched his wrist lightly, and he looked at me with surprise written all over his face. Giving him a small smile, I tried to reassure him. “You were teaching me. Thank you for the lesson and for the insight into your culture.”
“You...are welcome,” he said just above a whisper as I sipped our tea. Once our cup was empty, Koss paid the tab and we made our way back toward home.
We paused outside my door moments later, and I turned to face him. He was already looking at me with an expression that - if he’d been Human - I’d have described as softly affectionate. But he couldn’t feel that way about me.
“I just want to thank you for today. I know you probably had better things to do, but I really enjoyed myself. I mean, that’s no surprise, really, because I always enjoy spending time with you, Koss.”
“As do I, ashaya,” he murmured as his eyes skimmed my face.
“You know, if you come by after your evening meal tomorrow, I’ll have a surprise ready for you,” I said with a little wink. Koss tilted his head curiously, but before he could ask what I meant, I stood on my tiptoes and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. “See you for a swim tonight?”
“I...Yes, of course,” he stammered, and I gave him one last smile before heading inside. Now, all I had to do was make sure the recipe would work the way I wanted.
--
The next day, Soval and I arrived in the Embassy lobby at the same time. We offered each other the ta’al salute as usual, and made our way to the turbolift.
“I take it you had a pleasant day of rest?” Soval inquired as the lift began moving. He sounded almost amused.
“I did, but what’s with the tone?” I asked curiously, but all he did was raise an eyebrow.
“Koss escorted you to the market stalls yesterday, did he not?”
“He did, but how did you know that?” There was no reason for my cheeks to start burning, yet they did. We hadn’t done anything wrong.
“I saw a pair resembling the two of you. The male seemed to be quite a dedicated provider,” Soval stated, and my cheeks heated further. “You were aware that his behavior is that of a male who wishes to win a potential mate’s affections, were you not?”
“I...Soval, you’ve got it all wrong. Koss doesn’t see me like that. I’m not a Vulcan woman.” We stepped out of the lift and started walking toward our shared office. “We went shopping and shared some tea. That’s all.”
“Do you view him as a potential mate?” He asked, and I stopped in my tracks. I had strong feelings for Koss, that much I was certain of, but I knew he could never reciprocate them. Why should he?
“I like him probably more than is proper, but, ultimately, it doesn’t matter,” I murmured resuming my stride, and the Ambassador gave me a quizzical look.
“Explain.”
“Vulcans abhor emotional behavior. I’m a Human. We’re pretty damned emotional. I highly doubt that someone as illogical as I am would be seen as a viable choice for a romantic partner for a man like him.” The door to our office slid open, and we both stepped inside.
“But you do desire to be seen that way by him?” I barely managed an embarrassed nod of confirmation. “I submit to you that he already sees you as such.”
“Your evidence?” I expected no more than a knowing glance, but he surprised me.
“You wore his robe to the Embassy while it still held his scent. He would not have given that to you if he did not wish to express a desire to protect you. His scent was mixed with yours for the duration of the day. No doubt anyone who encountered you that day is now aware that you are under a Vulcan’s protection. Accompanying you to the market, adorning you with a piece of jewelry he’d purchased, and sharing tea with you in a public area - all are actions which illustrate his desire and ability to provide for you. Such behavior would be quite obvious to a Vulcan female as that of a male desiring courtship, because those traits are ones heavily and instinctively sought after in a future mate,” Soval said, but I could do no more than blink in surprise. “Has he attempted to demonstrate his physical fitness to you?”
Memories of our swims together flashed through my mind’s eye, including the time he’d swept me up in his arms so easily. Perhaps his teasing wasn’t quite as innocent as I’d previously assumed it to be.
“Should I take your silence as a confirmation?” I nodded my head silently, then another thought occurred.
“What...? I mean, does serving someone breakfast count as a demonstration that you can provide for them?”
Soval’s eyes widened almost comically.
“I will not ask how that particular opportunity arose, but if he did so unprompted, then yes. I believe it was,” he said with a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
Oh my god, had Koss been trying to flirt with me the whole time? Was I really so oblivious? Had I done anything to make him think I was rejecting him?
“Ambassador, I should warn you that Vulcan males can be quite single-minded when they have decided that someone would be their ideal mate. If you wish to dissuade him, you must do so clearly and quickly–”
“What if I wanted to reciprocate?”
Soval leaned back against his desk with an almost proud tilt to his chin. Had he been hoping for this outcome?
“It would appear that you are already doing quite well on your own, despite not being fully aware of the implications of your actions,” he stated tilting his head slightly. “By allowing him to complete these tasks and showing your gratitude for them, you have demonstrated that you are open to - and accepting of - his attentions. However, it is likely that he is aware of the vast cultural difference between your species. As such, he may not view these reciprocal gestures as intentional. You may need to be a bit more overt in your own actions.”
At his advice, a plan began to form in my mind. Maybe there was a way I could show Koss how I felt.
“One last concern, which I suspect will become relevant soon: how much do you know of Vulcan biological cycles?” The deep, emerald blush that ignited to the tips of Soval’s ears made my eyes widen. At my confused look, he set the office door to conference mode so that we wouldn’t be disturbed. Clearly, whatever I knew wasn’t as thorough as whatever he was about to tell me. “We do not speak of such things publicly or to outsiders, but yours is...a unique situation. Every seven years...”
~*~*~
Vulcan Words:
ashaya = love
ni'droi'ik nar-tor = I am sorry
lesek = thank you
t’sai = Lady (as an honorific title)
osu = sir
ashalik = darling
shif = pair
pasu = table
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its pon farr night at the vulcan nightclub
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