#minara

[romeo-the-homeo]

[dani-ya-dig]

I think we as a fandom need to come to a conclusion on wether E’laetum and Minara are in love or are a lesbian and gay man duo

[goddesstrolls]

I am going to keep being annoying until people pay attention to her

have 1 very suspicious and angry woman. Yes she stole pieces of other people's armor to wear.

[cashandprizes]

Me when Min'ara starts talking

Like damn baby, you sound fine as hell. Gimme a chance, miss ma'am

[foxybatty]

See you in the New World!!

[ahandfulofm0ss]

Post I think ppl would make if my dsmp oc's got popular (Idk man I'm bored)

🌅 herecomedatboi Follow

Favorite thing about Mina/Minara, go

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🐭 ratwithaknife Follow

The man who said said "hot" is getting put in exile and whoever said "serving cunt" is 100% correct

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🥀 minaswifecanon Follow

Person who said "serving cunt" here, that was a half joking answer but here's my genuine answer:

My genuine favorite thing about Mina/Minara is how great of a villain she is. She doesn't have any tragic backstory or traumatic driving source for her evilness, she just likes having power and money, and it's genuinely my favorite trope in villains ever.

I also love the trope of female villains that fall under the previous trope that also fall under the "hates men" trope.

I just love women villains in general y'all, especially when they're thoroughly thought through and in general just given layers.

And yes, all while doing this, she does indeed serve cunt.

[crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf]

“What's your pleasure, master?”

Tech x F!Reader One Shot

Summary:

Your main objective as a gift for this battle celebration is to make sure everyone is visibly enjoying themselves... it would insult the king after all if any one were to look bored or uninterested at HIS party. So this tall, goggled soldier... one specially invited no less, with his head buried in a data pad sitting quietly by himself is a bit of a problem. Possibly a political one. You need to get him enjoying himself before any one takes note.

WC: 3,612 - Read on Ao3

Content Warning:

Smut. Tech losing his virginity to a(n implied) Sex Slave. That's it, that's the plot. Oral (m and f recieving), unprotected piv and creampie. The rest of the squad briefly being embarrassing. Orgy mention.

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The sash on your hips jingled as you made your way through the floor, serving drinks from the golden tray chained to your wrists. 

You offer the tray to a well dressed diplomat chatting with local royalty. Their speech faltered as they took the drink, eyes lingering on your bare breasts almost resting on the tray as you lifted it to them. You rolled your eyes as you turned to the next group

Off worlders.

A few more drinks, a bit more idle chatter, and plenty of ogling from the visiting Republic Politicians and their veritable horde of soldiers… and your tray was empty. The guests were mostly upper Command but a few squads that distinguished themselves in battle received special invitations. Your neutral planet could import supplies again because of them. 

You returned the tray to Minara and she undid the locks on your arms with a tiny key. 

“Look there,”

She pointed with her chin to a darker corner of the plushy gala hall. 

Sunk into one of the deep sofas, trying not to look conspicuous it seemed, was a tall, slender man. Hair slicked back, goggles turned down at the holopad he was attempting to hide with his body against the arm rest. 

Someone prefers to read at functions…

“Make sure all our guests are enjoying our hospitality.”

She pushed you in the direction of the corner, before turning to circulate more drinks onto the floor. 

As you approached you scanned around the lone soldier… he must've been a soldier, clothes scruffy, the look hastily assembled for a party well above their pay grade; but they were rarely alone. Didn't take long to spot the rest of his squad, not too removed. The big one was making a loud show of picking up girls two at a time to bounce on his flexing biceps to much giggling. The others were already sunk into the couches, arms about their own party favors. 

Finally even with the slim one you sank onto the ottoman before him clearing your throat. 

Sharp eyes flick up to meet yours. 

“What's your pleasure, master?”

“I'm fine, thank you.”

His tone was dismissive, looking back down without even a consideration. Either he was completely uninterested or incredibly shy. 

“I can fetch a male if you prefer…”

You glance back to the more involved squad members wistfully… they're preferences seemed varied… but at least they were eager. 

“I said I'm fine.”

More tension in the voice now, that's the opposite of what you needed. You glanced back to the floor manager and she caught your eyes, scrunching her brow in the direction of the unreceptive man in front of you. You sighed,

“You're going to get me reprimanded, master…”

He put the data pad down abruptly. 

“Excuse me?”

“You're not accepting the King's gifts… it can be seen as an insult, … I can't let that happen, at least let me sit with you,”

You pouted, batting your lashes exaggeratedly. He looked up with real attention now, scanning the crowd and catching the questioning glances from the locals. 

“Ah… I didn't realize, there were some mention of the gift culture of this planet but I didn't expect…”

He trailed off, eyeing you sitting in front of him, naked besides the belled sash tied around your hip. 

“Is that a yes?”

A gulp, a nod, and he tentatively picked his data pad back up; shifting slightly to make a space on the sofa. You rose your brow, and instead sat in his lap, straddling his hips. 

“Oh…”

A flush was working up his cheeks. Uninterested or shy? 

You leaned casually, careful where you put your weight on his legs. 

“Why don't you rest it here?”

With gentle hands you guided him to set the data pad across your breasts, acting as a podium for his… you looked at the pad upside down, biology of megafauna notes?

“..uh-em…”

He was flustered but seemed at a loss, mind racing behind his eyes as he tried to plot a course of action. With a small whine he frantically started to hit buttons on the data pad, pausing when he remembered your breasts on the other side of the translucent screen. He had pulled up a brochure to your planet. You weren't sure that was going to help. 

“It'd be easier to ask, master,”

“...right. Uh, What am I expected to… do… uh, with my gift?”

You tilted your head, glancing at the rest of his squad already leagues ahead in the festivities. Surely he understood the… concept. 

“I'm here for your use, what that may be is for you to decide… baring anything a bacta tank couldn't fix,”

His eyebrows flew up at that, imagination no doubt running wild. That earlier flush was starting to turn a deep red over his ears and cheeks. 

It can't be that…

You glanced back at the squad, comfortable with themselves and the situation, and then back down to the blushing man under you. 

“Tell me, master… have you not celebrated your manhood yet?”

“You could… certainly word it like that,”

His face went completely red now, sinking into the sofa and away from you, clutching his data pad to his chest defensively. 

“No, no, love, this is exciting…”

You soothed, cupping his hot cheeks. 

“I can show you how, as slow as you wish, master …”

“I was… under the impression,”

He looked away,

“The first time should be with someone special…’

You glanced back at the other soldiers. 

“Was that how it was for them?”

“I think they thought so,”

“And how special are those first people now?”

His brow furrowed, deciding how to process your logic. 

“Has there not been someone special for you?”

“I'm… No. I'm not sure how to quantify this… ‘special’ variable…”

You turned his face back to yours, trying again,

“Special is a changing energy, unstable, I think feeling safe is more favorable for… such decisions,”

His speech patterns were difficult for you to mimic, but the little manipulation seemed to be working; the tension in his thighs relaxing under you with the comfort of false familiarity.  

“How does safe apply in this context?”

“Well… it's a rather vulnerable state, and needs a lot of experimentation,”

“... Experimenting…”

It was low, under his breath; but you caught the flicker of interest finally stirring behind those lensed eyes as something clicked for him. You smile softly, picking up the direction to steer him.

“And I'm meant to feel safe with you?... You're a stranger…”

You raised your hands in surrender,

“I exist to please, not to judge or harm, and I have the experience to guide you…”

Eyes behind amber lenses narrowing in thought.

“You seem like you have a healthy curiosity. There must be a few questions I can help you…answer?”

His disposition was changing fast though some reservation remained as he glanced about the wide hall. The cushioned and draped space was filled with people, slowly dissolving into a chaos of flesh as the night grew deeper and the alcohol flowed. 

“Does… does it have to be here?”

He asked in a small voice, glancing at his squad mates who had started to take notice of you straddling their comrade. The silver haired one nudging the inked man next to him to turn to you as well. 

“We can go somewhere private, if you wish? Master…”

“Please…”

You slid from his lap, gently prying a hand from where it was locked to the data pad to lead him away with you. You caught an approving nod from Minara as you disappeared with him into the back hallways. 

Turning into a standard room, low lights, burning resins, and a soft platform at the center of the room piled with large, silky pillows. You closed the door behind you and the lock clicked as the door swished shut. 

He looked at you and you looked at him in the dim light. Tall- and now that you really considered him… quite handsome, standing more confidently away from prying eyes. Your pulse quickened at your luck. 

“Is it okay if I record this?”

“Oh, um… Yes?”

He made no move to change anything, leaving you to guess the goggles he sported were already recording long before you approached him. Clever… they weren't likely to take a seeing aid from you at the door. 

The real question though, was where to start. 

“Would you like to get undressed?”

You approached his back, running your hands over his hips from behind. 

“Would you like me to undress you?”

He stiffened at your touch, an involuntary twitch from the v of muscle over his waistband as your fingers brushed against it through the thin shirt. 

“Ah, um no… clothes. For now.”

He stepped out of your hold, putting some distance between you and you held your hands up disarmingly,

“As you wish… do relax though,”

You made your way to the edge of the low bed and sat. 

“You're in control here, master… nothing will happen unless you want it too,”

He took a deep breath,

“Sorry…”

“No need,”

It was clear you'd still need to hold the reins a while,

“Are you more curious about me or yourself?”

He considered the question,

“How so?”

“Do you want to know more about pleasuring yourself or a woman?”

The more direct question had him blushing again,

“I've uh… I know, I mean I've… released before,”

You clenched your jaw to keep from giggling at his fluster. It was rather cute, but you didn't want to frighten him any more than he was. 

“Sit, master”

You patted the bed next to you,

“Tech…”

“Hmm?”

“Call me Tech… master doesn't feel…”

“Okay, Tech,”

You patted again, more insistently.

He sat, far more upright than need be. You moved to the floor to kneel between his legs, looking up at him and he gulped. 

“We'll go slow, you already know yourself… we'll take it one step further. To start,”

You winked up at him, once again making for his pants fasteners. 

“Is this okay?”

He nodded, jaw clenching as he watched you undo the fly of his slacks, breath catching as you reached in to stroke his cock before withdrawing it. 

“Already feels different, doesn't it?”

He nodded again, content to observe as you stroked his hardening length. His eyes were darting between watching your hand and then watching you, watching him. Every time his eyes meet yours the member in your hand twitches, hardening rapidly under your attention. It was time to escalate. 

Holding his eyes deliberately, you lowered your mouth to him, licking slowly over the swollen head in a move that made his breath hiss between his teeth and his eyes to widen. 

“Maker…”

Positive reaction. You continued running your tongue over his sensitive glans to work him into a pant. His hands found their way to your hair. Good, his instincts were kicking in; evidence in the little bucks of his hips as the need to be in your mouth started to overtake him.

You obliged, opening wider and letting him thrust forward. His eyes shut at the sensation of your warm mouth wrapping around him. You sucked gently, maintaining the bulk of control so that he didn't overwhelm himself. His composure broke with a wispy moan as you bobbed on him. His thigh pressed against you began to shake subtly and you slowed freeing him from your mouth with a pop, continuing gently with your hand. 

“Do you want to come like this, m- Tech?”

He took a shaky breath, hands tightening for a moment in your hair. 

“No… I'd like to… if I can?”

He was looking away. His shyness was indeed cute, he knew well enough what you were here for. 

“Of course. How would you like to have me?”

Silence as the pressure of such a decision weighed on him. 

“Would you like to lay with me as if a lover?... Or would you prefer a position where you could see what's happening?”

…

“I’d… I’d like to see,”

Somehow you knew that's what he’d choose. 

“Switch with me then.”

You moved to sit back on the bed, perched to the edge this time, and spread your thighs, making your bare sex beneath the tied sash obvious as he knelt on the floor in front of you. His eyes were moving over you swiftly, from shoulder to knees and everything in between; trying to take in every detail. You raised a brow as he reached forward, fingers hesitating just before your folds. 

“Can I… can I examine you?”

“You can. First time being so close?”

Just because he hadn't consummated it didn't mean he's never seen a naked woman. 

“... It is, I’d… like to take some time if that's okay,”

“This is for your pleasure, do what satisfies you,”

He relaxed, once again reaching out for you. The touch was very clinical at first. Prodding the less sensitive lips that hugged the rosy petals, pulling them away with his thumbs, spreading the pink folds to see the shape of them. He pulled the hood away from your clit, brushing the sensitive bundle of nerves as he went. You squeaked at the sudden contact to the exposed button, twitching slightly and drawing his gaze back to your face. He touched it again, gently, watching how your spine tightened. Then again, pushing much harder.  

“Ah! Careful,”

You gasped, the rough press jolting through you. 

“Sorry… does that hurt?”

“Not really, it's just… a strong sensation,”

He looked down between your legs again, and then, leaned in to flick his tongue against the spot. 

You gasped again, but lighter, almost a moan as his soft tongue pressed against you. Tentatively, mimicking the motions you used on him moments ago. Your back arched slightly, already turned on, but something about the way his eyes caught you, held you… you felt a more desperate heat start to build at the look in his eyes. He'd found something interesting to investigate. 

He was testing methods, swift flicks, long hard drags; each time watching to see what it did to you… it was hard to believe he hadn't done this before. 

“You're a fast learner…”

He scoffed, harsh breath hot against where he was still pressed to your quim. 

“I am an exceptional learner.”

The sudden arrogance threw you a moment, but it barely registered as he sucked you into his mouth causing a wave of pleasure to crash into you. How'd he know to do that? Almost as if to prove his point he licked hard and rhythmic driving you to an edge…

“How?”

The notion was lost as you came. Your back was arched, and your head thrown back but you knew he was still watching, still studying the effects of his motions. As the surge of ecstasy ebbed from you, you pushed away from him, gasping. 

“Stop… stop for now…”

“What happens if I don't?”

He had folded his arms on the edge of the bed where you were moments ago, resting his chin on them to gaze at you, waiting. It was a genuine question.

You caught your breath, trying to figure out how to explain. 

“When you've taken care of yourself before, how easy is it to do one right after another?”

“I do not know. I've never needed a second release so soon.”

You must not get bored often…

“Uh… it's intense. The strong sensation can be more… painful, if you're not careful.”

“And if you are careful?”

“It can still feel good, I can still come… faster even.”

“So why stop?”

“It's overwhelming.”

“I don't understand.”

“I'm not sure you will till you… experience it I suppose,”

“Hmm, and you don't want to be overwhelmed… now?”

He was subtly reaching for your ankle making to draw you back. You weren't sure how to say you didn't need to be kriffed silly on the clock. 

“There's other things to cover…”

…

“I agree.”

You let him grab your leg tugging you eagerly to lay over the edge of the bed again. His fingers found you once more, this time concerning himself with the opening beneath the slick petals. He slipped a finger inside, tilting his head at the way your muscles squeezed around it. 

“I fit here…”

He wasn't addressing you, talking to himself softly in a tone of wonderment. 

“Are you ready? Tech?”

He blinked, looking to you again he withdrew his hand, raising on his knees to bring his cock back into view. He held himself, soothing his aching length by massaging the precum that started to leak out into the throbbing head. 

“A moment…”

He paused, pulling his shirt off and tugging the pants the rest of the way off, kicking them away.

“Now I am.”

He positioned himself against your dripping entrance, angling his face to watch what he was doing as he started to push into you. 

You let out a pleased groan as he filled you, slowly, meticulously watching his length disappear into you. He swore as he bottomed out against your thighs.  

“It's so…hot.”

He was still, eyes closed, cock twitching, face calm as he contemplated the sensation of warming his cock in a woman. You found yourself enjoying his… methods. The slow, contemplative way of operating a welcome change to the usual rushed rutting of your work. 

“I'm going to move now.”

“Would you prefer me to stay still or move with you?”

…

“Still… for now.”

He took hold of your hips and rocked back, pulling his cock out almost fully before thrusting back in, only slightly faster than before. 

“Mm”

His eyes flicked to your face a moment as he withdrew again. A shorter, harder thrust, pulling a moan of pleasure from you. 

Small nod to himself and he repeated the motion, moving his hips more confidently as he was rewarded with more pleasant noises from you. It was hard not to rock your hips against him, the feel of him against your sensitive walls easing a fuzzy feeling of bliss into your mind, urging you to chase it. 

“You can move now… I can feel you trying too…”

He let go of your hips, leaning to plant his hands to either side of you on the mattress. Grateful, you reached out wrapping your arms about his ribs to pull him down to his elbows and wrapping your knees about him to give yourself leverage. He groaned as he felt your legs tie around him, triggering that primal instinct he had held at bay till now. 

No longer concerned with observation, he gave in, wrapping his arms about you to hop your body further up the bed against the silk pillows climbing the rest of the way on with you. He crashed against you, bare chest pressed against your breasts as he kept snapping his hips against you. Tech was whispering to himself, little observations you decided to take as compliments as he lost himself in you. You scooped your hips to meet him, intensifying your own stimulation. 

“Just like that, Tech, you're doing so well…”

His breath hitched at the praise and then his lips were on yours, the kiss unexpected and hungry as his thrusts became a hammering flurry. 

It was too much and your muscles snapped tight. You moaned into his mouth as your orgasm crashed through you. He was moaning too, gasping against your lips as his focus started to dip. His hips stuttered as a brief moment of clarity broke through…

“Inside?”

“Mhmm, come for me Tech,”

He buried himself to the hilt, pressing his lips hard against yours as if to hold you still again. The feral instinct to fill you satiated itself as thick loads of cum poured from him; You could feel it shooting from his twitching cock, hot little jolts rushing through you. A sense of pride filled you, knowing you had received his first spilled seed. 

Your lips were released with a gasp and he rolled off you, attempting to catch his breath a moment, hand yanking his goggles off to wipe at the sweat on his forehead. 

Shifting to the side, you watched him, his eyes closed, breath slowing… hand still clutching the goggle strap draped over his brow. He really was handsome.

His eyes fluttered open, and you could tell they were brown now as they slid up your body to meet your gaze once again. 

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

“...very much…”

He pulled his goggles back on, moving to gently spread your thighs, watching as his cum leaked from your twitching sex. 

Suddenly there was a pounding at the door making you both jump, followed by raucous wolf whistles and whooping from the other side in the hall.

Tech groaned, leaning his head against your thigh. 

“Tech, Tech, Tech!”

It was his squad mates, but how'd they figure the room… you were sure they hadn’t followed. 

“Don't tell me you have a tracer as well…”

You hissed at the man at your hip, once again a wonderful shade of scarlet. 

More pounding and whooping from the door. 

“They're going to get thrown out!”

“Knock it off, I'm coming!”

He shouted at the door. 

“I bet you are!”

A loud, gruff voice boomed back. 

~~~

You watched as the group of soldiers were escorted back to the entrance by security. As you had hoped, Tech looked up and around before they were pushed out the foyer. 

You wiggled your fingers at him in farewell. 

His squad mates were clapping him on the back, playfully kissing his temples and ruffling his hair. 

He smiled goofily back at you, bright red… but standing straight and tall. 

[vampire-biter]

Was I just sleep deprived when watching the newest video or did I hear we had a THIRD SOVEREIGN ON OUR SIDE WITH DE(A)MONS AND MAGIC PEOPLE AND ELATUM AND MINARA??

VEGA?

WHO WAS IT VEGA

EXPLAIN??

(Also please tell me if yall heard it to or if im crazy and just desperate for lore :( )

[shaidai]

Decided why not, and decided to design minara if they were a just mechs and beats character

GO FOLLOW @bgsartcavern THEIR ART IS FUCKING AMAZING GRAAAAAH

[fnafaskmeanything]

Hey, just a weird question, but what if I started posting a readable series AU of Ever After High? I'm thinking about calling it "Mirror Shards" based on the plot and stuff. If you need more context here:

Minara Queen is the daughter of the Evil Queen, and younger sister of Raven. On Legacy Day, she pledges to become just like her mom, to Raven's horror and Apple's delight. She often sneaks into the attic area where her mom's mirror is and asks her for advice, makeup tips, and anything that would make her an even better villain than her mom.

Any thoughts, improvements or ideas cause I am all ears.

[anonymousewrites]

Logos and Pathos (Book 3) Chapter Seven

TOS! Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Seven: Isolated Darkness

Summary: Spock, Kirk, (Y/N), and Bones find themselves in the strange laboratory of aliens experimenting on a mute empath.

            Captain’s Log: Orbiting the second planet of the Minaran star system. This star has long given evidence of entering a Nova Phase, and six months ago a research station was established to make close-up studies of the star as its end approaches. Minara is now entering a critical period, and the Enterprise has been ordered to evacuate the station before the planet becomes uninhabitable. Yet out attempts to contact the station’s personnel have been, so far, unsuccessful.

            “Dust,” said (Y/N), examining the tools strewn about the research station. Bones, Spock, and Kirk milled about the room around them.

            “Apparently, these instruments have not been recently used,” said Spock.

            Kirk blew dust off an item. “Record tape. Maybe it’ll tell us something about the personnel that lived here,” he said.

            “Enterprise to Captain Kirk. Come in, please.” Scotty’s voice came over the communicator.

            “Kirk here. What is it, Enterprise?”

            “Scotty here, sir,” replied the engineer. “Our instruments have picked up a gigantic solar flare with very high levels of cosmic rays accompanying it.”

            “How bad?” said Kirk as Spock looked up and made eye-contact with (Y/N) at the news.

            “An enormous one,” reported Scotty. “Our sensors indicate the cosmic ray measures 3.51 on the Ritter scale. That’ll play the very devil with the crew, as well as the ship.”

            “At this rate, it will take exactly 74.1 solar hours for the storm to pass,” reported Spock.

            “Get that ship out of there,” said Kirk to Scotty. “Stay at minimum distance for absolute safety.”

            “Aye, aye, sir,” said Scotty. “We’ll beam you up in—”

            “Negative, we’re staying here,” said Kirk. “The atmosphere of the planet will protect us. Get that ship out of there, Scotty.”

            “Very well, sir. Scotty out.” The communicator shut off.

            “Mr. Spock, what about that tape?” asked Kirk, returning to the task at hand.

            Spock sat in front of the computer, and (Y/N) leaned over him as he put the tape in. “Remember, Captain, that what we see on this tape happened approximately three months ago.”

            A recording of two men in the research station appeared on the screen.

            “I don’t think I can stand another week in this godforsaken place,” grumbled one researcher.

            The conversation was interrupted as the ground shook. The scientists paused as if it was a common occurrence before resuming to speak.

            “ ‘In His hand are the deep places of the Earth,’ ” quoted one scientist. “Psalm 95, verse four. Looks like He was listening.”

            And then a buzz pierced the air. The researchers clutched their ears and ran to escape the sound, but a flash of light cut across the camera, and when the vision cleared, the men were gone.

            “They disappeared,” said (Y/N), furrowing their brow.

            “What happened to them?” wondered Kirk.

            Unfortunately, someone or something was listening to him, and a high-pitched buzzing pierced the air.

            “Where’s that sound coming from?” griped Bones.

            “Spock, can you pinpoint it?” shouted Kirk over the sound.

            “Negative, Captain. It doesn’t register,” said Spock.

            (Y/N) groaned and covered their ears. A moment later, a bright light flashed, and (Y/N) was gone.

            Spock’s eyes widened, and he started at their disappearance. “T’hy’la?” Another flash, and he disappeared.

            “Spock?! (L/N)?!” Kirk stumbled towards where they had stood. He looked at Bones in worry, and then the light blinded him once more. Bones was gone; Kirk was alone. “Bones! Spock! (L/N)!” Another flash.

            The research station was left empty.

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            (Y/N) opened their eyes to find themself on the floor of a dark, seemingly endless room. Bones, Kirk, and Spock sat up around them. Spock was quick to scan the room and stand up. Then he helped (Y/N) up and stood close to them before anything else could happen.

            “Is everyone alright?” asked (Y/N).

            “I’d be a lot better if I knew where we were,” said Bones.

            “We are exactly 121.32 meters beneath the planet’s surface,” said Spock.

            “How did we get here?” said Kirk.

            “Residual energy readings indicate we were beamed here by a matter-energy scrambler similar to our own transporter mechanism,” explained Spock.

            “That’s a nasty cut, Jim,” said Bones upon seeing Kirk had hit his head being transported. “Does it hurt?”

            “No,” said Kirk.

            “Captain, I can feel someone’s emotions,” said (Y/N). “It’s not one of us, but it’s quite strong.”

            Spock nodded in confirmation. “I am picking up a life-form reading, bearing forty-two, mark seven.”

            “One of the missing scientists?” asked Kirk urgently.

            “Negative. Although humanoid, it is definitely not homo sapiens,” said Spock.

            “Identification,” said Kirk.

            “Impossible. I can make no exact identification other than them being humanoid,” said Spock.

            “Let’s fine out ourselves, then,” said Kirk, getting out his phaser and setting it to stun. “Phasers to stun.”

            Carefully, the group walked forward. Spock remained in front of (Y/N) in case something attacked. He refused to just let them go into harm’s way. (Y/N) nodded as they drew closer, the emotions growing stronger.

            A light illuminated part of the barren, endless room in front of them to reveal a couch where a woman in purple lay unmoving. The emotions radiated from her.

            “Be careful,” murmured Kirk when Bones tried to step forward.

            “Well, she seems harmless enough,” said Bones.

            “The sand bats of Manark IV appear to be inanimate crystals, Doctor, until they attack,” said Spock wisely.

            The group tensed as the woman awoke and stretched. Upon seeing them, she cowered, silent and watchful. Her emotions were icy against (Y/N)’s skin, full of fear.

            “We’re not going to hurt you,” said (Y/N) gently.

            The woman looked at them and relaxed at their words, seemingly sensing their truth.

            “Is this your home?” asked Kirk. “Do you live here?”

            The woman didn’t answer. (Y/N) wondered if she just couldn’t. However, that still left it up to either muteness or being forced not to reply.

            Kirk glanced at his associates. “What about it, Spock, (L/N)? Analysis.”

            “She is the source of the strong emotions,” confirmed (Y/N). “And she definitely understands us.”

            “From what we know of the specific gravity and other environmental factors of this planet, a lifeform such as hers could not evolve here,” said Spock.

            Kirk nodded and put away his phaser. He knelt beside the woman. “Are you responsible for bringing us here?”

            The woman flinched at the accusation, putting her hands up as if shielding herself from his words and anger. (Y/N) tilted their head and moved towards the couch.

            “I don’t think she is,” said (Y/N).

            The woman brightened and looked up at (Y/N).

            “Bones,” said (Y/N), keeping their calming smile on their face to keep the woman relaxed. “Is she mute or is she being forced not to speak?”

            Bones scanned her and nodded. “She’s mute. No vocal cords. Not even vestigial. And I don’t think it’s a pathological condition.”

            “Explain,” said Kirk.

            “She appears to be perfectly healthy,” said Bones. “For the other, her lack of vocal cords could be physiologically normal for her species, whatever that is.”

            “A race of mute people, like the civilization on Gamma Vertis IV,” said Kirk.

            “That’s my observation, for whatever it’s worth,” said Bones.

            “Without speech, how could they communicate?” asked Kirk.

            “She could have some form of psychic abilities,” said Spock, lacing his hands behind his back.

            “What do you think, (L/N)?” asked Kirk. All heads turned to the resident empath.

            (Y/N) cocked their head. “It would explain why her emotions are stronger than most and how she understands us, but I’m not sure yet.”

            “Well, we can’t keep referring to her as ‘she’ as if she wasn’t here,” said Kirk. “Any ideas?”

            “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m going to call her Gem,” said Bones.

            “Gem, Doctor?” questioned Spock.

            “Well, that’s better than ‘hey, you,’ ” grumbled Bones.

            Kirk turned back to Gem. “I want to know why we’re here. I want to know what’s going on—”

            A bright light flashed, and Gem fell backwards.

            “And she knows,” said a new voice.

            The Starfleet officers turned to see two aliens in silver robes holding a weapon and gazing at them. Bones and Kirk froze, and Spock stepped in front of (Y/N).

            “I’m Capt—” started Kirk.

            “We are aware of your identity, Captain,” said one of the aliens.

            “Who are you?” asked Kirk. “Why did you bring us here?”

            “We are Vians. Do not interfere,” said Vian One.

            “What do you intend to do with us?” questioned Kirk.

            “Delay us no longer,” said Vian Two, ignoring Kirk’s question.

            Kirk stepped forward. “We come—”

            Vian One activated his weapon, and Kirk was thrown backward. Bones and Spock stiffened, and Gem looked fearful. (Y/N) narrowed their eyes.

            Kirk got to his feet and carefully approached the Vians again. “Since you already know who we are, you must also know that we come in peace.” He held his phaser on stun. “Our Prime Directive prohibits us on any interference—”

            The Vians fired, a light flashed, and Kirk’s phaser disappeared. Kirk’s eyes narrowed, and he lunged forward. The Vians fired again, and a bright light appeared, flashing and trapping them in place. The Vians walked around to the couch, and Gem cowered from them. They scanned her with their devices, and she convulsed uncomfortably.

            “I can’t seem to stand up,” groaned Kirk.

            “Don’t fight…the force field,” said Bones. “There’s something about it that upsets the body metabolism.

            “Not quite, Doctor,” said Vian One. “The field draws its energy from your bodies. The more you resist, the stronger the force field becomes.”

            “Ah. Sufficient,” said Vian Two after scanning Gem.

            They walked into the darkness and disappeared. The force field fell away a moment after, and Bones, Kirk, Spock, and (Y/N) were released.

            Kirk groaned. “There must be an exit other than the one we just saw.” There was no time to wait. They needed to get out of there before they discovered what the Vians wanted with them.

            “Correct, Captain,” said Spock.

            “Are you alright, Captain?” asked (Y/N). They could sense the whisps of his pain.

            “Don’t worry about me. She is clearly more affected,” said Kirk, facing Gem. “They may have hurt her.”

            He reached out to help her up, but the moment he touched her, she flinched and pulled away, covering her head in pain. Sure enough, whisps of pain emanated from her to (Y/N)’s senses. (Y/N)’s eyes widened as they watched Gem straighten, steel herself, and gently reach out to Kirk. They suspected they knew what she was. Gem put a hand on Kirk’s forehead and the other on his hand. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. The cut on Kirk’s forehead sealed and healed itself before the group’s eyes. The next moment, it appeared on Gem’s before healing again. Gem held her head and slumped over slightly in exhaustion. Using her abilities clearly tired her.

            “The pain is gone,” said Kirk in surprise. “She touched my head, and the pain is gone.”

            “And the wound is completely healed,” said Bones.

            “Gem is an empath,” said (Y/N). Gem brightened at (Y/N)’s realization and smiled. They were right.

            Kirk, Bones, and Spock looked at them. “I thought empaths manipulated emotions,” said Kirk.

            “Empaths deal with feelings,” corrected (Y/N). “That comes in a wide variety of abilities and specialties. Many empaths have a specific feeling they’re good at working with. It seems Gem can deal with pain and injuries better than most.” They frowned at Gem’s exhaustion. “Obviously, it still causes strain.”

            “But you’re good with every feeling,” said Bones.

            (Y/N) shrugged and smiled sheepishly. “I’m a bit of an anomaly.”

            “So you’re powerful even for a Celian or other empath’s standards,” said Bones.

            (Y/N) nodded in embarrassment. They didn’t like making it a big deal.

            “Doctor, there is a reason (Y/N) received so many job offers before they went to Starfleet. Their abilities are unparalleled,” said Spock proudly. (Y/N) turned pink at their boyfriend’s praise.

            “Enough about that,” said (Y/N), waving a hand. “Spock, did you figure out a way for us to leave?”

            Spock nodded and gestured to the darkness behind them. “In this direction, my tricorder is picking up a substantial collection of objects.”

            “Details,” said Kirk.

            “Electronically sophisticated items,” said Spock. “I’ve failed to understand why my tricorder previously gave no indication of them being out there.”

            “The Vians were likely hiding them,” said (Y/N). They crossed their arms. “If they’ve revealed them now, it must be for a reason.”

            Kirk sighed. “Unfortunately, we have no other options than to go and see what it is.”

            “Oh, perfect, let’s walk right into a trap,” grumbled Bones as he followed Kirk into the darkness.

            (Y/N) offered a hand to Gem, and she took it, standing next to them. It was clear the woman empath could sense the Celian was similar to her and trusted them. Spock stood beside (Y/N) and glanced around watchfully as (Y/N) took care of Gem.

            Together, the group walked into the darkness of the never-ending room.

            When they finally came out of the shadows into another circle of light, they found themselves surrounded by various stacks of strange computers and technology. Electric tones and sounds oscillated around them.

            “Fascinating,” said Spock.

            “Look at this stuff,” said Bones.

            Kirk walked away to another dark corner, and a light flicked on. His eyes widened. “Bones…Spock…(L/N)…Come here.” His friends joined him, and (Y/N) kept Gem’s arm looped around theirs to keep her close. They froze as they saw what the light had revealed to Kirk.

            Linke and Ozaba, the researchers who had gone missing on the tape, were suspended in two test tubes. The glass capsules were named “Subject” Linke and “Subject” Ozaba; scientists turned into experiments. Their faces and bodies were contorted in suffering, suspended in pain in death.

            “Jim, Spock, (L/N)…” Bone trailed off as he spotted something else. He walked to where four other capsules stood. The signs on these read “Subject McCoy,” “Subject Kirk,” “Subject (L/N),” and “Subject Spock.”

            Spock’s eyebrow quirked upwards. He wouldn’t let (Y/N) get harmed in some sort of experiment.

            (Y/N) felt the exact same way. They glanced up at Spock in worry. If the Vians were planning some sort of experiment, it would definitely hurt Spock, and (Y/N) couldn’t let that happen.

            “You’re on schedule.” The group whirled to find Vian One standing behind them. Some further tests are necessary.”

            “We’ve just seen the results of some of your tests,” snapped Bones.

            “I found our missing men dead,” said Kirk. “Another one of your experiments?” He narrowed his eyes.

            “You’re wrong,” said Vian One. “Their own imperfections killed them. They were not fit subjects. Come, time is short.”

            “Yes. Your time is running out,” said Kirk, narrowing his eyes. “This sun is about to nova. When it does, it’ll destroy you, this planet, and this insane torture chamber.”

            As he distracted the Vian, Spock walked up behind him and touched Vian One’s neck. The alien collapsed, and Kirk caught the strange device he held before passing it to Spock.

            “Let’s get out of here,” said (Y/N), eyeing Vian One’s body warily.

            “Readings indicate the passage to the surface lies in this direction,” said Spock, nodding at the darkness.

            The group hurried off, not casting another look behind them. They needed to leave before they became the Vians’s next batch of unfit subjects.

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[lookforanewangle]

I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW ABOUT THE DAEMON AU

HI HELLO I WILL TELL YOU ABOUT THE DAEMON AU

You've unearthed pandora's box; under a read more because this got long lmao

First off, there are theoretically going to be multiple fics, but right now I'm working on the main one which starts with the tsunami! I've finished five chapters/23k words and they are off with some betas for review 👀 I'm not sure how long it's going to be but I'm building towards buddie and will be focusing on Buck coming to terms with himself and his self-worth a la tsunami through Buck Begins! The shooting may or may not be its own thing later lol. That's all I'll share though because I don't want to spoil my plot twists, but I have shared some snippets here

I love exploring the relationships between characters and their daemons and their relations to other characters/daemons when I do daemon aus and this one will be no different! love pushing the boundaries of their connections and also Touch as well, though I lean more towards it being an intimate show of trust, not necessarily in a sexual way. It's aaaaall about the found family connections here baybeeeee 👏

The rules I follow (which I believe are directly from the books; I've only seen the show rip, but I've been reading daemon aus for over a decade):

Do not ask questions about another’s daemon.

Always keep your daemon close; to separate is to suffer.

Touch is only to be allowed by another daemon, not their person.

and Touch rules:

Do not ever Touch without permission

Do not ever allow Touch from someone you do not trust implicitly (2a: Family and significant others are most often allowed to Touch & 2b: Best friends allowing Touch is rare, but not unheard of)

Touch is typically skin to skin/fur/scales. If there are clothing items in between, the touch is not necessarily considered Touch, depending on the situation

And now on to everyone's daemons!! When deciding most of these, I used the daemon quiz results spreadsheet that you can find here!! It was so useful and helped when I couldn't decide between two different animals. I've added the descriptions for each below. Not all of them fit perfectly; some of them I leaned more towards looks or ability to assist during rescues while also trying to tie somewhat to personality, but I tried to stick as close as I could.

Buck & Bailey - Irish Wolfhound

This one was not on the spreadsheet, but I really wanted a beeeeg dog for Buck and found the reddit thread in the screenshot below; it just fit and I love her to death now 🥺 Top pic is her coloring!

Chris & Minara (Mina) - Unsettled

Mina may be unsettled but she most often chooses a ferret or a perching bird of some kind, typically a cardinal!

ferret: You are a spontaneous and affectionate individual who loves to have fun. More so than others with weasel daemons, those with ferrets are high energy extroverts, gregarious with others but never sacrificing their outspoke assertiveness. They're curious and impulsive people who hate to wait and love to find silver linings in life.

cardinal: You are a brave and faithful individual who is fiercely protective of what they love. More so than others with perching bird daemons, those with cardinals are romantic and proud, and carry their bold energy into all they do. They are determined and confident people.

Eddie & Gabriela (Gabi) - Caracal

The caracal description doesn't quite fit Eddie to a T, but it's close. I was going more for looks for him, and for a cat that's large enough to assist with rescues without being a big cat.

You are an observant and thoughtful individual who is deeply private. More so than others with wild cat daemons, those with caracals are independent and self-preserving, excelling in the specific area of life they've carved out for themselves. They have strong boundaries and prefer to only depend on themselves.

Bobby & Zura - Timber Wolf

You are a loyal and spiritual individual who deeply values their own gut feelings. More so than others with wild dog daemons, those with wolves are committed to their loved ones and develop deep emotional bonds. They have great capacity for inspiration and are protective over what they love and value.

Athena & Achilles - Snowy Owl

yes I had to make a Greek mythology reference. don't laugh at me. I did almost go with Ares, but I decided on Achilles because essentially daemons are a human's achilles heel...if a daemon dies, so does their human 99.9999% of the time, so. It seemed fitting lmao

You are a powerful and assertive individual who values deep thought and clarity. More so than others with owl daemons, those with snowy owls are independent and confident, able to appear competent even when they don't feel it. Rarely does their resilient and strong-willed exterior waver.

Hen & Jorrah - Chicken/Rooster

Still deciding between which of these two breeds; if anyone has suggestions I'm all ears!! And of course I had to give Hen a hen rooster. I may switch her to an actual hen; there are some instances where queer characters have daemons of the same gender and I haven't written any specific lines for either of them into the fic yet, so that could change 🤔

You are a driven yet nurturing individual who expects perfection from themselves and others. More so than others with flightless bird daemons, those with chickens love mentoring others and tend towards being a gossip. They don't always put their money where their mouth is, but they're incredibly social and know how to talk a big game. (Hen, of course, does put her money where her mouth is)

Going to have to make a part two etc to get everyone else's daemons in; I've capped out on photos. 😅

Thanks for asking!! Hopefully I can finish the fic soon so I can start posting 👀

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Eisai minaras h legkenhs?

[goddesstrolls]

>> You stand outside a bar, listening to the rowdy happenings inside. Your client asked to stop for a pick-me-up on the way back, and he's been in there for an hour.

>> Whatever. At least you're getting paid.

>> Your wyvern mount looms next to you, all but resting her chin on your shoulder despite being taller than the building even doubled over.

>> If you're honest, you're bored out of your fucking mind, but you can't leave without your client and it would be unprofessional to drag him out.

>> So, you wait. Maybe something will happen to alleviate your boredom.

[the-oc-lass]

Nimona OC - Charlotte Swiftheart/Corova

Alright, so I guess 13 people are interested in this OC, so I'll talk briefly about her (and include more if people are interested).

Reminder of the overview I gave initially: Her name is Charlotte, and she’s the bastard daughter of whatever the hell Ambrosius’s dad’s name is. He essentially had an affair with a commoner woman about a month before Ambrosius was born (I always view it as her not realizing who he was until she saw the news of Ambrosius’s birth and saw the guy in the picture). That means, yes, I’m giving Ambrosius a half sister. After Ballister joined the Institute, little Charlotte realized that maybe she could be a knight too. After a great deal of debating and begging to Ambrosius’s dad, her mother eventually convinced him to vouch for Charlotte as the heir to a dead noble house, and she’s allowed into the Institute. She has no idea she’s related to Ambrosius, but befriends him and Ballister anyway. Until they’re all about sixteen and someone leaks that she’s what the kingdom calls a half blood (half noble, half commoner) and the Director blackmails Charlotte into leaving.

Some of what I write about her will be bulleted lists with facts about her, some will be descriptions of her involvement with movie scenes (I will read the comic so I can accurately transfer her, I just need to buy it and have it shipped to me), and some short(ish, because I can't write short things) scenes with her and various Nimona characters (mostly the main trio). If that sounds interesting, please continue reading.

Next (Short drabble)

Early(ish) Life/Beginning of Knight Training:

Charlotte's mother (her name is Minara) probably wasn't very old when she was roped into this affair with Ambrosius's dad. Very early twenties, twenty five at the oldest

Charlotte is blonde! She and Ambrosius look very similar, actually, and it's a miracle no one realized they were related. Charlotte honestly looks a bit like an Asian comic Ambrosius (long flowing golden hair and such). She also has blue eyes

Charlotte's true last name is Corova, but when she joined the Institute, Ambrosius's/her dad chose the more knightly/noble last name of Swiftheart for her

I at least headcanon Ambrosius, Ballister, and Charlotte to be around 10 when Ballister (and Charlotte) join the Institute. No idea if that's right, though

While Ambrosius does fascinate her, she's far more interested in Ballister. When they first meet, she almost idolizes him. She's meant to be keeping her identity and non-noble blood a secret, but she tells him said secret within days of meeting him. It's a miracle that she keeps her "half bloodedness" a secret for six years.

Eventually, she, Ballister, and Ambrosius become something of a trio. Cannot be separated. Charlotte eventually admits to Ambrosius that she isn't who she says she is, but he doesn't mind (if anything, he thinks more of her for it).

She, like Ambrosius, calls Ballister "Bal." Her nickname for Ambrosius is "Brosi" and the boys call her "Char."

Since she was meant to be pretending that she was of noble descent, Ambrosius would help her with understanding certain nobility things and gave her a crash course on etiquette (because as goofy as he is, you know he was trained from birth on what proper etiquette is)

It's kind of canon how Ambrosius gave Ballister his sword (I mean, the B on that sword is literally made from a G and some carved lines. You know, for Goldenloin. Plus I think Nate/ND said somethign about it in a Nimona interview), but he also eventually gives one to Charlotte. I haven't decided what it looks like yet, but she absolutely cherishes it

Was considered to be on a similar level as Ballister throughout training. Street kid survival instincts and all that, plus feeling like they had something to prove to everyone else (even if no one knew that Charlotte was a half blood yet).

Charlotte is a gigantic lesbian (she comes out to the boys when they're all about 14)

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[arkangelofchaos]

My hcs on a quite niche ship,Minara(Mileena x Nitara). Probably sensitive and nsfw content warning.

1.Things and features they find most attractive about each other:

-Nitara absolutely adores Mileena accepting the tarkat part of herself and not hiding it. It makes Nitara feel better about her own issues and insecurities that come with being a vampire struggling to survive. That determination and willing to be violent if needed is what makes Mileena feel close and familiar for Nitara. As for physical attributes,Nitara finds Mileenas tarkat dease effects not as a "ugly" but insanely hot part of her body.

-Mileena finds it fascinating how adaptive and cunning Nitara is. She is clearly admires Nitaras confidence and to an extent her impulsiveness as a relatable thing between both women. They can bond over trauma and negative experiences with being alienated because of something out of their control. In terms of appreance, Mileena really loves her lover's wings and also likes looking in her eyes.

2.Who is more affectionate and who is more closeted:

-Nitara is much less used to affection due to where she comes from and her lifestyle so she's quite hesitant when it comes to anything physical.

-Mileena as an empress now and previously a princess experienced love and comfort from her mother and sister. So for her it was important to experience this with her lover, Mileena seeks affection and closure to compensate for her insecurities with tarkat.

3. They both are extremely new to earthrealm technology and with a help of Johny Mileena buys different technologies to play around with. The first gift Nitara buys Mileena is a drone.

4. Who's top and who's bottom.

Mileena, despite her aggressive and edgy nature, is quite submissive and easy going if she's with the right person. So she prefers to be bottom and likes being able to let her partner take control. Nitara on other hand is used to and enjoys taking something she wants, after all,she is a vampire. So being dominant and topping comes naturally to her.

5. What are their pronouns and gender expression. Mileena is bisexual and uses she/her pronouns.

Nitara is not used to be treated like a person so her initial pronouns are it/its. But with bonding with Mileena Nitara starts using She/her and they/them pronouns and finding her self identity. Her sexuality is pansexual. But mostly Nitara is still unlabeled.

6. How do they meet and get close.

Their meeting is purely accidental. It happens while Nitara with other vampires attacked several Umgadi members and Mileenas ex,Tanya, was at risk so Mileena intervined. No one got hurt but Nitara was almost killed. Mileena stopped herself from killing defenceless Nitara and helped her escape without understanding why. Later Nitara and Mileena started meeting up, only to understand the situation and resolve it without anyone from either side getting killed. Soon they realised they are attracted to each other and started the messy relationship. They are still in confusing place but feel secure and trustworthy in each other.

7. Are they out?

Not to public or to too many people. The only ones that know are Tanya, Kitana and Li Mei. Lovers were first caught and confronted by Tanya and then with her support told Kitana and Li Mei who both are still extremely wary and worried about their Empress safety.

So for now that's all. If you have anything to add, feel free to send requests or messages or just respond to this post. And use hashtags to make new content on my new ship known and seen if you post anything. I ll let you know if i suddenly come up with new hcs or change something to fit better.