#star trek ocs

[nomnomroko]

@grandkhan221b 's trek OCs for Art Fight

I just think they're neat and wanted to do a proper scene with them <3

[mushabon]

HOT FERENGI IN YOUR AREA!!

Usha, personal assistant to Ekarus. Self-appointed Queen of Latinum. I would die for her.

art //mushabon (me) (commissions open btw!)

[furbysareillogical]

back on the yaoi (star trek) grind

[more-better-words]

One does not lightly cross a panicking Andorian.

For @indignantlemur, @shadowinthefire, @1lostsoul0fishbowl, @deadheaddaisy, @pajamasecrets

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Karveth got the call at 1437. Ninety seconds later, he was on the transporter pad, demanding a beamdown to the surface, which no one was foolish enough to deny him, because the call had come from the Utopia Colony Emergency Clinic. Monica had been hurt, and ninety seconds was all the time necessary for a thousand terrible possibilities to present themselves to his imagination, each more awful than the one preceding.

Passersby gaped in astonishment as he rematerialized about fifty meters from the clinic door. Transporter technology was still not so common that it was an unremarkable sight, but he was in no mood for coddling civilians' delicate sensibilities. He charged into the clinic, bringing him face to face with a wide-eyed receptionist who had obviously not expected, when she woke that morning, to be accosted by an Andorian who was clearly clinging to social decorum by his fingernails.

"Monica McKee," he snarled.

Then, from beyond the reception area partition, like a blessing, he heard her voice.

"Yeah, the angry blue guy's with me."

He didn't wait for permission; he was through the sliding doors in an instant, antennae moving, seeking her, ignoring the medical personnel entirely. She couldn't be far - he'd heard her so clearly, she had to be-

"Commander Karveth?" A nurse, holding her PADD like she'd wield it as a weapon if necessary, hailed him. "In here."

He entered the exam room, and he could breathe again.

Monica sat on the exam table, conscious, unbloodied, and apparently entirely well, with the exception of her right foot, which was elevated and bandaged. She let out a sigh at the sight of him, smiling ruefully. "Well, now that you've scared everybody… Hi."

"What happened?" he asked, reaching for the hand she extended. Warm, but not too warm. Good.

"I turned my ankle at work," she said, rolling her eyes at her own body's betrayal. "Just stepped wrong. It was the stupidest thing." She heaved another short sigh. "And you were freaking out, apparently."

"All I was told was that you had been injured," he said sternly. She smiled a little, reaching with her free hand to stroke his hair.

"Guess that's what I get for having you as my emergency contact. Even though they really didn't need to call you about this."

"Can you walk?" he asked, dubious.

"That's what the crutches are for! Twenty-four hours and I'll be fine. I'll be dancing again by the weekend."

"But until then?"

"It's not a big deal!"

"You don't have to prove yourself by making light."

"And you don't have to panic."

They stared one another down for a long moment, then he sniffed. "Who said anything about panicking?"

"You did. Your antennae are still all-" She held straightened, quivering fingers in front of her forehead. He sighed. She had him there.

"All I knew was that you were hurt," he repeated, and her expression softened.

"But I'm okay, thay'va. I wish they'd told you that. And I'm glad you're here, because big talk aside, I was not looking forward to trying to get home on my own."

"You don't have to."

"Nope. Because I'm going to let my r'eysleten help me."

She held out her arms to him; he bent, slipping one arm under her legs, and the other around her mid back. She gave a squeak of surprise as he lifted her off the exam table. "Hold on to me," he said softly.

"What about the crutches?" she laughed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

"Unnecessary," he said.

"This wasn't quite what I meant by letting you help me," she said, still laughing as he carried her out of the clinic, ignoring the stares of the staff and other patients with magnificent indifference.

"It's what I meant."

"You're so sweet," she murmured.

"Apparently I am."

"So now what?"

"Now I take you home and attend to your every whim."

"You know I'm going to take terrible advantage of that, right?"

"You should."

[rabbit-flaying]

Pspsps Star Trek fandom

If anyone has Cardassian and Bajoran OCs who are in a relationship (platonic, romsntic, queer platonic, etc) you should send them my way. I want to see it. Please and thank you

Yes, it can be really fucked up. Yes, it can be unrealistically wholesome. It's all good.

[bumblingbabooshka]

A Bynar's mate is killed by a Borg drone. They then capture and reprogram the drone to act as their mate as they cannot function alone. [Patreon | Commissions]

[frid-j]

What to do at 3AM:

Sleep ❌

Draw your OC like he just made out of 2 car crashes, 5 hand-to-hand combats and 3 tiger attacks ✅

[oftheseathings]

Formally Introducing…. Kash! The Federations one-and-only fashion influencer/engineer. When she discovered her name happened to sound like old Federation slang for “money”, she had to play it up in her catchphrase.

When not following the hottest clothing trends, she can often be seen:

-Doing her standard duties

-Coming up with the wildest engineering experiments possible

-Irritating the ship’s doctor with all frequent visits with injuries (from said experiments)

Shout out to @jewishdragon for giving me the inspiration for her name and side hustle!

[dancingsunflowers-ocs]

𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨 2025: 𝘋𝘈𝘠 1: 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘭𝘴

( FEBRUARY 8 ) we’re not so different, you and I; which other iconic pairing(s) do they resemble?

𝙋𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙡 𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙠𝙤𝙫 𝙭 𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙡 {𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙 𝘛𝘙𝘌𝘒} 𝘢𝘴 𝘏𝘢𝘯 𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘹 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘓𝘦𝘪𝘢

↳ 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴 𝘑𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘡𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘗𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘬𝘰𝘷

Taglist: @ginger-grimm, @eddysocs @arrthurpendragon, @megandaisy9, @rose-of-oz 💕

Also tagging: @nikosasaki since they’ve organised this amazing challenge!! 💕

[headphones-lifeform]

Me in my study making OCs [I am going to throw them at energy beings] + art style experiment

[nomnomroko]

character art for a Star Trek Adventures game!

Aleen is a youn joined trill on their first host and the acting Chief Engineer of the USS Acheron

[mrtreesnek]

hello Tumblr

peep my wares...

[furbysareillogical]

Maxa and Tivir baking in the Cardassian summer sun while I desperately await summer myself

[more-better-words]

For @1lostsoul0fishbowl, to whom I owe a K&M kissie. 😘

Karveth was glaring at the PADD in his hands when Monica got home and she had to chuckle a little, because the indignant set of his chin was really just too cute. "What's got your antennae all grumpy?” she asked, hanging up her jacket.

"I've been researching human marriage traditions to get a sense of what our wedding might entail, but there are so many variations!"

She smiled as she sat beside him on the couch. "Sorry about that. If it helps, most of those variations aren't anything we'll have to worry about. Unless something you ran across something in your reading that just strikes you as a really good idea."

"You said you wanted simple," he said, holding up the PADD as it had personally offended him. "Very little of this is simple."

"The nice thing about human weddings," Monica said, trying not to laugh at his disgruntlement, "is that they're pretty customizable. We only have to do the parts we want." She reached for him, stroking his nearer antenna with a soft, caressing hand. "And the only part that matters to me is getting to stand up in front of our friends and say 'This is what I want. He is what I want.'"

He inhaled deeply, and to her surprise, there was a quivering catch at the end of the breath. "I'd started to think that I would never have this," he said quietly. "That choosing Starfleet, choosing humans, had a price, and that price was a… a solitary life. I knew I would have friends and comrades, but beyond that…" He swallowed. "And then I met you."

"No solitary life here," she said softly, and smiled. "Not on my watch."

He sucked in another breath, his eyes squeezing shut. A tear splashed down onto his hand, and Monica took it, raised it to her lips and kissed it gently. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too. And that's the only part of getting married that matters."

[bogwarg]

Vayda started out as a self insert but has now taken on a life of her own. So here are two of my ocs, Vayda and Saavin :)