#what’s all this about Vulcan standards of passion?

[lichqueenlibrarian]

“As he entered, Spock’s ears caught the sounds of humans at love, which told him that privacy was still respected in this area of the ship. He moved quickly on, wishing his hearing was not so acute at times like this– it was the beginning of coupling he had heard and it distracted him. Odd, this human need to continually rub this and that part of their bodies together, particularly since humans conducted it while fully rational, sometimes intermixing it with conversation, which was certainly far from any definition of passion by Vulcan standards.”

Star Trek: the Motion Picture, Gene Roddenberry

[crowfootwrites]

I would let Soval do terrible things to me. Anyway, here's the corn:

Kinktober Masterlist

Taglist: @horta-in-charge

Day 9: Naked/Clothed - Soval x Fem!Reader

Warnings: MDNI; insecurities in an established relationship; otherwise, just some good ol' fuckin' | Words: ~760 | Song: Last of My Kind (feat. Paul Cauthen) - Shaboozey

Something had been off with Soval lately. Given his Vulcan nature, he’d been denying anything being wrong for days, and used arguments of logic to “prove” that there was no reason for anything to be wrong. After that, he started meditating for longer periods, which was a sign that something was wrong to you, but again, Soval denied it. 

There seemed to be some kind of pent up… something, constantly rolling off him in waves. He seemed tense, easily irritated (by Vulcan standards), and hesitant around you. Your shared home became quieter and you became more unsettled. 

You worried about Soval and whatever was going on with him, of course, but another frustrating side effect was the lack of intimacy. It had been difficult to navigate a Vulcan/Human relationship with Soval in the beginning, but in the year that you’d been together, things had smoothed out considerably. 

Emotion, touch, telepathic communication had all become commonplace; you were happy, and you’d assumed Soval was as well. But in the last few weeks, the normal level of passion in your relationship seemed to fall off and Soval seemed almost insecure.

And you were determined to do something about it. You wouldn’t lose this good of a thing without a fight.

***

Soval was truly Vulcan in his punctuality, so you knew he’d be home any minute. You bit your lip as you adjusted yourself again atop the soft, freshly washed bed linens, soft against your bare skin. You rolled onto your side and propped yourself on your elbow, trying to find a sensual but not painfully uncomfortable pose. If coming home to you, completely naked in his bed didn’t make him feel more secure, you weren’t sure what would. 

You heard the front door open and close beyond the confines of your bedroom and held your breath, suddenly feeling a little insecure yourself. What if you’ve been reading too much into this? And blaming emotion where there is none? And all of this offends Soval’s Vulcan sensibilities? Nervous thoughts whirled in your mind uncontrolled and, given your mating bond with Soval, you knew he could hear them from the other room.

By the same token, however, you could feel the tension radiating off of Soval through your bond as he walked through the bedroom door. You could also feel the way his resolve snapped when he found you naked in his bed.

His face was an impassive mask, but you caught the hunger storming in his eyes as he strode to the side of the bed, his hands already reaching for you.

Wordlessly, he yanked you to the edge of the bed by your bare legs, his hands rough and firm against your skin.

He leaned over you menacingly, capturing your lips with his, your mind suddenly overwhelmed with the heat and desire burning in him. You felt a little like a tree caught in a wildfire, sparks lighting up your skin until you were engulfed.

Distracted by the ardor in his kiss, you whined unsuspectingly as his fingers trailed through the slick gathering between your thighs. Soval’s lips traveled down, kissing along the curve of your shoulder, placing searing kisses along your skin before taking a nipple in his mouth. 

He didn’t even bother with his clothes; you could feel the tenuousness of his control, the desperation in his movements and thoughts.

Take what you need from me, my love, you thought, urging him forward.

With distracted hands, he rearranged his robes to pull his lok out, its deep green flush making your hips roll instinctively. He wasted no time sinking into you, stretching you around his length, a heated groan tumbling from between his lips. He fucked you hard into the mattress, your cries and the rustling of his robes filling the air around you.

There was something erotic, you found, about the sensation of Soval’s clothing against your skin, about the vulnerability of being completely bare while he remained clothed. The sensation in your telepathic bond felt almost feral as Soval bore down over you, pressing you deeper into the mattress and burying his face against your neck, panting and groaning. The fine embroidery on Soval's sleeves brushed against your sides as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. 

You could tell he was close, and you rushed to meet him, letting the fire in your bond pull you closer to your climax. 

You tipped over the edge just as your mate did, your paired cries echoing in the sparsely decorated room, your fingers twisted in the coarse fabric of Soval’s robes. 

[knightotoc]

Spock's deal as developed over decades:

logical, stoic, superhuman strength, superhuman precision, green blood, pointy ears, scientist, musician, vegetarian, friend to animals, telepath, hippie sympathizer, idealist

has more powerful emotions than humans, so he has to hide them

over years of cold professionalism, forms incredibly deep attachments to coworkers Kirk and Bones, even though their human lifespans are tragically shorter than his own

a complex reflection of an imperfect but remarkable and beloved real person (Nimoy's two biographies are called "I Am Not Spock" and "I Am Spock"); because of this, Spock is famously Jewish-coded and expressed many of Nimoy's strong personal values and creative ideas

historically significant gay interpretation by an important fandom and published writers; in the wider fandom, Spock's sex appeal surpassed the actual lead actor's

he has some romances as a young man, but he ultimately dedicates his life to the noble cause of Romulan reunification

bizarre alien libido on a fuck-or-die 7-year cycle; this silly premise is taken extremely seriously

difficult relationship with his Vulcan father and human mother

complex relationship with Starfleet, especially w/r/t Pike, Kirk, and Romulans

has a secret half-brother who darkly mirrors Spock's own struggles with emotions, forming bonds with other people, and faith in God

sacrifices himself out of pure, logical love and gets reborn through the misuse of a terraformer-turned-superweapon

the platonic ideal of a nerd

In 2009, Spock was recast, but this version is from an alternate timeline. There are two significant changes to the character, which are not as appealing to me, but I still appreciate them:

his homeplanet was destroyed. This enormous tragedy gives us a character who is much less stoic. In my opinion, this takes away from Spock's uniqueness. But as a Star Wars fan, I appreciate that Spock's grief for his planet gets to affect him in a way Leia's never did

he has a relationship with Uhura. This is a fun decision, especially as these characters had some chemistry in the original show, but it is a bit spoiled by the creepy tracking device subplot

This recast is a fundamentally different character. In my opinion the best thing about him is when they lean into that difference; Quinto's Spock knows about Nimoy's, and has profound feelings about his alternate self. This was handled beautifully after Nimoy's death, and I am grateful that his protege's version of the character got to grieve with us in the real world.

In 2019, Spock was recast for a second time, and this version is supposed to be the same character as the original. But they have made multiple changes to the character anyway, which I mostly dislike. I haven't watched SNW since I feel this interpretation of Pike is even more ableist than the 60s version, but I am trying to keep track of what this franchise is doing with their best character:

Spock now has an additional secret sibling, an adopted human sister Michael. The reveal that Sarek chose Spock over Michael for Vulcan Science Academy, which Spock refused anyway, is some fun drama. It makes me feel bad for Michael and angry with Spock, which is a bummer. I do not think we needed to have Trek's first Black woman protagonist anchored by her relationship to a legacy character. I enjoy their dynamic, but I don't see a fundamental mirror of challenging topics with them like I do with him and Sybok. And of course this bond isn't going to be able to influence Spock in the future, as his bond with Sybok will

Spock now also has dyslexia; I appreciate the representation, but again this isn't going to influence him at all in the future; Spock in "The Menagerie" is an ableist character by modern standards

he's in a love triangle with Chapel and T'Pring; to me this is OOC for all three of them, and unnecessarily makes original Spock into a big, insensitive jerk. While he is a passionate character, the whole point is that he controls his passion, even to the point of choosing his love for humanity over his love for individuals. His deep friendship with Kirk and Bones is only possible since they have grown old together, which is the main theme of the original movies

where'd the chest hair go

Peck's interview where he says they're pushing Spoimler and he enjoyed acting with Quaid because they're both from acting families = so this actor's input into this once highly personal character is just queerbaiting and nepotism

The reason I wrote this post is because, in the newest SNW ep (spoilers), Spock becomes somehow humanized and, as a result, happily eats bacon. First of all, "I love bacon" is like, the definition of cringe outdated internet humor. More importantly, this is a nonsensical and possibly offensive move for a character who is Jewish-coded and vegetarian. Vulcans can eat meat, but they choose not to as part of their strict code of ethics. Spock in particular has a deep love for all forms of life, and his telepathy even gives him the ability to understand every creature from the Horta to the whales. Of course Federation meat is synthesized, but, at least in my interpretation, I can't imagine Spock even symbolically enjoying eating one of the smartest animals on Earth.

Of course every beloved character will develop over time, sometimes even in prequels. But these changes ought to make them more complex, or more personal to a new creator. The things that made Spock special are draining away. He is becoming more fashionable, straighter, more ordinary. Most fans seem to enjoy the new version, but I am left reeling at these odd decisions.

[godsdraftbox]

I should be working on worksheets for school but i can't be fucked to do that, but you know what i can fuck? that's right TIME FOR THE PRIMARCH REVIEW!!!

Lion El'Johnson : Bad case of "pornstar grunt" syndrome and a very selfish lover. You'll never know if he likes what your doing and when you're done good luck getting him to wake up

Ace

Fulgrim : The man is a perfectionist so he'll will get you off in ways you didn't know you could get off, but he won't stop doing the Patrick Bateman mirror flex

Perturabo : He'll get done. neither of will like it and he'll complain before, during and after, but he'll get it done

Jaghatai Khan : Always down for a quickie, always in a different place but he won't stop trying to get you to do it on his Harley... while he's driving it

Leman Russ : Some of the roughest sex of your life, every time you're done you have to get a new bed frame and make up excuses for all the bite marks

Rogul Dorn : Only fucks doggy style cause it's the most structurally sound position and afterwards he'll give you a list of improvements for next time

Konrad Kurz : Says he's kinky and into BDSM but not really, that's just an excuse he uses to do what ever he wants. Will have at least 2 joker moments during.

Sanguinius : Very loving, very caring and will encourage you to explore your kinks. Has a thing for blood but will talk to you about it beforehand.

Ferris Manus : So many toys, like sooooo many toys. It may as well be an obstacle course just to get on the bed. You will finish him off first and kinda forget about him tho.

Homophobic

Angron : The best hate-fuck of your life. He will batter and bruise you, but he'll also be weirdly receptive to your queues and know what you want

Roboute Guilliman : Bog standard affair. Very efficient. Not the best you've had but it's fine. He does have an itinerary. You will be asleep by 10pm

Mortarion : Won't stop bragging about his endurance and kinda just lays there. He stinks(and not in a good way). You call him daddy by accident and he starts going off about how he hates his dads. VERY racist.

Magnus : Very needy for validation and constantly wants to try stuff he read in a book. It gets to the point where you understand why the council of Nikeae went the way it did.

Horrus Lupercal : Takes charge and know where all your weak spots are. Very charming at first, but start talking about how he hates his family near the end

Lorgar : Mormon. Insists you get married before you even hold hands, but will imply he's ok soaking

Vulcan : A very passionate lover, you will never feel safer, warmer or more loved. Bonus: recovers very quickly from anything you do to him

Corvus Corax : only hits you up at night, shows up when you least expect and will be gone in the morning before you wake up, but he will have breakfast ready for you and a note with some edgy but endearing poetry

Alpharius Omegon : Whenever you meet up with Alpharius he jokes that he's actually Omegon, but it's starts feeling less like a joke until you're just not sure. He somehow gaslights you into having an orgasm.

I go back and forth on how sex with the God Emperor of mankind would be.

On the one hand he's a very thorough man with literal myriads of experience. He'd probably give you 4th dimensional orgasms that are felt throughout the warp and make everyone within a few light-years get noticeably hot and bothered.

On the over hand he's not above using me until he's satisfied then sending the custodes to finish me off(à la thunder warriors) or doing the psychic equivalent of sticking a hand mixer in my ears and turning it on after saying "oh god!" one too many times

[myenterpriseisparked]

can.... can we get a cast for your zoologist Trek show?

I don't have names for them but here we go! This is kind of long, so I'm putting the characters under a cut.

The ship is called the USS Frontiersman. It works mostly in deep space, studying new forms of life on newly discovered planets. Crew compliment of 160. 50 exozoologists, 50 exobotanists, 20 environmentalists (including geologists and atmospheric experts). The remaining 40 crew members are engineers, security officers, helmsman, and the captain and first officer. I'm not positive on the time period this is set during, but it's at least at a point where there's not much conflict between Cardassia and the Federation.

Captain: She's a 40-year-old Engineer who never expected to make captain. Finding out she was being offered a command was the best day of her life. The worst day of her life was the next day, when she stepped on board and realized it was an exobiology ship filled with eccentrics. She slept through her required exobiology course so she has no idea what any of her crew members are talking about. She's basically that babysitter who's charges are all extremely passionate about things she doesn't understand and the parents have asked her to drive them around to local museums and science learning centers while the kids yell in the backseat about who's topic of interest is better.

First Officer: She's a 30-year-old who went through the academy on the command route and was known for being an excellent pilot. Has less knowledge of exobiology than the captain. The two of them keep trying to push interpersonal conflicts to be solved off on one another because neither of them understand what anyone's talking about enough to truly help solve the issue and, frankly, they're both a little frightened of the ferocity of their crew.

Head Engineer: Bajoran who actually did pay attention in biology and, while she's a little confused, she's eager to learn about what the others are prattling on about and is an excellent listener. She tries her best to translate for the non-exobiologist crew members, especially the captain and first officer. She was married (spouse died. tragically) and has a daughter that follows her around engineering. Everyone loves the kid and tries to convince her to study whatever their area of expertise is. Later in the show, when she's a little older, she decides to go the command route at Starfleet and become a pilot, much to the crew's dismay. The First Officer is absolutely tickled.

Chief Medical Officer(s): The Frontiersman actually has 2 chief medical officers; a doctor and a veterinarian. Yes, this is terribly inefficient and yes, they constantly butt heads. The vet is a young human woman from Ohio with a dry sense of humor and a penchant for snark. The doctor is a young human male from Michigan with a dry sense of humor and a penchant for snark. They absolutely hate each other until the day they realize that they are actually in love with each other and all of their arguments have been attempts to deny their attraction. Both of them are absolutely disgusted that they could fall in love with someone so... so... infuriating gosh dang it. They try to continue denying their feelings for each other because they are from rival states and they constantly fight over jurisdiction in the medbay for new species. One day, however, one of their most heated arguments ends in a passionate kiss and they stop fighting their feelings (but not each other).

From there, the rest of the crew is divided up under chiefs of specific taxonomical divisions. Sometimes a division will only have 1 scientist, other times it has a whole crew of people. Depends on the frequency of that type of living thing appearing. Most divisions only have 3 people; a chief and two junior officers. Not every chief is featured in the show because that would be too many characters, so just the ones that are considered part of the senior staff, which were selected by Starfleet at the time of commission based on training.

Chief of Feliformia: She's a hotheaded Betazoid in her mid 30's who spends her free time boxing on the holodeck. She argues a lot with the Chief of Canidae, but they still have breakfast together every morning to trade ship gossip. She wrestles with PTSD and anxiety, which she hides under a layer of bravado. Surprisingly enough, the only person she really feels comfortable opening up to about her past is the Chief of Canidae, because, despite all of their banter about cats vs dogs, they're her closest friend and she appreciates their blunt honesty.

Chief of Canidae: They're a Trill in their mid 30's who's passionate to the point of poetry about dog-like creatures. They're host to a younger symbiont, and they're one of the shortest people on the ship. They also only really open up to the Chief of Feliformia for similar reasons; the blunt honesty. Their relationship is strictly platonic (and I mean actually platonic, not whatever the VOY writers were trying to sell to us about Janeway and Chakotay).

Chief of Rodentia: He's a 70-year-old Bajoran/Cardassian. His mother defected from the Cardassian army to be with his father and the two of them raised him on earth where he raised pet rats. He always has about 7 various rodents tucked into his lab coat. He is a neat freak about his lab space and refuses to let anyone into his area unless they have completely scrubbed up and promise not to touch his PADD stack. Part of his particularity about his lab comes from the fact that he faced a lot of public ridicule due to his mixed heritage when he was young and so he's naturally very defensive of everything he does and owns.

Chief of Chiroptera: She's a twenty-something Half Vulcan-Half Betazoid who was raised on Betazed. Her Vulcan mother was the Vulcan ambassador on Betazed, and her work made her somewhat absent so, while she has enough of a restraint on her emotions not to be violent or aggressive, she's also more Betazoid in terms of personality. The combination of telepathic and empathic abilities from her parents has made her sensitive to large crowds, which is why she LOVES working in caves with bats away from other people. The combination of the two species' abilities constantly bombarding her and the need to restrain her Vulcan emotions have also resulted in her having ADD (her attention is being pulled in every direction so focusing on other tasks that don't immediately grasp her interest is SUPER difficult for her). However, she's also incredibly kind, difficult to shock or surprise, and very passionate about her work.

Chief of Reptilia: They're a human in their early 50's, a bit reclusive, and VERY unwilling to let people in their lab. They never show up to a meeting without a snake around their neck. The snake might be venomous. No one knows for sure. Whatever the case; everyone on board is pretty sure the reptile division is actually a cult because they never see anyone from that crew outside of the lab decks.

Chief of Aves: She's human, no one knows her age, and she refuses to wear a standard-issue lab coat, opting instead to wear a tie-die coat that reaches the floor. She speaks in riddles and everyone thinks she's crazy, but she's actually incredibly wise and an excellent listener. She specializes in raptors.

Chief of Livestock: Even though it's not technically a taxonomical order, they have a guy who specializes in studying livestock of alien cultures. No one is sure how old he is, or what his species is, for that matter. He has the calm, level-headedness of a Vulcan, but he always wears a hat so no one sees his ears or eyebrows to know for sure. He might just be a Midwestern farmer, because they can be Like That too. Despite working with livestock, he also never gets injured, so not even the doctor knows. Some people speculate that he's not human OR Vulcan, but some other immortal species, like a Q. This mystery is never solved on the show, but everyone really likes this guy.

Chief Exobotanist: Despite the fact that the plants are divided up into other taxonomical species, they all report to one Chief Botanist because the plant department is a lot more efficient and interconnected than the animal departments. Despite this, she's completely overworked and undercaffeinated. However, her workload doesn't stop her from being one of the sweetest and most creative people on board. As to the rest of her character, I defer to @emilie786 , as she is the inspiration for this character!

There are other chiefs who are occasional recurring characters, like the Chief of Aquaculture and the Chief of Amphibians. There are also several junior officers who we get to know a bit that are kind of fun. I'm thinking there's some kind of star-crossed lovers arc going on between someone who works in exobotany and someone who works in exozoology. There's also an overworked head of security who is getting really sick and tired of all the escapee animals he has to track down. I think he might fall in love with the Chief Exobotanist partially because plants don't run away and get into the Jeffries tubes (until they do, of course).

Anyway, if anyone wants to add to this, go for it! I'm open to ideas!

[calliecat93]

When I was fifteen years old, I found out about Star Trek: The Original Series. Back then, Star Trek as I knew was only The Next Generation, and I was apathetic about that. I found out through simple curioaity, but I had nothing to better to do so I looked into it. It sounded kind of interesting, so I found the show on Hulu and decided to give it a shot. I quit midway through the third episode. I saw it as old, cheesy looking, and dumb. Why waste my time on something old? Over the years, the more I got involved in online fandom culture, the more I would see it pop up. The more I would ehar about how having PoC inr egular roles was revolutionary just because it showed that they existed. How the show enrained so many science fiction tropes and ideals into modern Americn media in the vein as Dotor Who has in Britian. Heck a review show I used to watch went over the comic adptations of the films, and came off as so passionate about the franchise that I remembered my previous stance. Remembered how I threw it aside as a relic of the past, despite me even thn seeing the value as I valued classical animaiton and children’s media very highly.

IDK what provoked it, but in January of this year, I decided to watch the entirety of Star Trek. Maybe it was quarentine rentine making me snap. Maybe it was me giving in at last to those urges that had been prodding at me for years. Regardless, I made the choice, and it only made sense to begin with the one that started it all. I am now 28 years old. I have grown far more patient and respectful with the things that came before my time. Media holds a great deal of value and whether I understood it or not, Star Trek was vital to popular media. I was ready to give it a second chance. I expected to go in with a greater appreciation, but otherwise not have many strong feelings abou it. I got through those three episodes again with my feelings better than before, but not too different. But I was determined to keep going. So for two months, I watched episode after episode and this weekend I ended it with the original films. Now here we all at the end of the journey. How do I feel?

I felt very regretful for throwing it aside the way that I did.

I greatly enjoyed TOS. Far more than I had ever expected. It is very much a product of the 60’s. There was a limited budget and it showed, though they made the most of it. There were many ridiculous plots, rampant sexism, and hammy acting that is utterly laughable. Some days I could go along with it, other days I just wanted them to get it over with. And yet, none of it kept me away. There were ideals revolutionary for the time like PoC standing equal to others, themes of all kinds such as anti-war and humanity, great science fiction concepts that may be standard today but don’t rob them of their enjoyability, and so much fun but also many moments that made you think. But most of ll, it had such lovely characters. For me to care about a show, I have to care about it’s chracters. I knew a few things via pop culture, butt hat’s not the same as understanding them as a viewer and media can frequently exaggerate the reality. And as I found out, there was far more to them than what mdia lead me to believe.

Kirk I only ever knew as a brave captain who made out with a lot of women. While that’s true, I can’t call him a reckless womanizing asshole. He was brave, optimistic, diplomatic, and charming. He could be light-herted, but also very much a devoted Starfleet Captain whose duty is his entire being. I was shocked at how much I grew to care about him. Seeing his triumphs, his failings, his strengths and flaws, even on an off day I cared about him. Even when William Shatner hammed it up too much, I enjoyed seeing him. Spock was who I knew the most about consideirng how popular he was and I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I also grew to love him. His logic, his struggle with his dual being as half Vulcan and half Human, his loyalty to Kirk and his dedicaiton to his duty. I could see why he meant so much to people, esecially witht he level of depth and work that Leonard Nimoy put into the character. There’s s amny little things that you begint o notce and it makes Spock feel all the more real. But by far the biggest appeciaiton I grew was for McCoy. He was the character I knew the least about aside form him being a doctor and remembering the first episode. But GOD I love his character so much. His crankiness, snarkiness, and his arguments with Spock were entertaining but seieng how compassionate, devoted, and caring that he is especially when I watched The Empath ahead of time and saw his sacrifice... damn. Not to mention DeForest Kelley’s perormance with him imo being the best peformer aside from Nimoy. He gave it hus all even during the dumbest episodes and that always earns my respect. I didn’t think I’d care about Bones that much, knowing him as that guy who’s more important than the rest but not even close to as much as Kirk and Spock, and he walked away as my absolute favorite character who I will continue to give the love and appreciate that he deserves.

The others were great too. Scotty was funny, great at his job, and the amount fo times he saved thm all via some miracle is to be admired. Sulu was significant for being an Asian man as a regular and in a high position, and I just loved having his prescence. Uhura being a Black woman treated as an equal by her white male peers and being a dedicated, sassy communicaitons officer as well as her lovely musical talents made her a delight. Chekov when he came along added a nice, youthful prescence without him getitg annoying and having a Russian as a hero at that time was also a big deal. While the show struggled BIG TIME with gender and feminism, it was major at the time for presenting PoC and those of other nationalities as equal to others, and the cast clearly did their best to make them feel like actual people. I respect that a great deal. We all should sot hat we can keep improving from there.

I didn’t expect to care. I expected to get the show over with and have something to occupy my time. And yet, I do care. I care about these characters. I care about the shenanigains that they get involed in. I worry when they get into distress even though I know that they’ll be fine. There were plenty of things I knew in advance like Spcok’s deaht in the movies... and I cried anyways. I knew that nothing long-term bad would happen in the series, yet I feared for the cast and their situaton anyways. I grew invested in them. In their relaitonships. The Kirk-Spock-McCoy dynamic was by far my favorite thing and it kept me wanting to keepw atching. Not to occupy my time, but because I genuienly wanted to see what they got into and how they got out of it. To see Kirk and Spock’s mutual respect and trust in each other. To see Spock and McCoy argue over logic and emotion and be wiling to defend the other, to see Kirk and Bones joke and be at ease with each other as the close longitme firends that the are, and just having the three together... it was such a perfect dynamic. Hell I didn’t expect to ship anything aside form maybe Spirk due to knowing it’s significance to fandom, slash,a nd the LGBT+ community. And I came away shipping all three dynamics...a nd veering on all three together, but IDK if I’m quite there yet. But whether shippy or platonic, their relaitonship together is perfect and I loved it.

Now, the journey is over. Oh I plan to go back and do it all over again. I plan to pay even more atteniton. I plan on giving each episode as good of an analysis as I can give. I plan to try and seek out things like the novels and the comics so that I can have more itme with them. I plan to watch the reboot films to see what happes in a different universe. I plan to watch TNG and hope that I enjoy those charactrs that I ignored my entire life just as much as I did these. But for now, it’s over. It is a ride that I am thankful to have taken. I came in indifferen, and am leaving a fan looking forward to whatever else awaits. Thank you Star Trek TOS for this amazing two month journey. Thank you tot he cast and crew who put so much into it despite everything working against them. Thank you to the fans who watched it and kept it alive for all of these decades. And to those who read tot his point and all of my watchthrogh posts, thank you for sitcking with me. It was, without doubt, an experience that I’m never going to forget.

[boldly-kirk]

My profile pick is my full blooded Vulcan Science Division Xenoanthtopology expert Lt. Cmdr. L’Tr T’zk T’Pamvra!

She’s not a hedonistic by our standards but the general Vulcan population would think she is. She’s not an extremist in either sense when it comes to Vulcan philosophy, but she does strictly adhere to or violently defy Surak’s teachings. I imagine she read Spock’s biography at a very impressionable age and took the lessons it held to heart. She’s still cool-headed and logical as Vulcans tend to be, and has embraced the journey to be in complete control of one’s emotions (though she’d never consider Kohlinar, she feels like it’s cheating and one of the more harmful aspects of her culture). T’pamvra wants enlightenment above all things. She does make a point to be very open-minded, even by human metrics, and has strong opinions on the flaws in Surak’s logic and the various, frequent misinterpretations of his work. One cannot find enlightenment if they don’t enrich themselves in all experiences. So she will drink, and eat, and explore new art styles and schools of thought. If enlightenment is to become one with all things, she must experience all that she can. If the reaching of pure, flawless logic is the goal, one must have a complete image of logic, not what one’s own kind deems logical.

If she has a weakspot in her prestige as a Vulcan, she really, really enjoys food, and drink, if nothing else can get her to crack more than a slight smirk, it’s a good meal. (That and particularly moving Klingon operas). Her interest in Xenobiology & Xenoanthropology is what made it logical to go to starfleet, where better to experience the universe?

sounds like a very philosophically-inclined vulcan, or at the very least you’ve thought a lot about her philosophy. your passion for ur OC really shows and she sounds wonderful and really deep, not just thought-wise but character development-wise!!

i love all the vulcan OCs out there mwah kiss for all of them

(send me asks about your OCs, I’d love to hear about them!)

[whetstonefires]

uh, no? i'd be mad but considering the social and biological situation i probably wouldn't seek even normal divorce because of that, let alone what t'pring does.

they're vulcans. this is an arranged marriage.

if he doesn't love her the way she wants to be loved, and their attitudes toward work aren't compatible, that's unfortunate, but it's a personal emotional problem. or an interpersonal problem that could respond to mediation!

it's not something you murder someone about.

that is in no way an appropriate set of reasons to do what she did.

in fact doing that to someone you love is way, way more heinous and gross and most of all failing-at-being-a-vulcan than just the ice-cold self-interest she projects in 'Amok Time.'

see the thing about how t'pring weaponizes kal-if-fee is that this was not a normal use of the Ancient Traditional Divorce Protocol. resorting to kal-if-fee is pretty extreme to begin with, but t'pring chose her husband's best friend as her champion, rather than her boyfriend.

because if she chose her boyfriend then he might lose! and then he'd be dead and she'd still have to marry spock! that's obviously bad! she doesn't want there to be any risk involved!

so she was like. (she explains this! we don't have to infer it!) if spock kills his best friend then the pon farr will resolve, he'll be emotionally devastated, and he'll have neither any wish nor compulsion to be with me. so i'll be rid of him for at least seven years. if spock's best friend kills spock, then problem solved.

either way, i got mine.

if you assume she despised spock and considered his personal death and suffering to be completely meaningless and acceptable, then her logic is perfect. there don't appear to be any more civilized routes to divorce, and that's what she wants, and she's willing to unethically bend the law like a pretzel to get it. a t'pring who hates spock makes internal sense. she's fine.

a t'pring who loved spock at some point, who knows his virtues and wanted to possess him more closely and still does this, forces him into a position to kill or be killed by his best friend to get herself out of a situation they are both equally trapped in, to make him do all the suffering in this shitshow and keep herself safe--that becomes something sick. vicious. a crime of passion, by vulcan standards.

except not a crime at all, because she used the law to do it.

is the situation totally unjust by making 'two dudes fight to the death' her only divorce option? for sure! i don't like t'pring's attitude but i respect that she's nearly as much in a corner as spock himself, due to their society being extremely rigid.

but like. even though it's the best option for her personally, what she did to spock was brutally cruel.

and i am much more sympathetic toward it as a cold calculation than as an emotional reaction to feeling the man you've been betrothed to since childhood (and like and respect) cares too much about his job, which you don't approve of.

leaving him broken or dead just to widen the gap between you because you feel unappreciated in a relationship neither of you chose is disgusting.

that's a pretty unforgivable motive for that course of action even if you're not a vulcan. by vulcan norms i think it's probably mental illness. like what the fuck.

Still not over the news that one of the new Star Treks has Spock/T'Pring romance. Like.

Objectively this is a terrible writing move. Not just because of the obvious--that is, what possible purpose is served by injecting normative romance into Spock's canonical loveless arranged marriage?

(Who thinks this is a good direction to take a character about whom my main lingering question has always been to what extent her decision to have Spock killed to get out of being married to him was racially motivated?)

But because. The fantastic opportunity for humor opened up by Spock's longstanding policy of never discussing his personal affairs with his coworkers, even when this is a completely unhinged thing to not do.

Can you imagine if they'd put T'Pring in the show. Traveling for her job, maybe, and they put her on the Enterprise for whatever reason? (Possibly a computer algorithm making assignments was like 'oh her husband is on this vessel that's good' and preferenced that option lmao.) So then the entire rest of the crew sees Spock being painfully formal even for Spock with this lady Vulcan passenger, and her cutting him dead, and they're split at first between 'they hate each other' and 'this is just how vulcans are like.'

And then, after everyone is accustomed to that, circumstances conspire to get us a 'my wife.' Instant pandemonium. 😂

Just I cannot accept that there is anything they could build into this relationship that is of more value to the franchise than a super-extended version of the Journey to Babel introduction gag.

[trekgenderr]

Hey there, it's me again. I was wondering if I could request something again? Could you do something about making out with Kov , Dr Yuris (another underappreciated vulcan)and Soval please? Your last one was just so good and I absolutely loved it. If you dont want to or dont feel inspired to do it that's great too. Have a good one!

i got u!

((i just wanna apologize in advance for not including Dr. Yuris, i recently canceled my netflix subscription and couldn’t rewatch the episodes with him. and i also apologize for taking so long, i’m very sorry!))

Making out with Kov -

- you’d have to initiate it, but he’d most likely as about it first! such displays of affection don’t really happen in normal vulcan/vulcan relationships, unless it’s during pon farr

- he’d likely be anxious of hurting you or doing something wrong, vulcans are twice as strong as humans

- once he gets a feel for things, he’d feel more comfortable resting his hands on your waist, pulling you closer once you both really get into it

- his kiss itself wouldn’t be lustful, but more passionate than anything else. with years of not being able to give into his feelings, he’d be very passionate

- he’d be fond of holding you close the entire time. he wants to feel you on him, he doesn’t know why, but he does.

- when around others after that, he’d be very affectionate, even by human standards. he’d wanna hold your hand under the table (gasp, so scandalous) and give you goodbye kisses and hugs

Making out with Soval

- unlike Kov, Soval knows EXACTLY what he’s doing. The minute he gets you alone knowing you want affection, he’s on it.

- straight forward approach works best for him.

- while he’s not one to initiate, he definitely leads when it comes to making out. pulling you into his lap and using that vulcan strength of his to lift you almost effortlessly, all while still kissing you

- he’d most likely vulcan kiss you at the same time, slipping his free hand into yours gently gliding up your palm to your finger tips.

- he’s firm but passionate. not much so rough, but very reassuring and decisive in what he’s doing. he may even surprise you with how passionate he can really be, even by human standards.

- while he doesn’t pay much attention to you while you’re out in public, he’s very open to receiving affection. he doesn’t pay too much attention to you in public, not because he’s ashamed of having a human as a lover, but because of his public status he wants to uphold. he’d be the exact same with a vulcan lover.

[marveliciousfanace]

Fic title game: Escaping Hollow Songs

Sorry it took me a hot minute to respond to this! 

God, this is such a poetic title, there’s so many things I could do with it. But the thing I’m feeling strongest for a title like that is some good old fashioned K/S angst. Spock spends so much of his free time practicing the Vulcan lyre, it’s only logical that sooner or later he would begin trying his hand at composing. It’s an outlet, a way to remove these unfortunate feelings when meditation just won’t suffice, pouring them into every note. When he plays them in the rec room, people stop breathing, trying not to stare, peering in as they walk past the door and come to a halt, trying to work out just how the unfeeling Vulcan science officer can wring such heartbreaking sounds from the instrument. Because it’s clear the songs - even the lighter ones - are full of pain, even if only Spock knows what they’re really about.

Uhura is the one who suggests he tries his hand at lyrics, and Spock takes to that too. Vulcan poetry is, of course, some of the most passionate, the most beautiful in the galaxy, and he has studied the forms. He doesn’t sing them himself except when he’s alone, and he and Uhura pretend she doesn’t know exactly what the words mean when she sings them in the rec room and at recitals.

Jim doesn’t know how to feel. He’s delighted, of course. He loves Spock’s playing, loves to watch him work, his fingers dancing delicately over the instrument, cradling it with such care. The same way he touches the pieces when they play chess. The same way he handles an experiment. The way Jim wishes, fervently, Spock would handle him. But there’s confusion too, and anguish, because if the music makes anything clear it’s that something is hurting Spock, something that’s creeping into his playing if nothing else. And all he wants to do is make it go away.

He thinks there may be one way to help. It’s cheating to use the universal translator, and besides, it never gets the nuances quite right, and his Vulcan is rusty from Academy days anyway, so Jim pours over his books, comparing Spock’s lyrics with the library database, with any scrap of study on the Vulcan language he can get. And what he figures out shocks him.

Spock writes songs about many things. About the struggles of being of two worlds, the doors it has opened for him, and the ones it has closed. About the ship he has come to call home, their missions, the good and the bad. About the people he has learned to call a family, and the family he no longer sees but rarely. And most of all, he writes about Jim.

He writes about the way Jim’s eyes remind him of the shifting Vulcan sands, warm as the deserts he hails from. He writes about his hands, strong and steady and so unexpectedly soft when Jim rests them on him. He writes about a bond his mind, his soul, his katra calls for, the way it bleeds still, incomplete. He writes - vaguely, of course - about a fight almost to the death, about the body beneath his as his blood roared through his veins, about loss and grief strong enough to break even the fiercest fever and the sweet relief to hold him, however briefly, in his arms. He writes, and he writes, and he writes, but no amount of words will ever capture Jim in totality, this beautiful, complicated, incredible human that seems forever just out of reach. He can only write t’hy’la, over and over, embedded as deep in his poetry as Jim Kirk is in his heart, and hope that one day, words will be enough.

And the next time Jim sees Spock in the rec room, picking out a haunting melody on the lyre as Uhura sings his lyrics, about love and pain and all too human feelings, Jim sidles over to Spock. He compliments the Vulcan on his composing, his poetry. And quietly, carefully, he cites a Vulcan poet it reminds him of. Quotes a line back in Vulcan, then in Standard. He feels Spock stiffen beside him, hitting a sour note that he quickly recovers, staring up at Jim with wide eyes. Jim smiles. Squeezes Spock’s shoulder. It’s not a production, but in that easy way of theirs, they suddenly both know.

When Spock finishes his performance, while Uhura is taking her well-deserved bows, Jim reaches out with the oz’hesta. Spock only needs to correct his fingers a little before he returns it.

Spock doesn’t stop playing, but the songs start to take on much less of a melancholy tone. They’re hardly jigs, but they’re much better, grand and sweeping, full of bright notes and words of love and trust. Of a t’hy’la bond, revered and cherished, and the infinite wonders it brings. And after all, Jim thinks. There are few things more romantic than a Vulcan love song.

[og-danny-dorito]

Spock Headcanons (There's No Reason This Time I Swear)

S F W: 

- I don't even know why I like him so much I just do, but my dumb gay ass just loves this man. seriously no kidding

- spock is a child of two worlds; an outcast but a familiar part of both systems in their actuality, residing as the cross section between Vulcan and human that was frowned upon for so long. his intelligence was left unconsidered as he passed all of his classes with excellence, being known as not the intelligent Vulcan boy but as the dysfunctional human hybrid of a being

- so obviously he's probably got some insecurities

- they're not bad, but he tends to be a bit self deprecating sometimes when referring to capability of things. for instance if you ask him if he can say uhhh.... if he can draw something for example. he’ll most likely state that he has no talent or not enough skill or his previous artwork was terrible so he doesn't suggest asking him for it. 

- he knows what he logically isn't and is capable of, but the human doubt still crawls in the back of his mind like a parasite. he still feels emotions, just less outwardly, he's definitely capable of feeling and if you are observant enough you'll notice that he expresses himself through very very small gestures

- when he quirks a brow at something he either finds it surprising or he's being sarcastic, two things which don't happen often (except the latter)

- he's very private, obviously, but is still open to conversation about his interests. mostly he says that he just reads and works in his spare time, but that's not exactly the truth

- when he has nothing else to do, spock finds interest in cat videos and cat videos only. seriously, he'll watch them for hours if he's not got nothing to do, just staring at the screen in silence as he watches cats do stupid cute things like they're the most interesting beings in the world

- he secretly would like a cat as a pet, but yknow it's not really easy to keep pets on Starfleet considering he doesn't want to deprive the animal of connectivity with nature

- can and will debate you about whether cats or dogs are better. sulu once said he thought cats were problematic in spock’s general area of 10 feet in diameter and there was a very heated debate that went on for a good hour or so before sulu got frustrated and decided to just let him win

- spock also likes weird and exotic plants considering that their chemical composition is interesting. he finds it fascinating that different planets use the plants around them for food or medical treatment or a number of other things, so he finds that a way to start off with a culture study is to study the biotany of the planet first

- had NEVER seen a cactus before coming to earth, and now has like 10 of them just sitting in his quarters. he'll never tell anyone but they're named after the constellations that can be seen from Vulcan. he's just a nerd I swear

- Shakespeare nerd, although that's  fact not a headcanon

- romantically I think he'd have fairly bad self worth issues. a lot of the time he views himself as unworthy of his partner, and he'll have trouble with physical contact the first few times mainly because he doesn't exactly know what to do with himself

- not much for pda at all. he says it's because it's indecent, but it's really because he gets all flustered when you kiss his cheek or snake your fingers around his in public where there are people all around. he gets super embarrassed and it's cUTE

- wouldn't have a favorite part of his partner physically; he's genuinely only attracted to the mind. male or female or not even using that gender binary, if you fit whatever standard he holds for intelligence and actually love him he doesn't care what you physically are

- vulcans bond through souls so appearance basically doesn't matter. this doesn't mean he doesn't find you attractive, it just means he wouldn't care if you weren't. he loves everything about you anyway, beautiful or not to the world around you both

- you could call him pansexual and I feel like he prefers someone with a more feminine or elegant way of handling themselves. someone that generally is elegant and cunning seriously catches his attention, and on top of that someone who can and will openly challenge him genuinely makes him intrigued and enrapt with you

- he does kindof have a taste for people who can be reckless (cough Jim cough) due to impulse or bravery, seeing as he admires the fact that the person is willing to take a risk

- cannot be with someone closed off and cold, it just won't work cause he himself is basically a block of ice. he does feel but like barely, and even then he doesn't really show it

- one good way to tell the emotion is to look into his eyes. they speak more than he ever would about his feelings to anyone out loud

- writes poetry to give as presents to those he cares about; most commonly to lovers or his mom (at least he used to write for his mom, until she died). he writes actually very well, although his poetry is more structured than eloquent in a sense of interpretation and imaginativeness. he writes about things that he likes about you, which ends up describing all of you with very specific details you probably didn't realize until you read the lines

- appreciates art in all forms, although he's fairly certain he'd be bad at it. if you write stories or draw he's always open to helping you interpret characters or figure out a good way to express your own feeling through the ar if you're having trouble. encourages you to try new things with pretty much everything, but mostly art

- VERY very good at giving advice, he's basically the Strict Mom of the whole crew (I say strict mom because there are multiple different people who take the mom title, such as Leonard “Bones” McCoy; Stressed Mom). for instance if you're injured or being faced with mentally stressing conditions he'll most likely tell you to take breaks more often or suggest speaking about them to either your peers or to someone you trust. usually people go to him when they don't know what to do and he calculates the probabilities of each and suggest they put aside most emotional matters to think through it more clearly

- his ideal date would probably be like going to a museum or something, but all he’ll do is stay in a section with all the cool rocks and taxidermy animals while asking your opinion and knowledge on them curiously. he may know about pretty much everything in there but he doesn't care, he likes to watch you marvel at all the cool things in there

- 100% does buy the stuffed animals and figurines that are supposed to be models of stuff. yes, he knows that he can find that rock from that one planet practically anywhere but he still WANTS it because it GLOWS in the DARK

- probably would not think you're like seriously dating until the second month or so, mainly to calculate stability between you two

- is open to a marriage if he's been courting someone for a particularly long time, being at least three years or so. he's very very plan-oriented and organized and so he expects you to be lacking impulsiveness when making life-changing decisions

- bonding with his partner means the most to him in all honesty, though. it hold s such a high regard in his heart and soul that he genuinely feel s very very seriously and passionately about it. it's something he doesn't take with a grain of salt, mostly because he wants to be with the one he loves forever. you mean the world to him, and he wants to keep you as close as possible for as long as possible

- down to have kids, maybe a girl that he'd name Amanda, after his mother, or a boy named Grayson or some Vulcan name that you wouldn't be able to pronounce correctly without extensive practicing

- just thinks kids are nice, although he'd probably be a little hesitant and VERY protective

- OH and before I finish this is completely unrelated but I feel like he likes summer more than any other season since it reminds him of his homeland so much. that and he also likes that everything grows up nicely during this time

- his favorite flower is either the notch-leaf phacelia or the harvestbell mainly because he likes the colors and structure of them; he just thinks they look neat

- he'll get them for you whenever, most likely organize the flowers specifically himself for you, combining yours and his favorite flowers to look beautiful even though the could be completely different

- denies that he's a hopeless romantic, merely stating that he just wants you to know that he loves you by giving you poems and flowers 

- but we all know The Truth

- tbh he just cares a lot, although he's bad a thing showing emotions. Spock is calm and collected, but inside a whirlpool of thoughts flood his head daily. be patient with him and he'll open up over time, letting you see into the depths of the mind you'll come to cherish so deeply

[angsty-violet]

Agony - Chapter 15

Agony Masterpost

@whumptober2020

“Now that you’ve been marked as mine, I want to tell you a few things about myself, especially about my former experiments. I realized last night that I have been nattering to you all about how you’re different and new and wonderful, but you have no idea how brilliant you are. So, I want to tell you about a few former exploits. Make you see your true value to me.”

Tuvok raised his head and looked at him. He had his back to the wall, and his knees pressed against his chest. The last thing Tuvok wanted to hear was about the other victims that didn’t manage to get away. He didn’t want to think of the people that had been left for dead in his place.

“We will start with my first experiment. The Academy of Science had just turned me down for drug trials on a drug I created. They claimed that the side effects were too severe to justify having a drug like that on the market. I decided that it was best to conduct my own trials on a limited subject base and then present my findings to the Academy. So, I paid for my first subject to be delivered to my lab. Unfortunately, they were weak, and they died two weeks into the trials. Very unfortunate.”

“Did that convince you the drug was too dangerous for the market?”

“No, that would come after my 5th subject died with 3 days of taking it. I decided that they were probably right about the drug. However, I did discover a new field of study-torture and pain. I set out to find the perfect specimen of resistance to pain. You see, my idea was that I would discover what allowed them to deal with it so well. Then I could find a way to market it to soldiers. That way, our men would never give away our secrets.”

Tuvok raised an eyebrow. “What if the technique used in overcoming was something purely genetic. You can teach a soldier to meditate, but that doesn’t mean he will clear his mind and find higher meaning.”

“I had a plan for that too. It’s why I’m so careful with all of my subjects that do very well. Like you, for example. Beyond a few slip-ups, I haven’t even dared to use tortures that work well but are likely to cause severe harm. Once I find what I am looking for, I will isolate the ability and extract if it is genetic or biological. Or learn the technique and teach it to others if it is just a personal attribute.”

“However, no one had been up to your exacting standards.”

Kell’an sighed dramatically. “I started with our own people, but they are the ones that need the most help. Then I moved on to alien races. However, to date, only you have covered each of my standards entirely. At least so far. There are several tests that remain, then, of course, figuring out what makes you resilient. After that, if you survive, you get to leave and go wherever you please. On the plus side, our ships are far superior to yours. You would be able to catch up with your crew. Perhaps even adapt the technology to get home faster.”

“That is very unlikely. We have encountered several civilizations that are more advanced than we are. Their technology has never been compatible with ours. There have simply been too many differences in the way it functions. This is likely because our entire basis of civilizations is so different. The quadrants make it almost impossible to overlap.”

“Still, you would be able to return to your people. Perhaps you aren’t heartened enough by my stories. How about the one that seemed like he was going to go all the way and then didn’t. He was Rigelleinan. Strong and focused, with excellent control over his mind and body. He made it to the point you are now. However, he broke when you have survived.”

“The branding? When you mark your victims as belonging to you and force them to think they are less than a person.”

“Such a clever thing you are to have figured out my plot. You are less than a person, though, and until you complete my trials, you will forever be. I have forced you into being an animal, and the only way to climb back up to sentience is to beat me at my own game. We’ve gotten off track, though. The brand didn’t break his body, but his mind. He simply couldn’t reconcile belonging to someone else.”

Tuvok stared at him. “You have gone so far past the realm of true science that it is hard to believe you still call these experiments. This isn’t even science a step too far. You have entered into a world where the only thing this can possibly resemble is unnecessary pain. Torture only for torture’s sake.”

Kell’an laughed softly. “You have such strong ethics for someone who doesn’t feel emotion. You aren’t feeling sympathy for these people. You aren’t feeling anything at all. Interestingly, you believe very strongly about your ethics without any of the passion behind them. You simply take them as fact. Is that how your people are raised?”

Tuvok thought about this for a moment. Humans had expressed similar confusion in the past. Truthfully, he had only come across this strong ethical belief in one other Vulcan. That had been Captain Spock. Yet, he was half-human and often felt things the way that humans did. Tuvok didn’t know how to explain his ethics to a stranger. He didn’t even know how to explain them to his family.

Despite the lack of emotion behind it, Tuvok did adhere to a rigid ethical belief system. Once that seemed unique to himself. He looked at Kell’an, whose own beliefs had led him to torture and murder other people, and figured that maybe it didn’t need tugging on. That thread could stay where it was if only because it was logical to leave something alone when confronting might cause more danger.

[hananeouddoud]

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[bloojayoolie]

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[chartreuseblood]

Lucy

“Wait, wait, wait. Who was that little girl who was in there for most of that?”

The Vulcan finally lifted his eyes from the cave floor to look at this young, blue-eyed Kirk. His dark eyebrows were furrowed and his expression was riddled with questions about everything from the mind meld, even if he only verbally expressed one.

Spock began to recall with a light of fondness what specific memories he was referring to and could not conceal his soft smile.

“My granddaughter.”

They were in the middle of a game of chess. 

Both men had been simultaneously sipping their mugs of tea as Jim strategically planned his upcoming move. Spock had made to point out that Jim’s reading glasses were still on, in which he got the reply that he knew Spock enjoyed him in the glasses, of which there was always a tinge of warmth that could not be relinquished. 

The chess piece was just barely touching the board when the PADD sat on the kitchen island buzzed a message notification. Jim laid the piece down and rose, careful not to shake the table, making his way to see what was said, only after pressing a hasty kiss to his husband’s temple. 

L.H.MCCOY: Jim, I think you ought to see to this... The girls have some big news and they want you two to hear it, too. 

 The girls. ‘The girls’ always referred to Saavik and Joanna. After the initial mentorship, Jim and Spock felt as though Saavik was a daughter to them and took her in as so, which she gladly accepted. There was a mutual feeling of love at first sight when the women first met, no matter how much they continuously seem to get under each other’s skin. Bones had always been somewhat of a brother and became even more so when the daughters married. 

Spock had already read the emotion and thoughts through the bond as Jim mentally read the message so he knew what was being beckoned as they made eye contact. He huffed getting up from the comfort of his favorite dining chair, only to get comfortable again moments later, sat between Jim’s hip and the sofa’s armrest with his legs across Jim’s lap. His arm curled across Jim’s shoulders and began running his fingers repeatedly through tight ringlets as Jim turned on the large screen viewer above their mantle. 

It took a minute and a few uncounted rings for the girls to pick up. As usual, there was some bickering already heard on their line and hardly ceased by time the connection stabilized. 

“Sa-mekh, you are being as grossly affectionate as always.” was the first remark, coming from Saavik and being directed at Spock. Had he been fully human, he would have retorted in a comment but instead lifting an eyebrow before getting an idea. He turned Jim’s head towards his own and initiated a deeply passionate kiss, to be even more ‘gross’.

“Disgusting...” Joanna scoffed, watching the tender happening before her. She and her wife were mentally in mutual agreement that they were dirty old men. 

“You sound more and more like your father each day, Jo.” Kirk chuckled after the make-out session cut short. Spock’s head then laid between his jawline and shoulder, intertwining their fingers in the shared lap. 

As Joanna shook her head, he continued, “Bones said you two had something important to tell us.” At this, Joanna returned her composure and shared a sympathetic look with Saavik. 

“Yes,” The half-Vulcan woman started, looking down at their desk and picking something up, “We are, as humans put it, ‘expecting’.” Her delivery was blunt as her attention was turned to gauge reactions. 

“Oh.” was all Jim could softly manage to say. Previously, Spock’s head had been resting and his eyes closed but the earth-shattering news caused him to pick it up and stare with knitted eyebrows. 

“Who is carrying?” He inquired blatantly, receiving a nervous smile from Joanna in response. 

“Du s’frei the tehvars, a’ri?” His voice was unwavering, nearly cold, as he spoke in native tongue, concealing a portion of the conversation. [You understand the dangers, correct?]

“Ah, ah, veling, sa-mekh. Olozhikaik? Ri, hi a aitlun.” At least Saavik understood what risk they were running and that their wish was not inherently logical. With that, Spock nodded his approval. [Yes, yes, of course, father. Logical? No, but a desire.] 

Joanna and Jim were still deserted among what was just exchanged but the Vulcans seemed pleased with themselves, which one could only hope for. 

When he found it appropriate, Jim set congratulations in order on both his and his husband’s behalfs. Surprisingly, Saavik actually let a small smile slip and she grasped Joanna’s hand graciously. All four agreed on keeping the older two up-to-date on how everything was blowing over. 

After the call was ended, Jim looked to Spock lovingly.

“This should shape up to be interesting.”

“It shall indeed be fascinating.”

Six months later, they transported cross-country for the small baby shower. When Jim had mentioned they were invited, Spock began extensive research into the human ritual and was calculating both efficiency and cost for their intended gift. Practicality and logical were key. 

Jim had to talk him out of a Sehlat cub and they compromised on a futuristic mobile. It projected onto the ceiling and presented stars and solar systems. Being as it were, Spock, of course, reprogrammed one of its settings to include Vulcan and its twin suns as an accoutrement. He revised the accuracy of the Terra diagram and its accompanying sister planets and stars, as well.

Jim was quite proud and assured him it would be well appreciated. It was no doubt thought of outside of the box. Mobiles were still typical, even well into the 23rd century, but not as this one was fitted. 

The couple were dozed off together the entire ride over to the apartment, Jim’s head on Spock’s shoulder and Spock’s own head resting on Jim’s forehead. You know how old men do. When they arrived, they spent a few minutes stretching before making their way to the front door. 

Saavik was the one to answered the door and directed them to the living area, flour dusted on her forehead. Spock wiped it off for her, not unlike a mother hen, before she turned on her heel to return to her current task. In the living room, Joanna was comfortably reclined in her leather recliner and the elder McCoy sat across from her on the sofa. 

The pair were greeted with a warm welcome. To Joanna’s convenience, she wasn’t expected to get up as Jim simply patted her hands rested on her stomach and Spock offered a ta’al. Bones, unexpectedly, got up to hug them and Spock actually allowed it for once. Saavik joined them a few minutes later, sitting on Joanna’s armrest and connecting a possessive hand to the swollen stomach that was almost awkward on that thin frame. 

“So just a little get-together?” Jim asked as his husband got comfortable beside him. 

“Yes, since someone insists it would keep my stress level down.” Joanna answered, narrowing her eyes at her father. 

“You know I’m right, missy.” He hissed in return.

“Christine says everything is fine.” 

“By human standards, yes. But you have to be more careful with half-breeds.” The other two half-breeds in the room shot him equally-matched glares. 

“Alright, alright, no need for a cat-fight. I was only wondering.” The tension only died slightly at Jim’s resolution. Spock only relaxed more at his husband’s touch. All could agree that there was truth in McCoy’s statement but his wording was what had everyone at his throat. 

The silence was awkward and unbroken until Saavik’s audible flinch and the uproar of Joanna laughing. The older men of the room weren’t quite sure what just happened before their eyes but it was enough to send Joanna into a wave of laughter tears and Saavik a dazed confusion. 

“Apparently the baby is also mad at you too, Dad.” Jo choked out, struggling to breath after laughing so hard. She had to remove her glasses to wipe her eyes and a wave of blonde fell in her face as she did. 

“She kicked really hard and that’s why Saav got so startled.” She explained finally, replacing her glasses on her nose.

“She?” Bones inquired, eyebrow slightly raised. It was almost an ancient mimic of Spock, which was scary in itself. 

“I neglected to mention that, didn’t I?” Joanna murmured, looking to Saavik who was nodding, “We found out the sex at the last ultrasound a few days ago.” 

“A little girl... I’ll be damned.” Leonard chuckled, leaning back in his spot. 

“Pay up, Bones.” Kirk directed at him, motioning at him as if he had the physical credits. They had drunkenly taken a gamble about a month earlier and somehow remembered it.

“Over my dead body.”

“You’re a dirty bastard, you cheat.” 

***

After a little while, they were preparing to sit and try the fruit tart concoction Saavik had slaved over when Joanna caught Kirk’s eyes level with her stomach.

“You can feel it if you’d like.” She said quietly, earning his eyes adverting upwards and blush threatening to reach his cheeks. 

“May I?” She was already offering but he wanted to solidify it by being polite. She nodded and his aged hand gingerly reached out to search for a kicking foot. It was a luxury he had missed out on with David before he was born and something bypassed by a lack of biological children among himself and Spock. In spite of these thoughts, he still warmly smiled at the feeling of a kick. 

Spock was observing the feat quietly at Kirk’s side. It was far beyond anything he’d had seen and though it appeared odd, he could lightly feel the significance, especially if he stretched across the bond to see Jim’s thoughts. It was when Joanna’s eyes met his in an offering manner that he unintentionally shuddered.

However, he still accepted the invitation as Kirk retreated to take his seat at the table once more. He barely had two fingers lightly touching the area before he flinched, even more so than Saavik had earlier. Everyone was slightly baffled but he was the most bewildered. Not even he knew why that happened. 

“I... apologize... for my reaction.” He mumbled, trying to compose himself. His finger tips almost felt singed and apparently there was a warm feeling on the other end as well. 

“Well, I’m not sure if this is a good thing or not, but she seems to have settled down.” Joanna seemed pleasantly surprised, if not somewhat joyed. It did mean a break on the inside on her abdomen. Spock was still stiff and tensed, not sure what exactly he had caused. 

“Dare I say you’re a magic man?” His husband laughed.

A little over three months passed until their next visit which would be more important. They were staying a few days before and after Joanna was due to help create a comfortable environment along with Bones.  

Barely a day and a half in, the little bun decided it was done cooking and wanted out. Thankfully, nobody panicked as they were all prepared. The nearest hospital had already been on call about all of this and were not alarmed at the sudden urgency.

They even flew in Dr. M’Benga, who they somehow still let practice medicine despite being as old of a bastard as Kirk and McCoy. The delivery was scheduled to be via cesarean section to ensure the safety of mother and child, and though M’Benga wouldn’t be performing it himself, he was still there to advise in the procedure. 

It was surprising they let Saavik stay in the room despite all of her pacing. The soon-to-be grandfathers were all sat quietly, watching whatever motion they could see from the glass window separating them from the surgery room. 

Soon, Saavik’s ears flicked and she ceased pacing at a first cry. Bones and Jim stood when they could faintly her it and all watched the child being fully lifted up. The human males were over come with joy and Saavik expressed the same feeling in her own way. 

While Spock arguably felt the same, it was hard to discern it out of the wave of emotion that crashed into him, turning his stomach nauseous and sending him searching for a restroom in case it followed through. Jim noticed his absence in seconds without the aid of the bond and went to find him. 

He had stumbled into the nearest restroom and there they sat, on the floor, waiting to see if anything would actually come up, Jim’s hand rubbing circles on Spock’s lower back. When no bile came burning up, they both sighed and looked to each other. 

“I’m sorry, Jim. I did not expect my... erratic behavior. Simply too many emotions flourished at once and I could not suppress them.” His tone was laden with guilt but Jim just took his face in hand, kissing all over it. He only stopped when Spock relaxed beneath him and even then, it was hard to stop. 

Finally, they got to their feet and began to make their way to the room where Joanna was taken after the operation was complete. Kirk walked in first and Spock was beginning to apologize behind him when he realized why his husband was in a dead-stop before him and everyone silent. 

There was a sort of majesty and awe in the first moments of a mother holding a child against her chest. Most did it with a bare chest for maximum skin contact and this was the case here. Saavik’s gaze was deeply in love and as proud as Kirk and the elder McCoy. As for Spock... He would not know for a while what he felt in that moment.

Nonetheless, it was a pleasant emotion, surely.

***

The few more days spent in the hospital than necessary was forwarded by McCoy’s warranted concern. It was top priority that the three quarters emotion of a baby was healthy and her mother was as well. 

Jim and Spock were only a call away until Bones told them everything was set and everyone met at the apartment. Saavik was the one wielding the baby, who was fully awake and staring at everyone with eyes whose color was not too dissimilar to Kirk’s. Despite having parents on the thinner side, the little one already had a small bit of weight to her. Or maybe it was just the density carried over by her genes. 

The baby -- Lucille (in which Jim made the joke “Little Richard or The Beatles?” which definitely showed his age) -- was interested in everyone and their fingers, despite being days old, though that may have once again been due to the green blooded heritage. However, the person who fascinated her the most was Spock; when she wasn’t distracted, Lucy’s attention was always on him and was constantly trying to grasp for him. 

He caught onto the pleas but willfully ignored them, not running the risk of, well, just about anything. From the previous outbursts to the possibility he could drop her or she’d hit one of his sensitive areas, he was not ready to take a chance. To his relief, everyone allowed it for a while. 

She was passed around by the other four and cooed at or swaddled in their arms. She only fussed a bit when she began to hunger, in which she was swept up by Joanna to be fed and peppered in kisses. She scowled with her little face for a moment as her soft cheeks were kissed but it didn’t matter as she was sleepy seconds after. 

Small eyes began to close gently until Jo started to sit back down, causing her to stir. Lucy sprung up a fit and turned to Spock, who was sat across the table, staring with teary eyes. It was not unusual that an eyebrow raised but it was a shock when he finally held out his hand to her, which she placed her tiny one into. At her continued squirming, Joanna gently passed her over for Spock to hold.

The only one not catching flies while gaping in awe was Jim, heart swollen with love as always. Spock began to rise to get comfortable on the sofa, but not without tenderly kissing his husband’s forehead. Everyone was still taking the moment in when he plopped down on the cushion, folding his legs as if he were going to meditate, perfectly cradling a smiling baby at his chest.

Knowing that it would take silence for Lucy to fall asleep, Saavik was the one who beckoned everyone to the porch for tea. Meanwhile, Spock only had to sit there before Lucy was dead asleep in the crook of his arm. He wasn’t sure when exactly he fell asleep himself. 

After a while, Joanna had come in to pry her daughter from his grasp to set her in a proper crib. She had thought her approach was gentle enough but Lucy was starting to fuss, in turn leading Spock to begin to stir. Everyone had a clear view from the porch and watched as she backed up to leave them at rest. The baby stilled and the lack of motion and noise caused Spock to relax once more.

It was in that moment everyone knew they’d be inseparable.

And, it held true that her Sa’mekh’al was always her favorite. It was true that Grandpa [Jim] was the most kind-hearted and Papa [McCoy] the funniest, but Sa’mekh’al was -- well, himself.

Just like Ko-mekh, he was a hybrid, but in his case, even more cast out based on his blood. Being Vulcan and Romulan was one thing, but they were more interrelated than being Vulcan and Human. Not to mention, he greatly understood the difficulty in keeping a human side under wrap. 

He taught her how to raise an eyebrow and the basics of the Vulcan language from a young age, both of which Saavik huffed at, having her daughter be articulate in native tongue while battling with their eyebrows. He also talked at length about science and his adventures. Occasionally, Lucy asked what it was like to be married and bonded to a t’hy’la. Whenever she asked, she could see the love swelling behind his eyes as he began to ramble on and on about Jim. 

Another stark similarity between them was the lack of childhood friends. It was understandably difficult to find other pointed-ear children in Boston. Spock would tell her that San Francisco was a melting pot and whenever she would be able to visit, she could likely find at least someone. It was a nice thought but she was content just confiding in him, even if they were always nearly five thousand kilometers between them. 

Upon Jim’s untimely death, he was able to, in return, seek comfort in her and her mothers. Anyone with half a brain could see the pain and grief he felt, but after all of the stories she heard growing up, Lucy knew it ran much deeper than what could been seen. 

She was the one who gifted him the holo of one of Jim’s last recordings and hung it on a chain. It would be the one he’d wear for years to come. That was the first time she ever saw him cry... no, not just cry... sob. 

To say the least, he was basically a reliable father figure in the place of a lack of a father. He taught her how to be a functional young woman, beyond what her parents taught her daily. They were almost as joined at the hip as Spock was to Jim.

“Spock?” 

The elder finally opened his eyes, taking notice of the wet tears frosting over on his cheeks. The young Kirk was looking at him with concern, biting his already busted lip. 

He had hoped the blue eyes would read the pain, grief, and lone feeling hidden behind his own but reminded himself that this was not his Jim. No, his younger self was who was to belong to him and have his pain read. 

“I apologize, I was entranced by recalling fond memories.” It was much too often he found himself apologizing to one Jim or another. 

“It’s alright...” The way this came out of this Jim’s mouth was too close to his t’hy’la’s for comfort. However, it had seemed the bank in his tear-ducts had already run dry and it was no use to double over and ponder, risking relapse. Considering his options, he sighed.

“If I were to explain what I was re-examining, will you make a promise not to inform my younger self from this timeline? If my calculations are correct, they will occur in good time on this plane as well.” 

Kirk nodded with a weary smile, making himself comfortable. 

[cryptidophelia]

Friends

Pairing: Doctor Phlox x Klingon!reader (platonic)

Requested by: anon

Prompt: Klingon reader (female) imagine where she's trying to fit in on the Enterprise and kind of confused because she's to calm and logical for Klingon standards but also to passionate and full pf pride to fit the human standards. So she struggles with her place in the world and Phlox comforts and befriends her. Perhaps she saved him on an away mission and the two of them bond and she is fiercely protective of her new friend? Maybe the reader crashed along on earth at the first episode and survived, she saw that the humans tried to help and decided to hunt those Zuliban that killed her friend down. It's a warriors duty to avenge their fallen comrades.

Word Count: 482 words

A/n: I made the reader gender neutral, like there wasn’t really a chance to be like “hey reader’s female” ykw I mean I hope that’s okay also I made the reader be the dead Klingon’s sister/sibling, they’re avenging their brother’s death by joining the Enterprise. I hope you like this fic!!! :)

You sat down in medbay, watching Doctor Phlox as he walked around looking for something. You cleared your throat and you heard him laugh.

“I know you’re there, don’t worry,” he said.

“Then why are you not attending me?” you asked.

“Patience, my friend,” he said, “I’m looking for something.”

“Yes,” you said, “I can see that. But what?”

“This,” he said happily, apparently finding what he was looking for and holding it up.

“It is a PADD,” you said dryly.

“Yes, it is,” the doctor agreed. “And there’s no reason for you to be here, you’re in perfect health, so you obviously wish to have company- or help. This PADD has information about human social habits and topics.”

You growled quietly. “A warrior does not seek comfort in conversation-”

“They seek battle, yes I know,” Doctor Phlox said.

“I will not pretend to be human,” you said. “I am a Klingon warrior. And I have no place here.”

“Oh, don’t say that,” the doctor said, “you do have a place here! Just like everyone else.”

“I am only here to hunt and kill the Zuliban responsible for my brother’s death. It is a warrior’s duty. I am not here to socialize and play with others,” you said. “Besides, the humans do not want me here. They think that I am going to kill them all in their sleep.”

“What would be the honor in that?” doctor Phlox asked, sounding cheerful for some reason. “And they shouldn’t be afraid of you. After all, you saved my life on that away mission last week.”

“You have somehow become my friend,” you admitted, then you let out a loud, angry sigh and stood up. “You are the only person on this vessel that I can talk to.”

“Have you tried T’Pol?” Phlox asked. “She’s not human, perhaps you would be able to confide in each other.”

“She is...intimidating,” you admitted, lifting your chin. “And I am not going to talk about feelings with a Vulcan.”

Phlox laughed. “Of course not,” he said. “But what about me? Are you ever going to talk about something other than honor?”

“There is nothing else,” you said, then hesitated. “Would you be willing to practice fighting with me? I have no one else to do so with, and I must be battle ready when I meet the cowards who killed my brother.”

Doctor Phlox grinned at you, his face stretching widely. You bared your teeth at him in return.

“Of course! I’m happy that you would think of me!” he said. “Meet me here at 18:00 hours, we’ll work something out.” He held out his arm to you, and you noticed that he was still gripping the PADD he had offered to you earlier.

You took the PADD. “Thank you,” you said, “my friend.”

Doctor Phlox inclined his head at you. “It would be my honor,” he said.