#or 7 and raffi

[cancersyndrome]

>looking for a new blog to follow

>ask the OP if their posts are yuri or genderbend yaoi

>she doesnt understand

>pull out illustrated diagram explaining what is yuri and what is genderbend yaoi

>she laughs and says “it’s a good ship, ma’am”

>follows blog

>its genderbend yaoi

[xentauria-archive]

^ Closeup of their cutey faces

[xentauria]

And a closeup.... Also, the line art from early on

[biblicallyinaccuratespoons]

from the dumbass who brought you this post comes a new Elnor-centric fic!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65592580

(i still have no idea what's going on with tumblr links-)

as usual, fic is under the cut for all those without AO3 <3

He had done it. 

Yep. He had gone and done it alright. 

Elnor stared at himself in the mirror, eyes more tired than usual, hands bracing the sides of the sink. Scissors abandoned to his left, years of memories lay in strands on the floor around him. 

He watched the figure in the mirror as it studied him. The freckles along his jaw, and mole under his lips trembled as he did. He had lost himself. Temporarily his mind, and currently his soul as a whole. 

He had heard other cadets talking in the halls on their way to class. 

They had shot expressions towards each other, nothing mean, just thoughts that got stuck under Elnor’s skin. 

Some chatted to their friends about this “New year, new me!”, while others had insisted that “We’re turning over a new leaf, it feels like it's time for a change.”

Others commented behind his back on how strange they thought it was to see a male romulan with such long hair. Such raggedy ends. 

“Now is the only moment.” He had muttered as he raised the cold steel to just below his collarbones. 

The grating sounds of metal scraping metal echoed off of his dorm’s bathroom walls as they severed the soft, delicate strips of keratin that they met. 

Dark brownish-black locks fell like snowflakes on his bare feet, landing softly on the tile. No sound, though to him it felt like marble pillars falling on granite. Gunshots ringing out with every snip. A little bit more of the Elnor of Vashti that he used to be was slipping through his fingers with each methodic work of the scissors in his hand. 

Six years of memories, five years, four years, three years. Gone. 

Hair holds memories, after all. And now, his past lay in shambles on his bathroom floor. 

And now he was gone. Lifeless chunks of hair hung crooked against his chest. Hacked away with much less skill and method then he was used to. What used to be tied up neatly, brushed methodically, braided carefully, was all gone. The itch of stray hairs tickled at his back, his neck, his chest. 

His arms shook as he gripped the counter, a stone of regret had settled itself in the pit of his belly, wrapping itself along his spine and filling him with an unbearable amount of dread. 

“What have I done?” He whispered to himself. 

He struggled to recognise himself, eyebrows knitting together as the exhaustion in his eyes made itself known. 

He managed to pry his eyes away from himself, taking in the carnage of 2AM decisions gone wrong. 

Elnor frowned, kicking the pieces of himself to the edges of the cramped room. A problem for a future him. 

What had he done?

He spared another look at himself; a mess. Inside him, wrestling against the dread and regret was a longing. A need. 

Back on Vashti, he remembered Zani, his pseudo-mother. He remembered how she would hold him as he cried, scrapes and bumps and mistakes being soothed back by her warmth. The gentle trims she would perform on his hair when the ends split, when it got caught in the crosshairs of swordplay. She could fix it. She would fix it. A mom could fix it. 

Elnor’s eyes widened, grabbing the scissors off the bathroom counter and shoving them roughly into the pockets of his academy-branded sweatpants. 

Raffi.

Raffi could help. She had basically claimed custody of him, she was his pseudo-mother of Earth. 

Raffi could help. 

Elnor pulled on a pair of shoes, most likely mismatched as he was only on a one track mind as he pulled open the door in front of him. 

Raffi wasn't on staff, but she was visiting today. She would have a room somewhere in the guest dormitory. 

Elnor ran, poorly put on slippers slapping against the concrete of the courtyard. He skidded to a stop in front of the doors, tapping away on the screen outside of the double doors. 

He tapped his way into finding her dorm number. Raffaela Musiker. Room 321 . He didn’t stop to check if anyone else was there, he just slid his key card into the doors and ran his way up the stairs. 

He had slowed himself down when he got to the hallway.

311…

313…

315…

317…

319…

321.

Elnor stopped. 

Seeds of doubt mixed in with the dread and longing. What if Raffi didn’t want to help him?

What if Raffi was asleep? What if he woke her and she was upset?

Elnor took in a deep breath, pulled the scissors out of his pocket, palm protectively around the closed blade, and raised his other hand. His knuckles knocked softly on Raffi’s door, anxiety building and constricting around his windpipe as he prepared to talk. 

His hand just barely stopped before it connected with the now open door. The gentle “whoosh” caught his attention as the small wind blew away some more of the stray hairs still stuck to his soft cotton shirt. 

He lowered his hand as a very tired Seven met his eyes. 

“Hey kid,” she said quietly, “shouldn’t you be in bed?” 

Elnor frowned, looking down at his slippers and lowering his scissors. “I need help. I need Raffi.” he muttered. 

He looked to Seven more and more like a little child by the second. She methodically scanned Elnor’s body for what he needed help with, finally landing on the disaster of his hair. 

“Bad decision?” Seven asked, leaning against the doorway as Elnor nodded in confirmation. 

“Raffi’s out with Picard right now, but I can help if you’d like.” Seven told him. Elnor nodded again. 

Seven smiled, waiving him into the small apartment she apparently shared with Raffi. 

The door closed behind them and Seven pulled up a bar stool into the middle of the kitchenette. She motioned for Elnor to sit down. 

Elnor sat, perched awkwardly while Seven took up the scissors that he handed her. 

She brushed her fingers gently through his hair, parting it down the middle and making sure it was all facing the right way before continuing. The first snip was careful, only about half a centimeter taken off of one of the longer chunks, a test cut. 

“So what made you take your sword to your hair?” Seven asked, still assessing the damage in her quest for evenness. 

“It was not my tan qalanq, I did use scissors.” Elnor pointed out, Seven laughed. 

“Doesn’t look like it-” she muttered, Elnor grumbled. 

Elnor’s shoulders raised and fell with a deep breath. 

“I guess,” he paused, gathering his thoughts, “I guess I just wanted to be like them.”

A pause, still the soft sounds of sharp scissors methodically working their way around the perimeter of his hair. The occasional sounds of Seven’s hand brushing cut hair off his shoulders and onto the floor. 

“I wanted to feel more like I was one of them, a Starfleet cadet. I guess I felt like if I assimilated then I’d feel less like an imposter.” Elnor explained. 

He had heard a particularly loud “snip” at his word choice, hasty brushing of more hair off his shoulders and a faint “it’ll grow back.” from Seven. 

“Sorry, I forgot-” Elnor winced. “It's okay,” Seven said with a sigh.

More quiet, Elnor elected to draw his attention to the aglets of his sweatpants drawstrings lest he risk opening his mouth again. 

The clack of the scissors against the granite countertops brought him back to reality. 

“All done, and it's -mostly- even.” Seven told him, brushing off the final locks and stray hairs before Elnor was allowed to stand up. 

He stood, walking over to the circular mirror in the small hallway of the apartment. Once again he was met with the face of a man he didn’t know. 

Elnor of Starfleet. Elnor of the Federation. Elnor the Security Officer. Elnor the Cadet.

He frowned, looking down at his fleet-branded slippers that covered warrior-trained feet. 

“Sorry kid, I’m not really good at haircuts, I did my best,” Seven offered, coming up behind him to watch him in the mirror. 

Elnor sighed. The ticking of the clock on the wall filled the tense quiet. 

“I do not think I belong in Starfleet.” he whispered at last, blinking back tears as he looked back into the mirror. 

Seven frowned, taking in a deep breath. 

“That's a big decision for 3:54 AM on a Thursday.” She said, a slight laugh to the end of her words. 

Elnor turned, hastily wiping his eyes on the back of his hand. 

Seven smiled. “Go take a seat on the couch. I gotta clean up our mess, alright?” She suggested, gesturing over to the couch. 

Elnor’s slippers tapped their way over to the couch, the springs groaning under his weight as he sunk into the soft cushions. He leaned against the armrest, toeing off his slippers to pull his legs up underneath him. 

Seven took out the broom, brushing off the bar stool with her hand before replacing it and roughly sweeping up the bits of brownish-black hair that had fallen to the floor. 

It only took a few minutes, but when she came back, Elnor was fully passed out on her couch. Snoring peacefully in his sleep. 

Seven smiled, pulling a throw blanket off of the side of the couch and spreading out onto Elnor’s sleepy form. 

Raffi got home later in the morning, Seven asleep on an armchair while Elnor snoozed on her couch. Raffi choked back a laugh at the sight of her silly little family. 

Elnor of Vashti, Seven of Nine. 

Home, right where they belonged.

[iamagoose]

So I just watched episode 2 of Picard season 2, and I feel like 7 easily could have and should have kept her cover as president by pretending to be kidnapped. I mean everyone else's covers were completely blown, but if she just acted a bit more confused at Picard saving the Borg Queen and pretended that she had been kidnapped by Picard then they could still have someone on the inside to help them. It would also have made sense in the eyes of the Confederation as a traitor would probably take the chance to kidnap the president if they could. Why in episoded where the characters have to pretend to be different versions of themselves no one try's to maintain their cover the whole time. It would be so useful if most of the characters focused on getting home while just one person's job is to keep their cover the whole time so if the cast gets their covers blown they still have one person on the inside to help them out. Why does no one think of this in these shows!!!

[raurquiz]

#happymothersday #startrek #tles #amandagrayson #beverlycrusher #kheylar #troi #lwaxanaytroi #helenaroshenko #jennifersisko #keikoobrian #kasidyYates #ishka #moogy #7of9 #samanthawildman #seska #belannatorres #drmarcus #winonakirk #uhura #gabrielleburham #raffi #lrell #georgieu

[nerds-yearbook]

After 3 seasons, the last episode of Star Trek: Picard aired on April 20, 2023. Picard (Patrick Stewart) and his friends took a final stand to save Earth from a Borg Invasion. Picard travelled to Jupitor to face off with the Borg Queen (Alice Krige) and a Borg assimilated Jack Crusher (Ed Speleers) aboard a giant Borg Cube. Walter Koening, who played Chekov in Star Trek the original series, returned to play Anton Chekov who was the President of Earth and an ancestor of his former role. Beverly Crusher (Gates McFadden) was promoted to Admiral and made head of Starfleet Medical. Seven (Jeri Ryan) was promoted to Captain. Tim Russ also reprised his role of Tuvok. John de Lancie also made a surprise appearance as Q. ("The Last Generation", Star Trek: Picard, Star Trek TV Event)

[cookie-sheet-toboggan]

[sevenofninehouseofmusiker]

just got my local(ish) indie bookstore to order the NML script for me, so who’s ready for NML brain rot 2.0??? i will be subjecting you all to my shouting about it and i absolutely will not be normal

[thesevenwondersofawitch]

This edit is dedicated to my lovely friend @pelgraine who requested I make a saffi edit to Nuvole Bianche by Ludovico Einaudi

[pleasedontgothere]

Doctor Ohk

If there is ever gonna be Star Trek Legacy, please bring Dr. Ohk back. Same age, all the knowing❤️

[tngbabe]

Star Trek Fans Rally for 'Legacy' Spin-Off as 'Prodigy' Is Saved

YES! DO THIS y'all if you are able !! You can sign the petition, too! I'm juicing up my printer!!

[xentauria-archive]

Star Trek: Picard Assimilation

[annikasevenshots]

Come for the gay ass moms of the Enterprise-G(ay), stay for absolutely unhinged discussions and the occasional Cameo from Michelle or Jeri. You know, just the fun stuff. 💕

[biblicallyinaccuratespoons]

EIGHT SEPARATE TIMES. I CRIED EIGHT SEPARATE TIMES WATCHING THAT FINALE HOLY FUCK.

LETS FUCKIGN GO RAFFI AND SEVEN!!! AND!!! MY BOY!!! ELNOR!!! HE'S BACK!!! i fucking screamed when elnor's face came on screen. like genuinely.

the way Raffi initially protested the little shot of whatever he was given and then Elnor immediately regretted drinking it. aoughhh.

tho i still think he could knock back romulan ale like its water and probably has at least 12 emergency chocolate stashes.

it is a CRIME that he is not gonna be in s3.

[callistothebard]

I need a Janeway x Seven but with Seven x Raffi as endgame fic right now.