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Star Trek Personnel File

couldn’t sleep and ended up making a personnel file template for my trek fic, so I thought I’d share it! Quality is not stellar, I’d love to be tagged or mentioned if you use it so I can see your amazing characters 🩷 I left the template long so you have more room for art or info

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Modern Fae

just thinking about modern fae that don’t steal names, but take dead names and erase them from our world.

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Trek Fic Teaser

Hey y'all, wanted to test the waters a little and post this snippet from a Star Trek fanfic I’m working on. Would love feedback and opinions.

Star Trek: Personal Log

Location: USS Enterprise NCC 1701: Captain's Ready Room

C.Pike 

Captains Personal Log

With the Enterprise docked at Jupiter station for long overdue repairs the crew has been given the past several months off while we wait for our next mission. Now on the eve of our launch on what will be my final five year voyage I had thought the only surprises left would be out there, on planets yet to be explored. Though even knowing exactly where my future leads, I have been reminded time and time again that there is no certainty to the path that leads me there. And it seems, the more I try to control that path, the more curves it throws at me.

Chris leaned back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. PADD’s lay scattered across his desk, piling at the edges. They’d been multiplying since he left the disciplinary meeting three weeks ago and he doubted their launch tomorrow would change that. Even in deep space he was sure Admiral Marcus would find a way to get to him. He groaned as his Yeoman entered his ready room with a fresh stack of PADD’s in hand. 

“Let me guess, more personnel changes,” he sighed as he reached for the stack.

“There’s a priority cadet file on top, Sir.” The Yeoman gave him a sympathetic smile before leaving him alone.

He tapped his fingers on his desk, the rolling sound of it soothing the agitation he felt as he looked over the newest changes Starfleet had made to his crew manifest. He stood up against Admiral Marcus, would do it again, and now the dominos were toppling around him. His own consequences he could live with, Jim would be livid with the duty change, might not speak to him as anything other than his Captain, but eventually he’d understand. He’d expected that much, what he couldn’t stand was the retaliation against his crew. La’an, Mitchell, and countless others were reassigned. The well oiled machine of a crew chopped up and spread across the fleet. He was pretty sure the only reason Pelia was still his chief engineer was because even the admiralty was afraid of her.

It wasn’t just the carving up of his crew, it was who they’d chosen to replace them with. Decorated and highly intelligent, you didn’t get stationed on the flagship otherwise, but all with either some connection to the higher brass, or black marks dotting their record. The truth of it was he didn’t know who among them he could trust. Didn’t know how they’d mesh with his crew, or how the ecosystem of the Enterprise would fare with so many changes so close to launch. 

Thelin th’Valrass

Born: 2225.296

From: Andoria

Species:Andorian Aenar Hybrid

Previous posting: USS Ticonderoga

Assigned: Security Chief 

He had a bad habit of listening to his Aenar senses over his commanding officers 

Leonard McCoy 

Born: 2227.171

From: Earth, Georgia 

Species: Human

Previous Posting: Capella IV

Assigned: Junior CMO

Openly space phobic, has gone through cultural and species sensitivity training more than a dozen times.

Arex Na Eth

Born: unavailable

From: Edos 

Species: Edosian

Previous Posting: Starfleet Academy - Professor of ‘Advanced Space Flight Navigations’

Assigned: Operations and Navigation

Was given his field commission and brought into the fleet by Admiral Marcus.

James T. Kirk

Born: 2233.81

From: Earth, Iowa

Species: Human

Previous Posting: USS Farragut

Assigned: Command Training Program under Una Chin-Riley 

Due to recent reckless endangerment has been stripped of rank and given the clay of Specialist until he is deemed fit to return to active duty.

PRIORITY TRAINING CADET:

K’Andi Haymaker

Born: 2235.230

From: Octarian Asteroid Cluster

Species: Orian Hybrid

Previous Posting: Starfleet Academy - Cadet

Assigned: Command Training Program under Una Chin-Riley 

Cadet Haymaker's image remained frozen on the screen in front of him. She looked almost entirely Orian from her picture, though the faint ridges on her forehead were a dead give away for Klingon ancestry. Orion hybrids were popping up more and more in recent reports with no further explanation. He hoped the unease he felt for her was simply due to the way Starfleet paraded her around. She was, after all, a diplomatic goldmine. Fluent in Orion, Klingon and Knizi, she lived surrounded on most sides by enemies of the Federation. 

The Octarian Asteroid Cluster was a small neutral territory between Knizi, Lyran, and Gorn space. Past those direct borders lay the Klingons and Tholians. It was outside Federation space and Starfleet brass was frothing at the mouth to have someone high ranking who could negotiate with these cultures. She was an impressive and ambitious young woman with an academy record to rival Nyota or Jim, and yet… something about her screamed trouble, as if the moment she set foot on his ship the galaxy would upend itself and plunge them all into chaos. 

“You had no right!”

That familiar angry voice made his heart drop. Turning in his chair, the crew roster forgotten, Chris looked at the only man he knew capable of hacking into a locked down ship. The man he’d help raise since he was a boy, the only person left he thought of as family.

“Son-“

“I am not your son!” Rage and frustration rolled off him in waves that slammed into Chris, sweeping him out to sea.

“Jim,” Chris kept his voice soft, his heart breaking at the pain in the other man’s eyes.

“No! I’m- I’m not a kid anymore Chris, you can’t just insert yourself into my life and change it how you see fit.” - he ran his hands through his hair as he began to pace- “I know you didn’t like Carol, I know I’ve been a bit reckless-,” which to Chris was the understatement of the millennium, “-but that doesn’t give you the right to take my posting from me!”

Chris opened his mouth to argue that he hadn’t taken anything from him, that his behavior had nearly caused the loss of the Farragut, that this was exactly why Carol didn’t want him around David. All those words died on his lips as he watched tears build at the corners of those miss matched eyes. In that moment he wasn’t looking at an angry officer, but at the little boy that he’d held in his arms so many times, shushing away his nightmares. He had to find a way to help him, to save him from himself, to stop this cycle he’d been trapped in.

“I was the First Officer and now… now… Chris, a specialist?!” Jim’s voice broke on that last word as he furiously wiped the tears from his eyes before they could fall, “I- I might as well be a civilian,” he threw himself into the seat next to Chris, the rage and fire in him being smothered by depressive thoughts that Chris couldn’t hear, but knew where swirling around the young man’s head.

Jim buried his face in his arms, slumping forward over the table in dramatic fashion. Chris’s hand hovered over Jim’s shoulder, hesitating on how best to offer comfort. 

“Don’t worry kid, everything’s going to work out,” finally he placed his hand on Jim’s shoulder giving a reassuring squeeze.

He just hoped this time he wasn’t lying. He’d begged for this, turned in every favor he ever had, anything to keep Jim from being forced out of the Fleet. Anything to keep him together.

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This tickles me so much 🤣🩷

Louigan Week Day 2 : Shirt

OKAY IGNORE THAT I PUT DAY 3 THAT IS MY MISTAKE

When I saw the prompts for this year I had the funniest idea. I quickly RAN to my drawing pad and sketched this out.

I really love the humour that these two have, it really reminds me of the voice actors and their stand-up acts together. And this was deffo inspired by that.

All I'm gonna say is you can make up the context ;)

Also, this is aged up to about their late-20s here. I do not ship this when they're at their canon age, thank you!

Hope you like this funny idea lol <3 @louiganweek

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Here’s an early look at an upcoming scene from my Louigan week fic, Bunny Ears.

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Waking up in the Belcher living room had been like waking up in a war zone, or so he assumed. Linda, Bob and Tina were fighting over either coffee or quart of something he couldn’t tell. But he really needed whoever was in the bathroom to get out.

“Louise! Hurry it up! Your friend is up and he’s probably gotta pee like crazy!” Linda yelled across the house and he could feel his ears turning red with embarrassment.

“Is 5 minutes really so much to ask for?” Louise yelled as she came out of the bathroom, her long black hair dripping down her towel wrapped back.

Their eyes met and she blushed bright red before scurrying into her room and slamming the door.

“That one’s so dramatic in the morning,” Linda said offhandedly as Logan beelined for the bathroom.

When Logan emerged Linda was right there with a handful of clothes making him jump and wonder how long she’d been standing there.

“Here’s some clean cloths sweetie, if it fits you can keep it. Lord knows if it fits you it won’t fit us, ha!”

Linda made her way back into the kitchen and Logan was struck by just how different the Belchers were to his own parents. Family had always been a four letter word for him, but the Belchers hadn’t even welcomed him in, they simply acted like they always do, like he had always belonged.

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Hiii!!! This is my first Louigan post and my first time doing a fandom event (I made this blog just for this cause I’m a looser). Please be kind and I hope you enjoy! Each prompt is going to be a different chapter in this fic cause I’m not that creative 🤪