#Andorian writing

[indignantlemur]

You’ve talked about visual art a bit, but I was wondering what other types of art/creation Andorians might be partial to (for example: writing, music, theatre, ecc.)

(For writing: I know there’s a big importance in fairytales so I was wondering if they leaned more towards short stories, rather than longer novels or poetry)

(You’re incredible and your writing is amazing btw!)

Hello! Thanks for the ask - this is a great question! (Also: aww, thank you! <3 )

Andorians are huge on music and theatre. The Andorian opera is renowned across the Federation (and beyond) for its technical excellence and emotive storytelling. All Andorians are born with perfect pitch, which gives Andorians a beautiful talent for music in all its forms. Their orchestras are slightly less well known than the operas, but no less talented - and often lauded for their technical excellence. Additionally, while Andorian vocal chords are very similar to Human vocal chords, they do have small structural differences which allow for a slightly broader range of sound on average than Humans generally can achieve. Humans can absolutely perform Andorian operas, but some pieces are extremely taxing and require exceptional range. Also, every single mistake, no matter how slight, will be as loud as a fog horn to every Andorian in the audience so... no pressure.

Theatre and opera developed hand-in-hand for Andorians as a natural development from story-telling during the worst parts of the year where it was too dangerous to venture outside for more than short durations and only if absolutely necessary. From these roots came a deep love of adapting historical and mythological events into dramatic scenes, though it admittedly took a bit longer for fictional stories to catch on as viable sources of inspiration.

(Andorian theatre kids go hard - bodily harm is frequent and expected. The band kids are weirdly militant and treat rehearsal like it's actually life or death, no matter what their instructors say. The choir kids are absolute prima donnas - but the problem is, they actually have the range and talent to back their attitudes up.)

In terms of writing, the long tradition of story-telling gives life to this as well. Andorians have long, spiralling epics that follow the lives of the heroes almost from birth until death, but they also have short stories in the form of folk tales and mythology.

As Andorians developed as a society, writing fiction really took off as a medium for self-expression and, in some cases, a means of offering scrutiny and criticism around a facet of their society. Andorian murder-mystery novels are well known for their twists and turns, often featuring no less than three or four sub-plots revolving around the central plot (at least one of which is a red herring), and they all have painfully, exactingly detailed descriptions of procedure and processing. Andorian romances are either tragic or absolutely filthy - or both. They're not quite as big on fantasy, for some reason. No one can quite get a satisfactory answer out of Andorian authors on that one. Their science fiction is actually pretty interesting, but it tends towards Orwellian themes, usually handling moral quandaries centering around private personhood in a world of ever-encroaching technology and surveillance.

As for poetry, Andorians do enjoy poetry and produce quite a lot of it, but the subject matter tends to be (a) vibrantly colourful and full of visual cues, (b) modern stories modelled on ancient sagas, or (c) enigmatic and heavily veiled in metaphors. The lattermost are considered the most personal, and generally the meaning is only known to the author and, if applicable, the intended recipient(s). Often times, these pieces are kept private even after the author's death, and only very rarely will examples of this kind of poetry make their way to the general public.

Thanks for the ask! I hope I answered everything!

[idol--hands]

STAR TREK #23: Pleroma PART 4 [pt. 2/2]

🚀 Link to [pt. 1/2] - https://www.tumblr.com/idol--hands/780760538704658432/star-trek-23-pleroma-part-4-pt12?source=share 🙋🏿 QUERY: Trek comics I post on Tumblr don’t get much traction — is there something that could be done better or is it lack of interest?

Lore: “Benjamin, can we talk, you and I? Let’s just act for a moment like the ‘deities’ eavesdropping don’t matter. Because frankly, they don’t.” Lore: “How tired are you of being their cats-paw? Of these blessed few pulling and twisting the fates of the universe to their own capricious ends? Tell me this child is deserving of his power?” Trelene: “You’re a child. I’m as old as the cosmos.” Lore: “Or this legendary relic?” Guardian of Forever: “Guilty as charged.”

Borg-enhanced crew: “The head is right sir.”

Sisko: “Damn you!” Lore: “Oh, we’re resorting to curses now? How disappointingly human.” Sisko: “Not you. YOU.” *points to his mother*

IDOL ⭐️ HANDS: I don’t usually get engagement, but I’ll offer my thoughts, and the Tumblr replies should be open if you care to. So, it’s exciting to have Lore back, but the way this is all playing out feels pretty wonky. As hardcore fans, I think the peak moment for us was the two Soong android brothers interacting with one another (especially fighting together). Then, they have a falling out. Data has major thoughts on that and breaks his brain trying to figure it out — as well as gaining steps towards his own humanity. We have a tremendous and long awaited build-up to him finding the “older” android only to watch Data mostly freeze-up — offer none of his insight or attempt to reach out to Lore. As a head, Data continues to be rather a sissy and that goes on. No clever tactics. No insights. NO attempts to subvert or align with Lore, who frankly has a rather easy time taking over the universe…or *almost* the whole universe. I’m finding it puzzlingly anticlimactic overall. And emotionally unsatisfying. It stays in these themes too. However, the character development for Sisko and Kahless is fantastic; the plot-line works beautifully there — long-neglected story arcs and I’m in favor of explaining “The Sisko” as well as redeeming “The Klingon Jesus” = Kahless — the plots dovetail surprisingly well. Although, the overall themes of agnostic/atheism are heavy-handed and repetitive in modern fandom, considering they recently played out repeatedly in the Marvel Universe (Thanos from The Avengers, Gorr “The Godkiller” from Thor). Worse, where we were at some kind of burgeoning understanding with the android character of Lore…forgiveness is impossible at this point; this version of Lore — discontent with pissing off an entire starship (ep: Datalore), nor all of the Federation (ep: Descent), moves on to destroying & controlling the very fabric of reality — should never be “reactivated” by Trek morality. Our least redeemed character, in a universe toying intently with amorality and enlightenment. I’m not convinced that is worth the trade and can mostly only envision an inevitably bleak outcome for our new God. Which is sad and predictable, what are we continuing to read for? Additionally, the dystopian Trek universe is reticent of the Mirrorverse and Picard series...we’ve seen this kind of thing TWICE without Lore. Please surprise me writers. I like to be proven wrong. Give us something new. Beyond warp drives impossibilities. Pls.

[pinkgrapefloyd]

not me writing an entire k/s fic full of chess metaphors only to find out MONTHS later that the english term is castling and not rochade. i thought we were all using the persian term... like a dumbass... 😭

[that-weird-kid-from-your-school]

Debating.......

Mur (they/them) is a Vulcan Medical Officer.

Shressa Zh'rothon (she/her) is an Andorian Medical Officer.

Mur, a younger cousin of Captain Satok, and was offered to work with him after graduation. They agreed, despite never wanting to see anyone from their family ever again. They don't know why they chose to work with Satok, or why they hate their family so. To be quite honest, Mur doesn't even know why they chose to be a doctor. They're good at it, but they feel no passion behind it. No want to save others.

Mur sometimes wishes they could kill as easily as they can help.

Shressa, on the other hand, adores saving people's lives.

She loves to feel wanted, needed. She loves to feel useful.

Raised by her vain and materialistic mother, Shressa was taught to be gorgeous, above all else.

Despite needing glasses from a young age, her mother never allowed her to wear them, and Shressa grew used to not needing them. She's only started wearing them recently, after her lack of proper eyewear nearly killed a patient and was forced to wear them by the rest of the crew.

Shressa's mother went missing after her only child's graduation. Her body was never found and Shressa spent a month after her death frantically refusing to accept her only relative was gone.

Mur is seen as gruff and cruel, vaguely creepy, by the rest of the crew.

Shressa is seen as too preoccupied with her looks and high-strung, slightly paranoid, by the rest of the crew.

AAAAAAAGRGH YEAH THAT'S ALL I HAVE?? IDK UGHH

PLEASEEE HELP MEEE

[velcryons]

how it feels to chew five gum

[b-radley66]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Borderlines Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Ensemble Cast - BAN Additional Tags: Starfleet Marine Corps Series: Part 1 of Borderlines: Per Astra Per Terram Summary:

Even in the vaunted near-utopia of the Federation in the late 23rd century, there exists a need for those to be the sharp end of the spear as well as the shield. In Starfleet, primarily an exploratory and peacekeeping organization, this standing sharp end is represented by two entities that are always either holding the line or watching on the wall. The first is the Border Patrol, known as the Border Dogs.

The other is the Rapid Deployment Force of the Special Operations Command—Starfleet’s marines. Drawn from the ranks of Starfleet security, and rarely, other Starfleet disciplines, those who join and after a lot of sweat and tears, are molded into something else entirely with the distinctive green berets of light infantry. An entity that is forged in the idea that the ideals and principles of the Federation may have to be paid for in blood.

Hopefully paid for by those who wage war on those ideals, rather than their fellow citizens or the marines themselves.

[creature-of-the-stars]

WIP 🚧: Telonn and Juno (my OCs)

Lotta work to do on the hand and the details on Juno, but my babies are looking better than I had expected. This is a bit of a different style then I’m used to doing, but I finally figured out how to use my drawing apps correctly, so I’m playing around with “multiply” and “overlay” and all the other weird little things you can do to make sure the colors make sense 💙.

Posting here because it’s fic related.

[short-wooloo]

RWBY/Star Trek au: should Weiss be an Andorian or a Vulcan?

[angstandhappiness]

LMAO, YES

the Federation itself as a concept is so funny because the founding members are

the Vulcans, who have been friends with humanity for years but don't seem to actually like them all that much, instead regarding them with a sort of perverse fascination usually reserved for virology labs

the Andorians, who were fighting the Vulcans for like a hundred years

the Tellarites, who don't like any of these people and whose cultural trait is arguing, and

humans, whom nobody knew existed until last century when they shot themselves into space on a heavily modified nuke, invented world peace and won a fight with the nearest imperial superpower

like imagine you're the Romulan Empire and these weird monkeys who've barely figured out interstellar travel show up on your doorstep in the equivalent of a shipping container with missiles strapped to it, kick your ass in front of everybody, and then start a friendship club with 3 of your neighbours who all hated each others' guts until like a year ago. now I understand why every Romulan on the show is so angry

[indignantlemur]

Emigre Deep Lore Snippets: Writing Thoris

I am one of those writers whose characters start to take on a life of their own in whatever mental non-Euclidian space they occupy in my brain. They become remarkably developed mental constructs, after a fashion, who don't so much do what I tell them as merely inform me of what they're doing in any given scene. I have been endlessly frustrated and entertained by the twists and turns they've caused the story to take over the years.

So for example, look at Ambassador Thoris.

Thoris was supposed to be a background character - he had one job in one chapter, and then he was going to exist on the periphery. Thoris, evidently, had other ideas.

Imagine, for a moment, a scene:

I'm at my desk, writing away. It's going well! I'm in the groove, the chapter is unfolding according to plan, and then--

And then--

All of a sudden, Thoris isn't doing what he's supposed to be doing. Instead, he's staring out a viewport into the blackness of space and monologuing in his tired old man voice. He tells me about how he lost his sons and his squad and how for years he has held a burning coal in his hands called hatred. How it warps his flesh and scorches his bones, and he cannot put it down. How it burns and burns and burns, and he cannot put it down.

And I, the author, am left to stare at the screen blankly.

All I can think at that moment is: Sir. Sir. I just wanted you to yell at Dagmar and then leave. Jesus Christ, man, you can't just drop a bunch of emotional exposition on me like this. What am I supposed to do with this? For goodness sake, it doesn't fit the scene!

Nowadays, when I just really need a particular moment to happen in a chapter, I end up begging this cranky old man who lives in my head to please, please, please just cooperate. Just this once. Just let me write the scene the way I planned it.

And Thoris - an imaginary figure I made up for this story, just to make sure we're all on the same absurd page here - has the nerve to tell me: "No. I don't negotiate with terrorists. Now, pay attention: this is what I'm doing instead."

Which is... I mean, I love that for him, I do - just not when I'm trying to write a plot-critical scene.

God, what an asshole. (I adore him.)

Want more deep lore? Let me know! Otherwise I'll just post random bits as they come to me.

[idol--hands]

Star Trek #32 - LORE WAR 4/5 [full issue]

⭐️ mote - OC T’ler is two entities inside one body, literal “they”.

To be continued…

🔸ST #29 - The Sisko Arises [full issue] - https://www.tumblr.com/idol--hands/781459066801242112/star-trek-29-full-issue?source=share 🔸ST #30 - LW 2/5 [full issue] - https://www.tumblr.com/idol--hands/781175722435887104/star-trek-lore-wars?source=share 🔸ST #31 Preview : https://www.tumblr.com/idol--hands/781575305173319680/star-trek-31-p-r-e-v-i-e-w?source=share

🔸ST 31: LORE WAR 3/5 [full issue] https://www.tumblr.com/idol--hands/781663264188825600/star-trek-31-lore-war-35-full-issue?source=share

[booksnotyetwritten]

"An Undisclosed Mission"

Lieutenant Zwei Uh’Beeahn sighed. It had only been two hours since they'd taken the shuttle from DS9 into the Gamma Quadrant to escort the Cardassian Adjunct Ambassador to meet with the Wadi and already the arguments had started.

Lieutenant Poq D'ghorgas leaned towards him, his hands on the flight controls. "'Gilgamesh and Enkidu at Uruk' am I right?" Smirked the Klingon. The Betazed chuckled. "More like 'Achilles and Patroclus at Troy,'" he replied as they both started laughing.

"And another thing! Just because we were both adopted makes us nothing alike!" Shouted Lieutenant Te'yera's, her cheeks bright blue with rage.

"What are you talking about! We both grew up in vastly different cultures due to wars!" Replied the now green cheeked Ambassador. Zwei turned his chair around and sighed. He had thought an Andorian rasied by Bajorans was strange but he'd had to shelve that thought when he'd first met the "Cardassian" Adjunct Ambassador to the Federation, a Romulan war orphan raised on Cardassia Prime.

"Please. For all of our sanity can we maybe put a pin in this... 'discussion' until our return trip?" Te'yera and Chol glared at him but took a breath and sat back in their seats.

"As long as the lieutenant stops playing debate... games with me. I will agree to be silent," replied the Adjunct Ambassador.

"No one's playing games with you," replied Lieutenant Te'yera.

"Yeah," said Poq, "Save that for the Wadi!" He shrieked before cackling like a Hyena. The two in the back looked angrier than when they were arguing as they shot the Klingon a glare. Zwei gritted his teeth in a grimaced smile as he tried desperately to stifle his laughter. He quickly swung his chair back and leaned in towards Poq.

"Shut up! Shut up! You can't say that! Stop!" He said as he shook with laughter next to the cackling Lieutenant.

[zineobiology]

Welcome to the Zine O’Biology Vol.2!

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[flibbertygigget]

Random Star Trek OCs I've gotta find a way to jam into one of my fics:

Andorian grad student who gets told by the professor in charge of the labs that he has permission to declare Ushaan on anyone who messes around in the VERY dangerous warp tech lab. He takes this absolutely seriously. It was,,, not meant seriously.

Vulcan with 5 doctorates who instead decides to do logistics because it's deeply logical and satisfying

Vulcan x Klingon lesbian couple. When the Klingon finds out about the whole Pon Farr deal she's like 😢 sad but valid. Then she finds out that kal-if-fee is a thing and gets VERY into the concept of fighting to the death to defend her Vulcan girlfriend's honor. (and the Vulcan's just like,,,, no pls my betrothed and i are gay best friends)

Cardassian nurse who tells anyone who awkwardly asks about, y'know, The War that he did war crimes. He actually slightly participated in one war crime, immediately defected afterwards, and spent the rest of the time helping out the Bajoran Resistance. Considering the sheer volume of war crimes going on, literally no one else sees him as a war criminal, he's just got a guilt complex the size of the universe. Kira's literally begged him to stop telling ppl he's a war criminal, it makes things really awkward when she has to explain why they're friends.

Ky'na Talyn. I know I've already put her in one of my fics, I just need to write something else that involves Ky'na Talyn.

Leonard James VI, Capellan pediatrician and midwife. Over the generations Capellans now all have at least 3 parents - the automatic third parent is whoever delivered the baby. In all ways except biological she's McCoy's great-great-great-granddaughter (and also great-great-granddaughter since her grandfather delivered her). This has no bearing on the plot until she delivers a non-Capellan baby and is like "😄 nice, I have another kid now" and everyone else is like "wut?"

Trans man Ferengi. He came for the Ferengi-illegal HRT, stayed for the found family. His mom's the most wholesome transphobe ever - she doesn't get that trans people exist, but she's 100% down for him "pretending" to be a man to fuck the patriarchy. Since this literally has 0 bearing on how she treats him he just kind of lets it slide.

Andorian who grew up in northern Alaska and describes it as "wet and tropical", idk I just find it funny

[b-radley66]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Borderlines Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Ensemble Cast - BAN Additional Tags: Starfleet Marine Corps Series: Part 1 of Per Astra Per Terram Summary:

Even in the vaunted near-utopia of the Federation in the late 23rd century, there exists a need for those to be the sharp end of the spear as well as the shield. In Starfleet, primarily an exploratory and peacekeeping organization, this standing sharp end is represented by two entities that are always either holding the line or watching on the wall. The first is the Border Patrol, known as the Border Dogs.

The other is the Rapid Deployment Force of the Special Operations Command—Starfleet’s marines. Drawn from the ranks of Starfleet security, and rarely, other Starfleet disciplines, those who join and after a lot of sweat and tears, are molded into something else entirely with the distinctive green berets of light infantry. An entity that is forged in the idea that the ideals and principles of the Federation may have to be paid for in blood.

Hopefully paid for by those who wage war on those ideals, rather than their fellow citizens or the marines themselves.

[deadheaddaisy]

Why did we not get to have these besties?

Day Twenty-Four of the 30 Day Writing Challenge

A wild Shran appears!

—

Rooftop conversations

—

Shran frowned and jerked his head toward the door. The Vulcan gave him a curious look but followed him through to the stairwell and up onto the roof.

Shran took a deep breath of cool fresh air. “Ah, that’s better.”

“Is there something you wished to discuss in private?” T’Pol asked.

“No, you just looked a little overwhelmed in there.”

“I am fine,” she insisted as if by rote.

His antennae twisted skeptically.

“But a reprieve from the… enthusiasm is pleasant,” she added, making him smirk.

They’d been given an incredibly warm welcome at this ridiculous conference Archer had insisted they attend.

Shran huffed out a breath. “If Tucker could see the way they butchered his design in that last presentation he’d turn over in his grave.”

T’Pol’s eyebrows drew together and her lips turned down slightly. “He is not dead. He does not have a grave,” she said patiently.

Shran leaned toward her like he was sharing a secret. “T’Pol, I know your husband. That man is so dramatic he’d dig a grave just so he could climb in and roll over in it to express his displeasure.”

He watched in delight as the Vulcan pressed her lips together to conceal any emotional reaction to his statement. Her sparkling eyes would’ve given her away even if he couldn’t faintly taste her amusement in the air.

“That is an innovative use of the idiom,” she said with some approval. “Are you also familiar with the expression ‘It takes one to know one’?”

He chuckled lightly, “Careful, Vulcan; I’d hate to have to swear an oath of vengeance on you again.”

T’Pol appeared to consider. “Would that require us to return to Enterprise early?” she asked as she tucked her hands behind her back and started to walk toward the door.

His antennae bobbed and tilted toward her as he followed. “We could fake an injury?” he suggested.

“You could stumble down the stairs,” she replied, completely deadpan.

Shran’s laugh echoed into the stairwell as he opened the door. “I’m beginning to understand what those pinkskins see in you.”