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[alphamecha-mkii]

Shuttlecraft Chaffee by Mavek

[the-last-dillpickle]

i am kinda fascinated by that cardassian coffee boy, mavek, who brings kira her cuppa joe every morning in early s6. i wanna know what his average day looks like

[ajeournal]

Beberapa hari lalu liat story seseorang dengan topik Mavek, eh malamnya sudah ramai di twitter ternyata. Sehematku, saat ambil makul wajib ini sekelas dengan 2 jurusan lain yaitu TI dan TA. Kalau boleh jujur, aku pernah bolos beberapa kali karena ketiduran *tidak untuk dicontoh ya.

Jarak asrama yang bisa dihitung jengkal dari ruang kelas membuatku sering pulang dan malah bablas ketiduran. Sebenarnya boleh telat, tapi masa setengah jam kan gak sopan. Makanya saat Quiz, UTS, dan UAS benar-benar harus dimaksimalkan untuk menutupi nilai kehadiran. Makulnya memang susah (menurutku), dapat AB sudah syukur alhamdulillah.

Berbekal buku yang kupinjam dari anak MA dan saking pusingnya sampai minum obat hahaha. "Jeng, kamu gak ngantuk? (maksudnya efek samping dari minum obat), begitu tanya teman sekamarku yang juga belajar sampai larut malam untuk ujian yang berbeda esoknya. Biasanya memang ngantuk, tapi malam itu tidak mengantuk anehnya.

Ingat betul, saat itu bertepatan dengan menjadi tim inti panitia idul adha. Apalagi sekelas dengan 2 anak TA yang 1 asrama. Kalau saat rapat dan kemarinnya gak masuk kelas, malu banget sebenarnya. Buat bapak dosen, aku minta maaf ya.

Akhir kata, mengutip dari kata teh Jijah, turut berduka cita untuk adek2 ME yang kena imbasnya. Kalau mau ngamuk, ngamuk aja.

21:06 | aku besok cuti loh hahaha (gak penting). Sebenarnya ingin ikut #30hbc2404 #30haribercerita tapi gak mau memaksakan diri jadi #30hariberceritakalausempatsaja wkwk

[filmjunky-99]

s t a r t r e k t h e n e x t g e n e r a t i o n created by gene roddenberry [frame of mind, s6ep21]

'Don't let them tell you you're crazy.' - yaya [to riker]

[jigen-daisuke]

Lupin the Third Opening; with ‘Tank!’ By the Seatbelts.

[tos-fanart]

Starfleet Academy Logo by mavek-cg

[hee-hee-loki]

Hee Hee

Hey! If anyone wants to send some requests in, my ask box is open!

Down below I will explain who I will write for and what I will write!

The characters I will write for are:

-Loki

-Bucky

-Scott

-Peter (Parker)

-Thor

-Steve

(As I get more familiar with other Characters, I will add them onto this list, but for now these are the 6 characters I will write for.)

The type of things I am comfortable writing:

-Fluff

-Angst

-Smut

(I really don’t have any limits, and I’ll pretty much write anything. :)

Types of writing I do:

-Headcanons

-Drabbles

-One Shots

[princehenry11]

Jon Mavek – Quorrah (Elias Kazais Remix)

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[deepspacedukat]

I do really want to know your reasoning on the Cardassians because sometimes I just go ✨PRETTY✨ and have absolutely no other thoughts. It’s a little embarrassing.

But also, if you were stuck somewhere for like a year who would you pick to live with from Trek and why? I’m picking Jadzia, Kira, Dr. Bashir, and Rom. Also Garak because then I could learn how to sew better.

-Horta-in-Charge

Look, honestly, sometimes the ✨pretty✨ reaction is all I have too lol. Okay, so for the placement reasoning:

Fuck: Garak - The man would absolutely know what he was doing, but I feel like because of his Obsidian Order past he wouldn’t necessarily feel comfortable with something as traceable as a marriage record revealing that he had a weakness (aka his s/o). The sex though...the sex. Not giving that up! Dukat - I mean, the man would know his way around, if you know what I mean. The guy has multiple children so obviously he knows what he’s doing. Might not be smart to marry a villain, but to be his good little slut...? *nods head sagely* Madred - Look, he’s evil. He tortured Picard. But...also...I would let him rail me till I couldn’t stand. No logic on this one. Just ✨dirty thoughts.✨

Marry: Macet - He doesn’t seem as bad as his cousin, and he’s still got the sexy voice, so um...Yeah. Not really any logic with this one either. Just would absolutely take pretty lizard’s last name. Daro - I mean, this one to me is obvious. He seems like he’d be sweet and protective and just perfect husband material, so...yep. We don’t even have an official first name for him, but I’d take his last name. Damar - Ok, so...no logic for this one either...He’s a big, pretty, square lizard. And I’d go there. Tekeny Ghemor - He’s a widower and he’s a very sweet man. 10/10 would call him daddy in bed and take his last name. He also feels like the type of person who would be v protective of the person he loved and since he’s obviously had a kid, he knows what he’s doing in bed...

Kiss: Telle - Tbh, he wasn’t my favorite Cardassian, but he was still cute and rather square. 100% would give this lizard a smooch. Boheeka - Look. LOOK. This man deserved better than the Order making him disappear for Quark’s requisition code. Add that to his slutty little comment about a Dabo girl almost bankrupting him, and I’d definitely kiss him. Also, he’s pretty, so... Ari - This good boy just wanted to protect Iliana!Kira and for Cardassia to have a better future. HE DESERVED BETTER. 10000/10 would smooch. Entek - Bad Lizard™ but would I let him pin me up against a wall and kiss me like a back alley whore? Yes. No logic. Only ✨pretty✨

Hug: Mavek - He was on Terok Nor during the Dominion’s occupation of said station, and he was sweet enough to bring Major Kira her coffee every morning. Look. Any guy who remembers AWAKE JUICE for somebody EVERY DAY has EARNED a hug. At minimum.

Kill: Evek - Look. I have strong feelings about Cardassians. For some reason, he evokes a very visceral reaction. Also I’m convinced he’s one of the ones who suggested the Central Command try to blame Dukat for the weapon smuggling in “The Maquis” Parts 1&2. R.I.P. Danar - Idk why I have this reaction with him?? So many of Vaughn Armstrong’s characters are calming or just give me a different reaction, but with Danar, I...I don’t know. Confusion lizard. R.I.P.

As for your second question, oooooh, I love that idea! I’ll do 5 people since you chose 5.

If it can be anyone from any Trek series, I’d say... Shran, Julian Bashir, Spock, Malcolm Reed, and Dukat (for chaos and laughs). Would we survive? Probably not. Would it be fun? Yes (for me; I guarantee nobody else’s enjoyment but my own).

If it can only be DS9 characters...Bashir, O’Brien, Martok, Garak, and Dukat (again, for chaos and laughs). 

Are both those sets reverse harem situations in my brain? ...Perhaps...

[sapphosewrites]

For that ask meme, I am lookin at that fake wedding for fed cit WIP O.O

That is an unusual example of an actually indicative document title! I don’t often have them. The idea is that when the Dominion is taking DS9, Garak needs a way to escape, and Julian marries him so he can have Federation citizenship and spousal right to be on the Defiant (since based on TNG, civilian spouses are allowed to go on ships with their Starfleet partners.)

This would be right around when Rom and Leeta get married, so that could be the catalyst for the idea. I rewatched the episode and it was much more serious than I remember, and this has kind of a silly tone, so I wasn’t sure about that but then I was inspired by an Ilya Kaminsky quote (who you may recognize as the writer I used in “Growth”): “Is it foolish to speak of little joys that occur in the middle of tragedy? It is our humanity. Whatever we have left of it. We must not deny it to ourselves.”

The fic is only written in snippets so far:

“It will be like Mavek and Orra in The Buried Mirror, or- oh my.” Julian stopped short.

“What is it?”

"I just understood the plot of Shoggoth's sixteenth enigma tale. Surjak and Lonar aren't actually lovers, they were trying to reveal the Centauri Conspiracy, and they married so Surjak could share her father's shri tal because he was the sixth man in the Dopterian robbery! Is that right?”

“Close.”

“Anyway, you’re not going to distract me with literature. I think this is the best solution.”

[malady335]

Chapters: 15/15 Fandom: Star Trek, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dukat (Star Trek)/Original Female Character(s), Weyoun (Star Trek)/Original Female Character(s), Damar (Star Trek)/Original Female Character(s), Mavek/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Original Bajoran Character, Weyoun 5 (Star Trek), Quark (Star Trek), Dukat (Star Trek), Damar (Star Trek), Kira Nerys, Tora Ziyal, Mavek (Deep Space Nine) Additional Tags: Sex Work, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Dominion War (Star Trek), Cardassians, Bajor, Bajorans, Cardassian Orphans, Dominion Occupation, Power Imbalance, Power Dynamics, Politics, Smut, Attempted Sexual Assault, physical assault, Aromantic Character Summary:

With Kira being constantly harassed by Dukat it's affecting their ability to do a resistance. So Quark calls in an old friend(they are not friends) to distract Dukat.

[startrekships]

Interceptor Prototype by Euderion

Interceptor-class by Mavek Drydock by Iron Eagle Maverick Typ 11 Shuttle by Andy Marrs

[yasmijn]

Sekarang lagi ambil kelas Econometrics dari Erasmus Universiteit Rotterdam di Coursera mumpung lagi ada kerja sama antara ITB dan Coursera sampai akhir September jadi bisa dapet sertifikat gratisan. Lumayan berat di statistik, kalkulus, dan matriks vektor - tiga-tiganya udah pernah dapet waktu S1 kemarin (kalkulus sampe kalkulus 3, dapet Teori Probabilitas, Probabilitas dan Statistik, Statistika Industri, juga Matriks & Ruang Vektor). Berhubung lulus udah lama dan ilmunya gak pernah dipake juga, jadi harus banyak review ulang materi zaman dulu kala. Ya gimana ya dulu juga belajar hanya agar lulus dan bisa dapet nilai lumayan bukan biar dapet ilmu. Baru masuk Week 2 tapi banyak banget materi terutama Mavek yang aku udah lupa - entah kenapa otak gabisa banget menyerapnya, hiks. 

Dan ini masih week 2 dari 8.

[trade-baby-blues]

In Sickness

Pairing: Spock x reader

Word Count: so many (2680 to be exact)

Warning: Death, dying, serious health conditions, pretty gross health conditions, I think one swear

A/N: Requested by an anon!: “Spock x female reader where they are secretly married...but the team finds out when she gets injured on a mission...” Idk if you can tell but I have watched a TON of grey’s anatomy recently which might be why I spent so much time researching the medical stuff lol. This has absolutely NOT been edited because it’s 3:30 AM and it’s my birthday so I’m going to bed. I will (maybe) edit it later. 

Cold was not a word you would have used to describe Spock. The other crew members gossipped about how emotionless he was, but you knew better. You knew where to look. In soft touches in the hallway, meals sent to your lab when you forgot to leave for lunch. No, Spock wasn’t cold. He was the one spot of warmth on the whole damn ship.

When he asked you to marry him, you were over the moon. Literally. The ship had made an emergency stop at Derna after an influenza outbreak. Half the ship was bed-ridden, and you were working yourself to the bone trying to find a cure. Spock found you unconscious at your desk from a fever you’d neglected to mention to anyone, and, after a long, stern lecture he’d asked if you would be his wife. 

That was almost two years ago now and it had been the best two years of your life. You didn't even mind keeping it to yourself, because it made everything feel more special - and he more than made up for it when you spent nights together. There wasn't a doubt in your mind that Spock would move heaven and earth for you if you asked, and you knew he would be completely undone if anything happened to you.

That’s what made you hesitate on the shuttle down to the planet’s surface. You absentmindedly played with the ring hanging around your neck as the emergency transport descended to the next unknown planet. Well, not completely unknown. You knew one thing about the planet: the flora was poisonous to humans, which is why you were zipping up your decontamination suit and pulling your mobile lab down the ship’s loading dock. It whirred to life behind you as soon as you were clear, receding back into the ship as it prepared for take off.

This was your choice. You reminded yourself sternly. You told Jim not to beam them up. Not to send anyone down with you. The fewer people exposed the better. You rolled your shoulders and neck, easing some of the tension you could feel building there, and started walking toward the emergency triage station that was already set up.

There was a small boulder that had been outfitted as a desk for you to work on. Samples from the plant that caused all the trouble were already laid out. Your eyes scanned them quickly, looking for anything that signaled danger. There were no thorns, no pollen, no sap - even the colors were subdued. You lifted a flower to smell, expecting a nauseating rotting meat smell like some other carnivorous plants, but even the scent was beautiful.

“He’s arresting,” an ensign called. She was hunched over a man on the ground, another ensign. Matyas. He worked with the chemists. It was his first away mission.

Someone grabbed your elbow roughly. “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to help him?”

“I’m - I’m not a doctor. I’m a microbiologist I don’t-”

“Damn it I can’t find a pulse.” A doctor had joined the ensign and taken over. Going against warnings to avoid touching Matyas, the doctor was alternating compressions and mouth to mouth while an assistant dug through a bag for a hypo. The needle clicked and everyone held their breath but Matyas didn’t move. It almost felt like your heart was picking up the slack for him with the way it was pounding in your chest.

The doctor sighed. “Time of death, 15:02 Federation Standard Time.” The nurse immediately waved a tricorder over the doctor, scanning for any signs of infection.

You made your way over to Matyas, sample collection kit in hand. While the nurse checked the doctor, you checked the ensign for any obvious signs of disease. Despite only being sick for an hour at most, his face had lost all color and his eyes were dark. Even with gloves on, you could feel how brittle his hair had become. You cut off a few strands and dropped them in a sample bag. Next came the blood draw. You expected it to be the easiest part, but the blood came out much thicker than it should have, almost gelatinous. As if he’d been dead for hours and his blood had started clotting. You chanced a look at the doctor, whose worry was written across his face.

“Can I borrow your tricorder for a sec,” you asked. You accepted it gratefully from the nurse and ran it over Matyas. Each result seemed more concerning than the last: “Skin rash, cardiomegaly, ambient temperature, early signs of rigor mortis.”

The doctor grabbed the tricorder from your hands. “That’s not possible.” He scanned the corpse again, yielding the same results. “We scanned him twenty minutes ago and there was no evidence of cardiomegaly. The only symptoms were a rash, fever, and minor heart palpitations and now….”

“And now the scans show he should’ve been dead for hours, not minutes,” you finished. You wanted to comfort the doctor, who seemed to be getting more anxious by the second, but there was nothing you could say when he was sitting in front of the corpse of a man who might have just infected him. You couldn’t say how long the symptoms would take to start showing, because it was impossibly to know when Matyas was infected. You didn’t even know what caused it. It could be the flower or it could be something in the grass or the trees or even in the air. The only piece of good news you could give came from Bones calling to say the quarantine rooms had been set up.

You went straight to work when you were back on the ship, running the blood through every test you could think of and examining every inch of the plant under microscope. It was harder doing it by yourself, but you insisted your team stay away in case there was something poisonous in the plant. Of course, you hadn’t told Spock you were working alone or that you weren’t working in a decontamination suit, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. It was quicker without the burden of the suit anyway.

Bones kept you updated on the status of all the patients. Neither the doctor nor the ensign were starting to show signs but Commander Oni, a member of the security team of all people, was complaining about abdominal pain and facial swelling and the leader of the expedition, Lieutenant Mavek, had a severe fever. They were both being monitored closely.

You focused your attention back to your work. Sure they were stable now, but Matyas was stable when you were first called and not 30 minutes later he was dead. You just hoped half an hour was enough time for you to make some kind of headway with a cure.

Every minute that passed was torture. Ten minutes in and you had nothing. You were starting to sweat. From nerves, you told yourself. Not from disease. Fifteen minutes passed and Bones called to tell you Oni had blood in his lower intestine now, and his liver seemed to be shutting down. Twenty minutes. Mavek fell unconscious, heart beating erratically. Thirty minutes. His heart stopped. He was put on bypass. Forty minutes. Oni was experiencing multiple organ failure. 50 minutes. Dead.

You threw everything off your desk in anger. Nothing was adding up. The blood had been poisoned but there was nothing poisonous from the plant. The people in direct contact with Matyas were fine but the people who were nowhere near him are dead and dying and you had no more time to come up with a solution to save Mavek.

You scratched subconsciously at an itch on your arm until you realized your fingertips felt wet. When you looked down all you saw was blood. You could still make out the edges of what looked like the same rash Matyas had among the blood and skin that was hanging off your arm. It appeared necrotic, a symptom none of the others had presented. You poked at it lightly in horror, half expecting your entire arm to fall off, but you felt nothing. Aside from the skin falling off of your arm you felt fine.

Then there was a flash of heat so intense you had to sit down. Your vision was white and it felt like your temperature jumped from 98 to 103 with no warning. Waves of nausea hit you as you reached for the comm but you ended up knocking it to the floor in a daze. You fell to your knees to get it, trying desperately to call in a 911 to Bones. Your throat tightened as your heart sped up. You didn’t know what was anxiety and what was a symptom.

The tile flooring felt much cooler against your knees and arms and your nausea lifted briefly. You reached for the Comm and froze. There. Sitting on top of it. What looked like an insect. You forced yourself to concentrate on it, ignoring the white creeping into the edges of your vision. You fumbled for a sample jar, knocking several over before you managed to grab one large enough for the bug and the Comm.

The insect seemed to sense it’s freedom was being threatened, because it jumped from its perch on the Comm and started running towards the door. You threw yourself at it, clapping the cup down full force against the ground. It scuttled frantically around the cup, stabbing what looked like a small stinger against its plastic prison. You slipped the lid underneath and sealed the cup before making your way back to the desk. You grabbed your Comm on the way, dialing Bones as you picked up a pair of scissors.

“Please tell me you’ve got something.” You could tell he was tired.

You stabbed a small hole in the top of the jar for air. “Insect sting. Best guess is it’s essentially Chagas disease but sped up by a few years. Oh, and symptoms also include some kind of dermal necrosis.”

“None of the patients have exhibited signs of necrosis. There’s rashes but not…” You heard Bones curse.

“Yeah. If you could send a gurney my way it’d be much appreciated, doc. I’ll try to meet you halfway.” You hung up before Bones could say anything. There was only one voice you wanted to hear right now and it wasn’t his.

“Ashalik,” Spock said, “I thought you would be too busy to call.”

“Yes, but I found the cause of the illness,” you said, leaning against a wall to catch your breath. Your chest felt tight. “I’m heading to MedBay now to give the results to Dr. McCoy.”

“Are you all right? You sound a little breathless.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Always am around you.” You slid down the wall, energy draining from you quickly. You could almost picture Spock sitting in the Captain’s chair while Jim dealt with the emergency in MedBay. His eyebrow quirking up, cheeks tinged green. You hummed softly at the thought. “Tell me you love me.”

“You know I do. Tal-kam, is there something wrong? Are you-”

“No, I want to hear you say it, Spock. It always sounds better when you say it.” You could hear a slur in your voice and you knew Spock would hear it too. There were a few seconds of silence before he spoke.

“I ayasha du.” Spock said something else, but you weren’t quite sure what. Your eyes had slipped shut by now and the only thing you could hear was a soft ringing in your ears. You felt yourself tipping over but couldn’t do anything to stop it, doomed to lie there until the medics found you unconscious, smile still playing around the corners of your mouth.

You woke up to a stinging pain in your arm and a scratching in your throat. You coughed lightly around a tube and it felt like your entire chest was on fire. You tried to ignore it, breath around it, but it felt like you were choking until you heard your door open and a nurse ran to your bedside to take it out. You smiled weakly at her as she moved to adjust your feeding tube.

“Gave us quite the scare,” she said with a smile. “Though I suppose not as much as you gave him.” She nodded to your left and you tilted your head as far as you could to see Spock curled up in a chair asleep. “Hasn’t left your side in days. Not since he and Dr. McCoy worked out a treatment.” You smiled.

Your gaze seemed to rouse him, because he began to stir. He was on his feet the second he saw your eyes on him. He clasped your hand in his and pressed a kiss to your temple before leaning his forehead against yours. He said nothing, but you didn’t need him to. You understood.

Of course, Bones didn’t understand the intimacy of the moment and barged in with a tricorder and a hypo. Most of the symptoms were gone, but the arrhythmia seemed permanent so far just as it had with Mavek. It would require some more testing and medication but would be manageable.

“Until we’re sure it’s arrhythmia and not an extension of the symptoms, I don’t want doing anything strenuous. You can go back to work as long as you stay in a wheelchair that someone else pushes. Outside that, we’ll run a few cardiac stress tests in the lab, but you shouldn’t do any running or fighting or basically anything that would raise your heart rate.” He said the last few words pointedly towards Spock.

“I’m not sure why you’re addressing me, Doctor. I have no control over what-”

“He’s talking about banging,” Jim said, all smiles. He was leaning against the doorway like he’d just won the lottery. “No more early nights or late mornings or quickies down in the lab. That is, where you went all those times, right?”

The tips of Spock’s ears turned soft green. “I’m sure I don’t know-”

“How long have you guys been married,” Jim turned his questioning to you. “I mean, come on. I didn’t even know you guys were together and now lover boy over here is pining at your bedside and you have a ring around your neck. What’s it been? A few months?”

“Give or take a couple years,” you said, still smiling.

Jim stepped into the room fully, smacking Bones on the arm as he passed. “A couple years? Did you know, Bones?”

“None of my damn business,” Bones grumbled, smacking Jim back.

“Well then,” Jim said, rubbing his arm lightly, “I say it’s high time to celebrate then.”

“You deserve congratulations for discovering a new species of insect, especially one so deadly,” Spock said. “The discovery will save countless lives if future voyages are ever attempted.”

Jim threw an arm around Spock’s shoulders. “Is he always this boring? Because I definitely meant I’m throwing you guys a bachelor and bachelorette party.”

You laughed, but, with your throat still raw from the breathing tube, it came out more like a croak which lead to a cough which lead to Bones shuffling everyone but Spock out of the room. He pulled his chair closer to your bedside again and dropped his face in his hands. It looked like he’d aged a decade in the past week.

“I’m sorry I scared you, ashayam.” You ran your fingers through Spock’s hair. His shoulders shook softly but he made no noise and you wanted so badly to hold him. “Come here.” You tugged gently on his hands until he looked at you. You scooted to the edge of the bed, and Spock took the hint, crawling onto the biobed with you until you were just a tangle of limbs and tubes and tears.

“I ashaya du, k’diwa,” you said, still stroking Spock’s hair as he laid against your chest. “In sickness and in health.”

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5 Times Riker Didn't Want to Have Sex 1 Time He Didn't Have To

5 Times Riker Didn't Want to Have Sex + 1 Time He Didn't Have To https://ift.tt/AFp4heW by imzadi (draculard) What it says on the tin. Words: 3905, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Star Trek: The Next Generation Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Categories: Multi Characters: William Riker, Deanna Troi, Erik Pressman, Mavek (Star Trek TNG), Lanel (Star Trek TNG), Beverly Crusher, Odan (Star Trek) Relationships: William Riker/Deanna Troi Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Torture, Dubious Consent, Rape/Non-con Elements, Sharing a Body, Parasites, Pheromones, Power Imbalance, Mental Institutions, Psychiatric Abuse, Prisoner of War, Episode: s04e23 The Host, Episode: s07e12 The Pegasus, Book: A Time to Heal, I'm going to put the noncon pairings in the tags here, that way ppl looking for them in a genuine shippy sense won't see this fic, William Riker/Erik Pressman - Freeform, William Riker/Lanel, William Riker/Mavek - Freeform, William Riker/Beverly Crusher - Freeform, Whump, Episode: s04e15 First Contact, Episode: s06e21 Frame of Mind via AO3 works tagged 'William Riker/Deanna Troi' https://ift.tt/dsnmFt8 November 22, 2022 at 10:26AM

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