#Vulcan ; introduction

[forgedbyvulcan]

Vulcan.

Agent Vulcan (Forge) aka Kwon Haru’s introduction.

Sorry for the wait! I’d like to preface this introduction with a disclaimer that it has been a hot minute since I’ve been on tumblr, so I apologize if I’m a little slow as things pick up for me again! I’ll leave some basic knowledge of Haru below and some basic plots that I’ll be adding to her connections page, so feel free to like this post and I’ll dm you! (My discord is also linked on this blog if that’s your preference!).

Haru was born in Pyeongtaek, but her single father stationed at the KATUSA base found himself unable to raise her on his own and had her guardianship taken over by his close friend who lived in San Diego, California.

She grew up with a silver spoon surrounded by a morally ambiguous conglomerate family.

Graduated with a mechanical engineering degree from MIT.

After joining her adoptive family’s corporation nepotism at its finest she worked with both companies who made parts of weapons and cars. Eventually being privy to more information than most she noticed the suspicious activity that she would later find out to be the illegal arms trade operation her father was running behind his companies. Hungry for both the praise of her adoptive father and power, she agreed to join him and his operation. From there she began designing and modifying guns, flying out to different countries acting as her father’s representative immersed fully in illegal arms trade. For years she didn’t realize the extent of her actions until she at the other end of the barrel she had designed. Upon realizing the blood on her hands her moral compass did a 180 and orchestrated a small arms trade ring that would catch the attention of someone who she could turn herself into and divulge her knowledge to. She had no intentions at taking a plea bargain at first, but eventually accepted through the coaxing of her then soon-to-be mentor at AEGIS.

Haru practically lives in the armory at headquarters, so she’s often found there or knocking back her fifth cup of coffee in the break room.

Upon meeting an agent for the first time Haru will often ask them to spar usually without giving context to better assess what modifications to make to their weapons based on their combat styles.

Her outward disposition is extroverted, eccentric and friendly. However, she does make a hobby out of finding and pressing the buttons of agents she finds “too stiff”.

An expert and perfectionist in her own field, Haru is most serious when it comes to weapons and weapon safety for the agents.

Basic plots/connections.

“Wreck it Ralph” — an agent who is a repeat offender of handling their weapons more roughly than others. The bane of her existence and someone she excepts to see after every mission to fix their weapons or equipment.

“Caffeine Fiends” — her partner in crime in the break room, someone else she often finds in the dead of the night at their wits end and on their 4th cup of coffee of the day. A low energy friend who doesn’t mind listening to her rant about weaponry jargon.

“Don’t press the red button” — An agent that she’s on less favorable terms with. Haru enjoys seeing what makes the stiff or stoic agents tick and this person in particular was a ticking time bomb. However they’re a begrudgingly good team and Haru can’t help herself when it comes to pressing their buttons.

Other connections:

an agent she first met upon being captured by her mentor and was there during her confinement period.

her hand to hand combat teacher.

someone who does “wellness checks” on her when she tends to stay in the armory for a few days at a time.

someone who knew her before she turned tides whether it was at her college or for being notorious in the illegal arms trade (maybe having been a former target of theirs).

rivals, exes, fwbs, etc are all welcome.

I have been debating whether or not to add her mentor to the list of wanted connections, however this agent is age locked within the range of 40-45 years old and may end up being an npc who is no longer around.

[blanc-ci]

Long 4am ramble because I’m thinking a lot about Kirk and McCoy in TMP

Because for Spock it was very much the culmination of his character, his big joyous epiphany. And in that way it was also a very happy occasion for Kirk, his Vulcan is back and he’s finally learned to accept his feelings? (the feelings for him!) Glorious day.

But then you look away from the Spirk lens and start observing how Kirk treats McCoy, as well as how he treats the ship and its crew. And the movie makes it very plain that he is desperately trying to relive his glory days. To take back what he feels he needs. (he is aware of it to an extent, which creates a nice depiction of a deeply selfish character who conscious of it and trying to overcome. (And of course Kirk accepting that Space is where he belongs directly parallels Spock’s journey of emotional acceptance- but that’s a discussion for another time))

But even with that awareness, all of the “bad” that comes from it seemingly gets brushed under the rug by the euphoria/mania of his reuniting with Spock (and ig the unification of V’Ger and Decker but that is in of itself a Spock/Kirk parallel, so the point remains).

If you focus on the movie from McCoy’s perspective it’s just sad and melancholic.

Kirk uprooted McCoy from a retirement where, it seemed, he had the space and the freedom to explore himself and his identity and the vastness of life’s experiences. All to trim him back down to exactly how he was while serving under Kirk. And McCoy accepts it.

McCoy’s introduction in the movie is loud (in every sense, the yelling, the outfit) and you can SEE him quiet in response to Kirk. He sees that demanding outstretched hand and reins himself in, concedes, and the next scene we see him in he’s that perfect image of what Jim wants him to be. (What he “needs” him to be)

From then on, throughout nearly the whole movie, his presence becomes a reassurance. There are so many times where he shows up, checks on Kirk, and quietly leaves again. So many times where he’s shown as an observer. And the problem that makes it all sadder is that if you look past the surface-level grouching you can tell he holds no grudge, no anger for any of it.

And I think the angle is that he is accepting his place there as well. Maybe it’s that the experience-chasing he’d been doing in civilian life was to compensate for the void that not being a part of Jim’s crew left him with. That he truly does enjoy the role he’s been given. But that acceptance feels so jagged and bitter as a viewer. The happiness of this reunion cannot magically fix the fact that he wasn’t given any choice in it.

[v-o-i-d-e-d]

Spock x reader

Could you please do. 5 times Spock caught the reader from falling +1 time he didn't. Reader gets really hurt but no death. Just hurt/comfort please✨

Of course I will do this for you! I hope you don't mind I shortened it a little for the sake of my word count. (It's already too long) But the premise is the same!

Warnings: reader is very clumsy, blood, brief description of a burn, language and I think that's it!

Word Count: 3,351 (buckle up)

Let me know if you guys want a part 2 to this one, I feel like it has tha kind of potential 👀

Allow the Ground to Find its Brutal Way to Me - Spock x Reader

1.

               The first time Ensign (Y/N) met Spock was an accident. She was supposed to be in the engine room – as per her engineering status – but instead, she was hiding away in the lounge. Most of her daily work was finished anyway, she could stand to take a break and catch up on her reading. However, just as she had reached a particularly exciting part of her book, her communicator crackled to life and Scotty’s voice filled the once peaceful silence.

               “(L/N), I need you to return to the engine room. I need your help repairing a minor issue with the hyperdrive.”

               The thought of ignoring the call crossed her mind but then so did the thought of losing her job,

               “On my way.”

               With a defeated sigh, (Y/N) marked her page and left the lounge. As the door hissed open, she stepped out without looking and bumped harshly into someone. (Y/N) and the stranger tottered for a moment before they both stabilized.

               “Sorry-“

               “Apologies-“

               Commander Spock was admittedly distracted by his datapad when he heard the lounge door open. He had looked up a bit too late and walked straight into the woman walking out of the room. After their quick apologies, the young ensign left without introduction. Spock had never seen her before and upon noting her red dress surmised that she worked primarily in the engine room. He let out a short hum as he continued on his path toward the bridge, this time making sure to keep his eyes on the hallway.

2.

               Over the next few months, (Y/N) and Spock saw a lot more of each other. Whether it was a coincidence or fate (Y/N) did not care she was just glad it happened. The two have many things in common such as a love for reading, art, and history. (Y/N) had become quite fond of her commanding officer and upon that realization, the thought of losing her job crossed her mind once again. The door to the Bridge hissed open and she walked as gracefully as she could beside Scotty as they entered for their weekly report. Supposedly, this ritual was so that Captain Kirk could be kept in the loop about any problems we may be having down in the engine room but (Y/N) was starting to think that it was simply a way for Kirk and Scotty to chat. For about five minutes the two men had a serious conversation, and then it transitioned into a more friendly and less important one that (Y/N) tuned out of. 

Spock noticed her as soon as she stepped onto the Bridge. Her hair was pulled away from her face today - she must have been doing mechanical work. He recalled her mentioning that she doesn’t like pulling her hair up because it gives her a headache. 

“...so I only pull it up when I have to. Don’t want it to get in the way while I’m neck deep in a turbine of something.”

The Vulcan huffed a breath through his nose that almost resembled a chuckle at the memory. Spock looked back toward (Y/N) at the sound of her laughter. Her lips curled in a lopsided grin and her cheeks flushed a pretty pink color as she waved off whatever it was Kirk had said to make her laugh. Spock’s brown eyes stared intently at (Y/N)’s face. She was a very beautiful woman - it would be illogical for him to deny that - but it was not practical to dwell on those thoughts so he begrudgingly looked back down at his work. 

(Y/N) had sneaked what she thought were subtle glances toward the Vulcan. How could she not? But apparently, the glances were not subtle enough to go undetected by Captain Kirk who had connected her gaze with his second in command. 

“Spock? Really? Come on, of all the men on board,” Kirk scoffed. 

(Y/N) looked down at her shoes feeling a bit caught and murmured, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Scotty and Kirk exchanged knowing glances and Kirk reached out and tapped (Y/N) on the shoulder, “Hey, do you think Vulcans get jealous? I think we should test it out and call it a science experiment.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up at the notion. She waved off the suggestion and shook her head in disbelief. “You are unbelievable. Can I be dismissed? I do have a job to complete.” 

Kirk nodded and sent her away with a smile. She was relieved to be out of that situation and made her way back toward the elevator which just so happened to lead her right past a certain Vulcan. He looked up as she walked past and she waved and smiled. He nodded back. Unfortunately for (Y/N)’s confidence, she happened to walk a bit too close to the control table Spock was standing behind and managed to knock her hip into it hard enough for her to stumble. Spock quickly reached out and grabbed her bicep so she wouldn’t fall and (Y/N) gave him a sheepish grin. 

“Whoops,” she chuckled as she straightened herself up. “My clumsiness strikes again.” She chuckled to herself as she left the room. 

3.

(Y/N)’s palms were sweaty as she quickly swiped them against her uniform. Her eyes flicked between the aliens in front of her and Kirk. She had been part of a group that was meant to explore a newly found planet, however, the locals were not as accepting as the captain had anticipated. Normally, (Y/N) would not be involved in such missions but much to her annoyance the people on this planet spoke a dialect close enough to a language she knew to make her a valuable translator. The mood was quite tense as she stood in between the two groups. The aliens had just told Kirk that if they did not leave the planet soon, they would be punished.

“Punished how?” Kirk asked her. She cringed.

“I’d rather not repeat that one. Just know the description was very graphic and I think we should follow their direction.”

Kirk rolled his shoulders back and narrowed his eyes. “How about a bargain?” 

(Y/N) hesitated before relaying the question to the lead alien. The alien paused before allowing Kirk to elaborate. 

“You keep a member of our crew until we’re done with analysis and then we will come back for them when we leave. No more than 24 hours.”

Spock, who had remained silent by Kirk’s side grabbed the captain’s shoulder, “This is not a good idea. We don’t know how they treat prisoners here. You could be putting one of the crew members in danger.” 

“Relax. We’ll send one of the officers with them. They have training to withstand or escape if necessary. I know what I’m doing, Spock.

(Y/N) had relayed the proposition and the aliens turned to each other to deliberate. (Y/N) shifted on her feet and looked over at Spock with a wary expression. She said nothing but Spock understood: Whatever the aliens were saying wasn’t good. After a few moments, the aliens gave their response. As they spoke, (Y/N)’s eyes widened. When the aliens finished, she turned to Kirk and cleared her throat. 

“They say that they accept your bargain as long as they get to choose who stays.”

“Fine. Who do they want?”

“Me.”

A long pause. Kirk could feel Spock’s glare burning into the back of his head and chose not to cast a glance in his direction. “No.”

“It does make the most sense. I’m the only one who can speak to them and it’s only for a day. Who knows, maybe they’ll tell me stuff about their people.” (Y/N) could not believe she was advocating for herself to be a prisoner of some strange race but she just didn’t want shooting to start. 

Kirk finally cast a sidelong glance to his second in command who was already looking at him with an unreadable expression. Spock simply nodded. He couldn’t deny the logic. While she was there she could act as an ambassador on behalf of Star Fleet. 

“Fine” Kirk nodded and immediately (Y/N) was taken by the arms in a firm grip. She yelped in surprise and forced her legs to cooperate as she was led away from her group. 

“I guess the 24 hours starts now!” She said over her shoulder as she was led back toward the little village the aliens came from. 

Data gathering and analysis had never gone quicker. Everyone on the ground crew worked overtime through the night to gather as much as they could in the short time they were given. To say Spock was nervous would be a bit of an understatement. Anytime his hands were not occupied by work he would be picking his cuticles raw at the thought of (Y/N) stuck in that village. He was not optimistic, but Kirk reminded him that the aliens may not be hostile toward her. Spock often forgot that possibility. The group stood at the edge of the village just as the 24 hours were up. Much to Spock’s relief, (Y/N) was being led over to them unharmed. She was held firmly by the arm just as she had been yesterday but she seemed much less nervous today. 

“You okay?” Kirk asked when she was standing across from him 

“Yeah, I’m fine. They want to know if you have what you came for.”

Kirk nodded and, as if on cue, the alien holding (Y/N) pushed her forward. It wasn’t a particularly hard push, however, (Y/N) was not expecting the sudden forward momentum and tripped over her own feet. Spock, who stood once again at Kirk’s side, stepped forward and allowed (Y/N) to fall into him so she wouldn't hit the ground. The Ensign’s fingers softly gripped into Spock’s forearms and she straightened herself, murmuring a thanks under her breath. 

“Let’s head back to the ship.” She said grabbing both Spock and Kirk by the arm and leading the group away from the watching aliens. 

1. 

The only lights in the engine room were the red flashing emergency lights. The zap of electricity was heard from frayed or snapped wires and steam blew from busted pipes. (Y/N) had her hair messily pulled from her face and sweat dripping down the back of her neck as she gritted her teeth. She was clinging tightly to a pipe close to the hyperdrive with a tool in hand attempting to fix the catastrophic problem that had come from a too close encounter with the Klingons. The Enterprise groaned and tilted causing (Y/N) to hold tighter to her only anchor. The tool fell from her hand as she squeezed her eyes shut. When she didn’t hear the clang of the metal tool hitting the floor for several seconds she suddenly realized how far off the ground she really was. She had already climbed several feet up the scaffolding before the ship tilted, but now even if she tried to drop to the floor she would begin falling toward the wall. The ship was almost completely on its side and there was no way she would survive a fall from where she was. 

“Shit, shit, shit!” (Y/N) whined as she willed her aching arms and legs to stay wrapped around the pipe. The metal beneath her hands quivered and clicked as pressure built up in the pipe. (Y/N) looked around for something, anything, that she could grab to move away from this pipe which felt like it was going to burst at any time. 

“Ensign (Y/N)?” Someone shouted her name but she couldn’t see where they were standing. 

“Help! I’m definitely stuck!” She shouted at the top of her lungs, hoping the person could pinpoint her location. There was a pause and then the sound of something exploding and crackling with electricity. 

“I can’t use the walkway, the ship has tilted too far and the alternative route has just been…obstructed.”

It was Spock! (Y/N) could have cried from relief even though he was telling her he couldn’t get to her. Something about knowing he was there with her made her a little less afraid. She took a deep breath and looked around again. This time for a way for Spock. She saw one on the North side of the room. It was just level enough that if He came through that door, he could carefully walk toward where she was. There was just one problem. 

“I see another way but,” (Y/N) let out a breathy, humorless chuckle, “You’re going to have to come in from the North hallway.”

Spock blinked in his spot against the wall. The ship shuddered and he stabilized himself with his hands. He heard (Y/N) gasp but didn’t hear anything else. The North Hall was all the way on the other side. He would have to backtrack and go around and who knows the state of that side of the ship. 

“That- that may not work.” 

“I know but there’s no other good way in.” (Y/N) could feel her arms tiring. If something didn’t change soon, she was going to fall. She felt her stomach sink at the thought. 

Spock didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t see (Y/N) so he had no idea what kind of state she was in. He swore under his breath. It didn’t matter. The only way to possibly help her was to go to the other side. If she sounded that calm, she must believe she’ll be okay long enough for him to make it. 

“I’m going around. I swear I will come to get you just stay where you are.” Before she could answer he was gone.

(Y/N) sighed and briefly rested her forehead on the warmed metal. “God, you have no idea how difficult that’s going to be.” 

She didn’t know how long she had been hanging there, but it felt like forever. Every few moments the ship would groan and shift and it was getting increasingly hard to stay on the pipe. (Y/N) felt her eyes sting with unwanted tears as her limbs grew numb. She grunted as she tried to adjust her grip. She bit back a sob. The metal was getting warmer. Air was compressing on the inside and pressure was building. At any moment it would- another awful groan, then a hiss and a loud crack as the metal in front of her chest broke open. (Y/N) screamed as hot steam hit her. Her arms and legs finally lost grip as the shock of the pain ran through her body. Another blood-curdling scream ripped itself from her throat as she fell from the pipe, quickly plummeting toward the far wall below her. When the hard material met her back, the air left her lungs as she gurgled on the fluid bubbling up in her throat, and just as the sensation of the pain of her fall crept in, the darkness in the corner of her vision overcame her. 

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” 

The sound was very faint but it was unmistakable. It was Spock calling her name. Her eyes were stubbornly refusing to open and the rest of her body felt numb but she could hear him getting closer. She noted through hazy sensation that she was lying on her side. The ship must have shifted again. Hands were on her. She couldn’t tell where but she knew the familiar pressure of Spock’s grip on her. A gurgling sound came from her as she was carefully turned over. 

Blood lazily drooled from her lips and her head flopped lazily to the side. She looked dead, Spock thought as he searched for a pulse. His eyes burned with unshed tears but he couldn't let himself feel at that moment. He had to focus on getting (Y/N) out. Like he promised. However weak it was, the pulse he felt beneath his fingers overwhelmed him. 

“(Y/N), can you hear me?” 

Yes. 

He got no response. Spock looked her over once again before gently scooping her up into his arms. It was as he walked toward the - now clear - exit of the engine room that he let his eyes roam the large burn on her upper chest. Parts of her uniform had been melted against her skin and some of the skin had started to blister. Spock tore his eyes away. He couldn’t stand to look. “I am going to get you out of here.” He said to her, but it was him who needed the reassurance. 

Burning. That’s the first thing (Y/N) smelled. As if someone were burning meat. It was to her horror as she opened her eyes and focused on her surroundings that the smell was coming from her own body. Despite her panic, she didn’t have the energy to move but, as she looked around at the infirmary she was in, her body decided that she had the energy to cry. Silent tears streamed down her face as she tried to make some kind of noise. To her left, the heart monitor began to rapidly beep in accordance to her rising heart rate which caused two people to come rushing into the room: Dr. Bones and Spock. Their presence told (Y/N) that she must be in a Star Fleet infirmary, maybe even still on the ship. Bones began to fuss over her, checking her vitals and talking to her in a soft but stern tone, 

“What the hell were you thinkin’ staying in the engine room? You were supposed to evacuate with everyone else.”

Obviously, Bones didn’t expect a response from the girl who still had tears rolling down her cheeks. He glanced at Spock who was awkwardly standing at the foot of the hospital bed, watching. When he looked back (Y/N), her wide, wet eyes were pleading up at him. 

“Now don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re on some pretty strong meds right now so you shouldn’t be feelin’ any pain. Once you’re more physically stable we can start your burn treatments and the physical therapy for your back.”

The heart monitor picked up speed once again as (Y/N)’s eyes seemed to get impossibly wide. Spock chose that moment to gently rest a hand on her leg in comfort. Bones shook his head softly. 

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about all that right now. Just get some rest and you’ll be right as rain soon.” The doctor patted her head gently and with one final scan of the machinery in the room, he left the two alone. 

“I-” Spock started then stopped. His brown eyes found (Y/N)’s and he hesitated. He looked down at her hand before continuing, “I am sorry I did not get to you sooner.”

(Y/N) wanted to tell him it wasn’t his fault. To grab his hand or shake her head no but she couldn’t. All she could do was look at him and listen as the man before her pleaded for her forgiveness. 

Luckily, she didn’t have to wait very long for Spock to take her hand himself. His skin was cold compared to hers and he felt her fingers twitch against his palm. His eyes snapped to meet hers. Her eyes were still watery but she was no longer crying. She sniffled softly and her cheek twitched, the corner of her mouth barely perking up into a small, lopsided smile. 

I forgive you.

Spock scoffed as a small smile of his own made its way to his face. He stood up and gently rested (Y/N)’s hand against the scratchy hospital blanket. Spock leaned down, pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, and sighed. He could still smell your shampoo in your hair. 

“Get some rest.”

[neptunesringz]

eras au characters because i’ve been focusing on the ice giants for a bit

next thing to look forward to(i think): “Introduction to Era III - Rockies”, “Vulcan and Hermes.”

era 3, or the “proto” era, will be most heavily covered as it has the most events and is a favorite in the solarballs fandom!

[libraryofgage]

Life in Miniature (One)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two Harley Quinn One 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedediah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One (you're here!)

There will be more Jedtavius in the next parts I promise, I just thought this would be a funner introduction to the AU lmao

I just love those little guy dudes from the museum so much hfjdks and now we get two pairs of them

Also, fun fact, I took Steve's Roman name from, like, an actual king of Rome. The actual sixth king. He seemed like a chill dude.

Anyway, there's a meme at the end and as always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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When Robin took this job as a night guard, she didn't think the previous guard's words about history coming to life at night was, you know, real. She thought it was a joke, a predictable and corny joke, but a joke nonetheless.

But now, after being chased by a T-Rex, getting saved by Theodore Roosevelt, and almost being taken captive by fucking Attila the Hun, Robin thinks this job definitely isn't worth $16.50 an hour. Then again, this is the best paying job she's had in a while, and she was living a nocturnal life anyway.

Robin groans, leaning against a wall in the diorama exhibit, and slides down to the floor. She lets her head fall back against the wall, her eyes slipping shut as she slides. "This is crazy. This is insane. I need to find a fucking weapon or something," she mutters.

"Pardon me," comes a voice close to her head, "but might you be the goddess Diana?"

As pick-up lines go, it's not the worst one she's heard. And, based on what she knows of Greek and Roman deities, it wouldn't be too far off. Still, she does not want to be hit on by whatever weird historical thing is trying to flirt with her.

Robin takes a deep breath, opens her eyes, and says, "Do I look like a goddess to you?"

She looks to her left where the voice came from, blinking when her gaze falls on a figurine that would barely reach her ankle. He's dressed in a toga with a chest plate, wrist guards, a sword on his waist, and a deep purple cape over his shoulders. His hair is, honestly, the most impressive thing Robin has ever seen, made only more impressive by the golden laurels resting perfectly against his temples.

He's looking at her with wide eyes, more awed than anything else. "Yes," he says. "I have heard the gods are larger than life."

Okay. Fair.

"Why Diana, man?" Robin asks.

He tilts his head, studying her for a moment, looking her up and down. "You give me the same feeling as statues of Noble Diana with her Huntresses," he explains, pausing for a moment before adding, "A feeling of kinship, perhaps?"

Oh. This...this is like ancient Roman gaydar, right? Robin snorts and turns, resting her elbow on her knee. "I'm definitely not Diana. My name is Robin. I'm the new night guard."

His eyes brighten some, his smile growing wider and certainly charming enough to make the hearts of a few girls and guys flutter. "I am Servius Tullius, Sixth King of Rome, son of Vulcan, weapons master of the gods, and adopted son of Jedediah, Cowboy King of the Wild West, and Octavius, general of the Roman army."

Robin nods, letting all of the those words process in her head before saying, "Mind if I call you Steve? You look like a Steve."

The Sixth King of Rome blinks, looking slightly confused before his eyes light up with understanding. "Ah! A nickname! Yes, I am familiar with this concept. You may call me Steve, Lady Robin, as a show of our newfound friendship."

"Yeah, don't call me Lady Robin. Just Robin is fine," she says, hesitating before offering her hand to Steve.

"As you wish, Just Robin," he says, stepping carefully onto her hand and remaining steady as she raises him higher.

Robin blinks, frowning slightly and about to correct him again when she sees his smile and realizes it's a joke. "Okay, very funny, dingus," she says, carefully poking his side.

"Is dingus another nickname? It sounds like an insult."

"It usually is, but it's affectionate when I say it."

"Oh! Yes, like when Ockie calls Jed a philistine."

"Uh, sure," Robin says, nodding once as she lets Steve move to stand on her shoulder. He quickly sits, holding onto the collar of her jacket as she carefully stands up. "Hey, you know what I'm supposed to do about the dinosaur bones?"

"Rexy? Yes, he enjoys a game of fetch."

"Fetch. Of course."

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"What's going on in that head of yours, little man?"

Steve blinks, looks over at Jedediah, and raises an eyebrow at him. "I'm taller than you," he says, gesturing to the good inch he has on Jedediah.

"As long as you're my son, you're a little man."

Doing his best to not laugh, Steve nods once and points to the new diorama set up in the middle of the room. It's a circular diorama, centered on an equally circular stage divided into sections. A cacophony of noise echoes from it, clashing as each slice of the stage fights for dominance. "I'm trying to figure out what in Jupiter's name they're doing over there," he says.

"Well, most of it sounds like music," Jedediah says, "I think."

"It's not any music I've heard before," Octavius says, coming to a stop next to Jedediah and frowning at the diorama. "I would have assumed it the unholy shrieking of the damned."

"Perhaps it would be nicer if they weren't all playing at once," Steve suggests, hands on his hips as he tilts his head.

"Oh, boy, there it is," Jedediah says, his grin audible in his tone. "He's got the King Face."

"What are your intentions, my boy?" Octavius asks.

Before Steve can answer, Robin strolls into the room, grinning when she sees the raving diorama in the middle. She walks over to Steve, Jedediah, and Octavius, crouches down, and says, "Hey, guys. I see you're checking out the History of Rock display."

"History of Rock?" Steve asks.

"What in the sweet hell do rocks have to do with that mess?" Jedediah asks, gesturing to the noisy stage.

Robin rolls her eyes. "No, like, rock music. It's a genre. Anyway, it was sponsored by some musician, so it's a permanent display now."

"And they will be...playing every night?" Octavius asks.

"Probably."

Steve frowns a little more and nods, rolling his shoulders back. "If they are a permanent fixture in our hallowed hall, they must be welcomed. As Sixth King of Rome, this duty falls upon my shoulders. Fathers, I shall return shortly."

"Woah, woah, hold your horses there, little man," Jedediah says, moving to stand in front of Steve. "You're not going anywhere near that snake pit without some back up."

"A few centurions, at least," Octavius agrees.

"I will have Robin. What better protection is there?"

Jedediah and Octavius glance at each other before looking at Robin. She grins and offers them a two finger salute. "I'll guard him with my life," she says, "It's literally my job."

With that reassurance, Jedediah and Octavius move out of the way. Steve steps onto Robin's hand and settles on her shoulder with practiced ease, ignoring the nervous flutter in his stomach at greeting the new museum residents. He hopes they'll get along, but he also knows the might of his Roman army and the railroad workers can crush any who stand in their way.

Robin stops next to the diorama, tilting her head as she studies it. This close, Steve can see the bands playing on each slice of stage, the instruments and fashion shifting as his gaze travels around it. "Uh, excuse me," Robin says, raising her voice.

The raucous noise from the diorama screeches to a halt, the feedback making Robin and Steve grimace slightly. "Uh, hi. We're the official welcome crew for the Hall of Miniatures here. So, I'll need someone to represent your, like, whole display," Robin says, glancing over the bands until she finds one she recognizes. "Okay, I know you guys, so I'll be designating you the spokesband. Now, could the lead singer step forward?"

Steve watches as someone on the "Corroded Coffin" (what an odd name for a band) slice of the stage steps forward. Robin offers her hand to them, carefully lifting it away once they step on. "Great, uh, carry on, I guess. But, like, maybe play some of your quieter stuff for a bit," she says, her words barely out before the music starts up and the crowds start screaming once more.

She sighs and just walks over to the bench, letting off the person on her hand before letting Steve slide down her arm in a move they spent nearly three weeks practicing if only because they knew it would look cool.

When he hops onto the bench, Steve walks up to the other miniature, a man his age with long hair and odd clothes with tears that Robin once said were fashionable. His instrument is still slung over his shoulders, resting casually against his hips much like Steve's sword. Steve suddenly finds himself thinking that the man looks a little like a warrior. An odd one, to be sure, but a handsome one nonetheless.

He flashes his most charming smile, lets his shoulders relax, and says, "My friend here is Robin, Guardian of Brooklyn. I am Servius Tullius, Sixth King of Rome, son of Vulcan, weapons master of the gods, and adopted son of Jedediah, Cowboy King of the Wild West, and Octavius, general of the Roman army. You, however, may call me Steve."

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As far as Eddie was concerned, nothing mattered so long as Corroded Coffin got to keep rocking in an endless concert. The energy never waned, the set list never grew boring, and the music never stopped. He was ready to inform this welcoming crew of just that and promise Hell on Earth if they tried to disrupt the music (angry concert goers are a force of nature), when the words just died in his throat.

Because the most gorgeous man he's ever seen slides down that giant lady's arm, easily and smoothly landing on the bench. Somehow, his hair is perfectly windswept, the golden laurels glinting in the lights above them. His purple cape flutters softly as he walks closer, his toned thighs on full display with the toga hem that falls to the middle of them. There's a sword on the guy's hip, a chest plate that Eddie wants to pull off, a smile he wants to taste, and a pair of freckles right next to each other on the guy's cheek he wants to drag his tongue across.

He misses most of the introduction because he's too busy staring. He gets the important bits, though: Robin, a king, son of a god, adopted son of two dads. Eddie licks his lips nervously, a grin of his own tugging at his lips as he steps forward and playfully bows. "It's an honor to meet you, Your Majesty," he says.

It's supposed to come out joking, a little poke at the guy's authority to see if he can be riled up. It actually comes out way too genuine, and Eddie has a sudden realization that he meant it. He absolutely will accept this guy as his king, actually. He'll fall to his knees before him right now if asked, and not just because it might give him a little peek under the dude's toga.

"Please, just call me Steve. There's no need to be so formal."

Eddie bites the inside of his cheek, hoping Steve doesn't realize that the things Eddie is thinking about (the things he wants to do to and with Steve) are just about the least formal things on this earth. "Good to know," he says, relieved his voice sounds normal as he stands up straight and offers his hand. "Name's Eddie Munson, uh, lead singer of Corroded Coffin."

Steve blinks, and his smile becomes a bit more genuine as he steps closer and clasps Eddie's forearm. "A fellow leader," he says, squeezing Eddie's arm. "Welcome to our museum."

"Y-yeah," Eddie says, his arm still tingling when Steve lets go. He clears his throat, idly tugging on a few strands of hair. "So, uh, what's the deal around here? I mean, giant women...Roman kings...cowboys, it looks like."

"Our noble museum is home to Pharoah Ahkmenrah and his tablet, which brings the exhibits to life each night," Steve explains.

"There's a few rules, though," Robin says, sitting down on the bench behind Steve. "One, no getting into fights. Two, be back in your display by sunrise. Three, no leaving the museum at night."

"What? Why not?"

"We have lost good exhibits to Sol Invictus's morning rays," Steve says, frowning slightly. "So, be careful."

Eddie stares at Steve with wide eyes as he nods, amazed at the fact that Steve seems to talk like that so genuinely. And the fact that Eddie is...kinda into it. Holy shit, that's not helping with Eddie's whole "fall to his knees" thing. He wouldn't mind some good old-fashioned worship if Steve would just smile at him again.

Maybe his prayers are heard, because Steve smiles at him again. "Wonderful," he says. "Now, Eddie, could I interest you in a tour of the museum tonight?"

"Oh, you could interest me in a lot of things, sweetheart," Eddie blurts out, his mouth running faster than his brain.

He snaps his jaw shut, relieved and horrified at Steve's slightly confused expression and Robin's "I know what you are" thousand-yard stare from over his shoulder. Before he can try to backtrack, Steve snaps, understanding in his eyes. "Ah! Sweetheart is a nickname, yes? I accept your offer of friendship."

Eddie clenches his jaw, stopping himself from saying that it's more than friendships he's offering, and smiles. "Yeah. A nickname. That's all. I'm just...a nickname kinda guy. I'll probably think of more, too, Stevie. Like that."

Steve practically beams, and Eddie feels his knees go weak. "I look forward to it," he says, turning on his heel to look at Robin, who thankfully schools her expression. "Robin, this is where we leave you for the night. You have my word that Eddie will be back in place before sunrise."

"Well, you two kids have fun," she says, grinning in a way that immediately puts Eddie on edge. "I'd better not hear about any funny business, though. Absolutely no bases should be reached tonight, and you'd better not do any conquering or pillaging."

She definitely looks at Eddie when she says that last bit. Eddie stiffens, doing his best to hold back a blush when Steve glances over at his, the confusion clear on his face. "Conquering requires more planning than this, Robin. I've told you before."

"Don't worry about it, dingus. Just have fun. Here, I'll even call a ride for you," she says, winking at them before turning, holding her fingers to her mouth, and whistling sharply.

Steve walks over to Eddie right as the ground starts to shake, easily catching him around the waist before he can lose his balance. "The shaking does take some getting used to," he says, his tone full of sympathy and obliviousness to the crisis Eddie is experiencing.

When his brain finally catches up enough to ask what he's talking about, a dinosaur skeleton slides into the room, its body wiggling excitedly as it growls. Eddie jerks back, the arm around his waist tightening some. "What the fuck?!" he shouts.

"Worry not," Steve says, leaning closer. His voice is a little softer now, his breath fanning over Eddie's ear. "This is Rexy, our steed for the evening. He's very friendly."

"Friendly," Eddie mumbles, letting himself be dragged over to Rexy and placed on the dinosaur's head by Robin. "The dinosaur is friendly."

"Many of the exhibits are," Steve tells him, grinning brightly as Rexy begins moving after a pet on the snout from Robin.

Eddie looks at him, feeling blinded by Steve's smile once more, and completely forgets about the living dinosaur skeleton.

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Lemme know if you'd like to be added to the tag list!

(Also I know there are like one or two upcoming parent AUs that people have asked to be tagged in and I tried to see if this was one of them but couldn't find anyone for the life of me hfjdks so I'm sorry if you asked on another post and I missed you orz)

And, finally, a meme for you

[planesawesome]

Is it true that a F-15 has never been shot down? If so, why hasn’t anyone shot it down?

Yes, it is true that the F-15 Eagle has never been shot down in air-to-air combat. This remarkable record is a testament to the aircraft's superior design, advanced technology, and the skill of the pilots who fly it. Since its introduction in the mid-1970s, the F-15 has achieved an impressive air-to-air kill ratio of 104-0, making it one of the most successful fighter jets in history.

Several factors contribute to the F-15's undefeated status. Firstly, the aircraft was designed with air superiority in mind. Its powerful twin engines, advanced avionics, and robust airframe provide exceptional speed, maneuverability, and durability. The F-15 can reach speeds of over Mach 2.5 and has a high thrust-to-weight ratio, allowing it to outmaneuver and outclimb many adversaries.

The F-15's avionics and weapons systems are also top-notch. Equipped with a sophisticated radar system, the F-15 can detect and track enemy aircraft at long ranges, giving it a significant tactical advantage. Its armament includes a mix of air-to-air missiles and a 20mm M61 Vulcan cannon, providing both long-range and close-combat capabilities. The integration of these systems allows F-15 pilots to engage and destroy enemy aircraft before they can pose a serious threat.

Another critical factor is the rigorous training and expertise of the pilots. The U.S. Air Force and other operators of the F-15 invest heavily in pilot training, ensuring that those who fly the Eagle are among the best in the world. This high level of training, combined with the aircraft's capabilities, creates a formidable combination that has proven difficult for adversaries to overcome.

The F-15 has benefited from continuous upgrades and improvements over the years. These enhancements have kept the aircraft at the cutting edge of technology, allowing it to maintain its dominance in the skies. From improved radar and avionics to upgraded engines and weapons systems, the F-15 has evolved to meet the changing demands of modern air combat.

[startrekprodigyfan]

I really like that Star Trek Prodigy, as an introduction to the Star Trek franchise for kids, literally just runs the gauntlet of atypical plot lines. In no particular order we have:

Alien planet is sentient and wants to kill you.

Time travel shenanigans (several times).

Aliens want to help you obtain nirvana… but there’s a catch.

First contact goes awry.

Scary Borg episode.

Sentient AI wants to destroy you.

Sentient AI wants to take over the planet.

Trapped on the holodeck.

Holodeck characters run amok.

Additionally, they also run the gauntlet of introducing different aliens and races and concepts. So we’ve got:

Klingons, Romulans, Ferengi, Vulcans, Tellerite, Andorians, Borg, and Tribbles. But we’ve also got Medusians, Kazon, Caitian, Brikar, Trill, Lurian, and Denobulans.

And on top of that we get slow fed Star Trek concepts and staples such as:

Phasers, Transporters, holodecks, genetic modification, starships, photon torpedos, quantum torpedos, shields, deflector, tractor beams, universal translators, com badges, pips, and more.

Like I cannot overstate how monumental this show is in trying to cover every aspect of Star Trek and get people into the franchise in a way that doesn’t talk down to them or scare them off. Every piece is explained, explored, utilized, and put to great effect in service of the story, not just as Easter eggs or jokes.

[itsflipperdips]

Huh... Didn't knew there was a battle of the bands type of special episode in Dandys world???

FINALLY... THEY'RE HERE!!!! ITS THE...

RETROSTATIC BAND❗❗❗

(Not cannon just OCS that I made and shown a couple weeks ago if I'd remember at least- :oP and btw they're doing a rehearsal on their very own stage floor lol and if anybody is asking, where is Vulcan and Xerxes in the poster, They're operating the stage, Vulcan being the spotlight and Xerxes recording their rehearsal or behind the scenes ^_^)

Anyways here's their very own introduction cards! ^_^ just right down below and might as well their reference height

[trekmupf]

Pro

Action immediately starts (can't even get married in peace uff)

the crew working like a well oiled machine during that crisis

Another episode that shows Kirk as a great leader during a crisis and his morals and ethics as a person as well as the burden of his position

The racism towards Spock (today a bit heavy handed but back then good work) and the way it's shut down immediately by Kirk, who trusts Spock

Kirk calling the meeting to gather all possible info of his crew before making a decision

Kirk openly admitting the troubles of his positions and his very real feelings about his struggle with the responsibility to McCoy as his friend, and McCoy helping him the best way he can; they both know he can't decide for him, but he can support him; but also the knowledge that the people he can be vulnerable in front of and the times he's allowed to show this side of himself are so rare and limited

Shatner's vulnerability in this scene blows my mind

the inclusion of Stiles is well done: he represents partly generational trauma but also the inability to let go of old conflicts over generations, which clouds his judgement

the tension throughout is great: from the red alert in the intro to the unknown threat and revelation of the Romulans until the very end. the silent scenes are excellent and parallel the time between avalanches during a war

the almost impossible choice of what to do and the real possibility of starting an intergalactic war is so heavy, terrifying and relevant throughout time; the way the different characters bring different viewpoints to the table (practicality, morals etc.)

Politics and universe set up! Introduction of the Romulans, the cloaking device and the shared ancestry of Vulcans and Romulans; Establishes the history between the Federation and the Romulans as well as the current situation with the treaty and neutral zone

Interesting choice for the audience to see the Romulan perspective of the fight, which gives us the opportunity to understand them, empathize with the “evil” enemies

This way we also get the parallels between the Romulan Captain and Kirk the responsibility to their people and crew, the way they think and plan; they're so evenly matched until the very end

Mark Lenard's acting and Shatner's compliment each other's so well

it would've been easy to make a good guys / evil enemies storyline here, especially with the Romulans starting the conflict, but instead the narrative, acting makes it about the tragedy and pointlessness of war instead, which is especially underlined with the death of the Romulans in the end; There is no real winner in war

Kirk offering to save the survivors, but respecting the Romulan captain when he explains why he can't

the fact that Starfleet answers Kirk when it's all over and he had to carry this entire burden underlines the pointlessness of it all

Good scoring

Con

Yeoman Rand is sometimes just there to be the damsel women

Counter: red alert during intro

Quote: "I regret that we meet in this way. You and I are of a kind. In a different reality, I could have called you friend" - Romulan commander

Moment: The commander saying goodbye and exploding his ship

Summary: Excellent episode with a deep anti war message showing giving insight into how the crew works under heavy pressure, how the characters compliment each other and work together in universe but also a narrative level, the trust of the trio in each other and a deeper understanding of what makes Kirk one of the best Captains of Starfleet

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[fighter-spirits]

watching promare again. gonna note down new things i notice under the cut. so. spoilers! (post will be continuously edited)

taking a break after galo storms off and right before lio gets to be awesome, ill reblog this and continue when im ready - i got tired of analyzing so i might not continue for a while lol

never noticed them before but the square lens flares in the establishing shots of promepolis, driving home that shape language.

our heroic burning rescue unit is unit 3, there's a LOT of 3s around the location. i never processed it despite it being on galo's PANTS too...

The map of promepolis also looks very new york

also you can see lucia ACTIVELY WORKING ON MATOI TECH

i can barely read the calendar but does anyone else think it says "uno" on the 14th?

aina's friends?

lucia has a full on vending machine and also solo cups for some reason in her locker (she grabs the lollipop too)

remi's locker. (sorry for the frame its so quick)

also i struggled to get a shot but i did know before hand, if you didnt know, galo was sleeping in the truck. maybe because it's dark? anyways, remi almost steps on him

also i JUST realized lucia is basically in a bra and labcoat. girl where's your shirt.

also varys should have the most severe whiplash in the world but ill forgive it because anime.

the cube seems hardly safe for transportation

also. burnish lightning? is this ever even relevant after the aina introduction.

what ever happened to seatbelts btw.

also i cant help but wonder how the solid flames works. (and why lio chose that foot shape.........)

ohhhh ignis is audio only because he's using his ear piece + not in a mech like aina and varys. nice attention to detail there.

is it fair to assume galo didn't bother remembering lio's name because he assumed he'd never have to see him again?

the square lens flare returns for the reveal of the freeze force :3c

vulcan has the same heel piece as kray

you also can hear so many hydraulics and shit when vulcan turns which is a hint at him being more than meets the eye (or less?)

also i feel silly for just now only processed that promare uses a colored line style. better get to reflecting that in my art (i love colored lines)

cant help but get a stupid silly smile when kray speaks for the first time tbh

also im dying to know about the prison location. are they in canada now or something. where is this that its constantly snowing. are they controlling the external climate there??

anyways. tiny

a look into the average promepolis citizen

also kray is actually not that freakishly tall bc galo is only like a few inches shorter (not including his hair)

also kray is smiling while galo talks but his fists are clenched. :3c

also it seems implied that ALL galo remembers from the fire was kray carrying him away from it. so no wonder kray feels like a hero to him. but i think kray probably only carried him because galo wouldn't let go.

i never even processed galo changed outfits from medal to pizza time. didn't even realize he was in uniform originally

also the foreshadowing of "i'm sure some of those burnish guys are pretty decent" while showing secret burnish pizza man makes a pizza

and this is the worst image of kray ive seen in this movie i think. what happened to his limbs pft

something tells me promepolis used to be new york city

not really a story thing but here's my evidence on why he can have a child /j

ALSO WHO LET HIM WEAR WHITE TO A FUNERAL. IS THE ARMBAND THE BEST HE COULD DO.

also the fact that they also seem to freeze people's throats is incredibly fucked up. too scared of someone looking to their left???

the sound effects kind of imply aina puts this chair down specifically to do this help

i dont have words just take this

[cruisedirector]

I was organizing Star Trek photos on Facebook in an album when I realized that I never wrote anything about the legendary fan writer Claire Gabriel, who was my friend in fandom intermittently for decades.

I met her because of her original series fan novels 'Simple Gifts' and 'The Porcelain of Twilight', which my longtime friend Vertigo had loaned me. Ironically, it was Claire's interpretation of a particular aspect of Vulcan society ringing entirely wrong to me that inspired me to write to her in 1988-89, back before the internet when we were reading paper zines with the authors' home addresses sometimes printed in the back. Claire thought that Vulcans would be opposed to terminating pregnancies in all instances, even to save the mother if the fetus would otherwise survive, because it was logical to preserve new life; I thought that was the most illogical thing I'd ever heard, and I told her so. She was very nice about it and we agreed to disagree!

It was a bit gutsy of me to write to her because Claire was already very famous among Star Trek fans as the author of the short story "Ni Var", published in the Bantam Books anthology 'Star Trek: The New Voyages'. Leonard Nimoy wrote the introduction to this story for the collection. I didn't know until Claire and I started corresponding, first about 'Simple Gifts' and then about her other writing, that the version of "Ni Var" in the Marshak-and-Culbreath anthology had been heavily edited, and Claire had a different, earlier version from a zine that she felt was more faithful to the characters. She sent it to me, we corresponded for several months about Star Trek and writing, then I moved to Chicago and -- as often happened in those chaotic days of mail forwarding -- we lost track of each other and didn't communicate for half a decade.

When Star Trek: Voyager premiered in 1995, it impacted nearly every aspect of my life. Within a few months, I was running a fan club, organizing a Usenet board, putting together an internet mailing list that in those days required ccing a lot of people, eventually getting a professional reviewing job...and I was writing and editing fan fiction, both for the fan club and for what we assumed would be zines but eventually wound up on web pages. I got an email from Claire under her professional name and it took a minute for the penny to drop, but then I realized who she was. She hadn't known she was writing to me, either, since I was using two different pseudonyms on the internet at the time -- one for my reviews and professional writing, one for fan-related activities and fanfic.

We were then in touch several times a day for several years, often ecstatically discussing television episodes. It started out being all about Voyager -- she wanted to know where the Janeway/Chakotay fans were, and it will shock none of you to know that I could answer that question -- but ended up covering most aspects of our lives, as well as other fandoms (notably La Femme Nikita, in which she wrote a novella that was at one time hosted on one of my web sites, like her Voyager fan fiction). Claire was a fantastic editor and always very generous with her time to younger writers.

I met her in person when I was passing through the city where she lived. We had a meal at a McDonalds so that my kids could play in the ball pit while we had a conversation. We followed each other on various journaling platforms, and later on, we friended each other on Facebook and chatted there about mostly fannish things while we were in different places in our lives.

At some point, Claire's Facebook page disappeared. I thought at first that maybe she'd blocked me over something political; we never agreed on some pretty big issues like the one that led me to write to her in the '80s in the first place. Then I discovered from a mutual friend -- another fannish legend, Kathleen Dailey of 'Unspoken Truth: The Romulan Commander's Story', to whom Claire had introduced me, along with Jacqueline Lichtenberg and other science fiction authors I had known of since childhood -- that Claire had passed away in May 2024 at the age of 91. We hadn't been in regular touch for a few years at that point, but I was still sad and am sad still. When I came across things I wrote when we lost BeccaO and lauawill and Sorbet, I wanted to remember Claire here, where I know other people who knew her.

[superlinguo]

Immortal Gestures, Damon Young (review)

Damon Young brings his keenly-honed attention to the topic of gesture, and its role in the texture of being human as part of the philosophical detail of life. Young focuses specifically on gestures that have a fixed meaning for a group of users. The category of emblems is a rich topic of exploration, although I am a highly biased reviewer because they are a category of gesture to which I’ve also given a lot of thought. As Young marvels, "[t]hese signs are fluid, subtle; they are finely suited to situations."

Each of the fifteen chapters focuses on one gesture, the author's relationship to it as well as what it can tell us about culture, history, religion and so much more. The shrug is an opportunity to ponder the theological question of whether God shrugs, the finger guns are a launch point for a discussion of gun culture, and the salute at the beginning of a fencing match is an opportunity to ponder class and gallantry.

Young uses a depth of research, but with a light touch; he mentions in passing the shrug is a recurrent gesture, while (sensibly) sidestepping the complex relationship between recurrent gestures and emblems as categories. The conversational introduction to key references, rather than a performatively detailed set of formal citations, suits the cosy, conversational tones.

The book is a very pretty, petite, 200 page hardcover, with striking blue cover art by Angi Thomas.

I apologise I am bad at online influencing - I probably should have taken a photo of the cover before this copy lived in my bag for a few days while I read it..

Young’s selection of gestures is wide ranging, including some classic, prototypical emblems (the ‘horns’, the Vulcan salute, the shush), as well as opportunities to push into ritualistic or stylistic actions, including the plié of ballet, taking off a hood (a recurring motif in Star Wars) and slack-mouthed miming life as a goldfish in a bowl. Each short chapter takes its own journey while weaving into a larger set of themes. I enjoyed Young delighting in the observation of actions typically taken for granted, and their storied histories. At one point he marvels “[b]ut I was very much in the world" - capturing the wonderful transition into a way of seeing that comes with paying attention to the gestures of our lives. 

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Damon Young, Immortal Gestures (Scribe, 2025)

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[makeallthingsyours]

The Little Vulcan Handbook for English speakers

This is a book(let) containing the basic words and phrases needed for communication in Vulcan as well as the basics of Vulcan grammar. While there are resources such as the Vulcan Language Dictionary or the Vulcan Language Institute, this book's purpose is not to contain the entirety of the language but rather serve as an introduction and enable basic communication. It does not contain any guide regarding writing in Vulcan. There is also a complementing set of online flashcards.

The Little Vulcan Hnadbook for English speakers on Quizlet: https://quizlet.com/pl/818858277/the-little-vulcan-hnadbook-for-english-speakers-flash-cards/?x=1jqU&i=2dsg3x

Live Long and Prosper.

[barbatusart]

sequence from later in SHRIEKBACK, introduction of minza & vulcan. im a fan of how this was handled lol more lore in between unrelated conversations & Hopefully a sensation for the audience that they cant quite get a feel of the vulcan guy. minza’s a riot lol i love writing an office tryhard

[pearlypairings]

first sentence game…

“I’m a doctor, not an artist,” Phlox dismissed his efforts with a chuckle.

"You don't understand, Doc." Trip said, smirking at his little girl's new look. "T'Mir has been beggin' for us to make this happen."

"I must admit this is a strange human custom. How could one so young possibly know what they want to do as a profession?"

"Career day is more of a....uh... a fun introduction for the kids to see different kinds of jobs. Like their class dressing up as their favorite job is meant to be cute and encouraging of their dreams. Most of the time there's no species involved, but you know our little girl is one of kind."

The two men look over at the introspective half-vulcan, half-human swinging her legs over the examination table. Her sharp ears faded into the pretty locks of her hair compared to the Doc's flashy handiwork with prosthetics on her face. It was like the old times on Enterprise, all the undercover missions and silly costumes paired with Phlox's makeshift disguises.

T'Mir asked T'Pol and him immediately after school if she could dress up as her chosen profession on Career Day. Being the supportive parents they were they agreed without hesitation when she declared she hoped to be a doctor someday. Trip beamed at his daughter proudly for her adorable ambition while T'Pol offered a rational balance of alternative opportunity for the future if she changed her mind.

Both of them were a little more than shocked when she asked for a Denobulan makeover to accompany her stethoscope and scrubs. But she was adamant she only wanted to dress up as the best doctor in the galaxy. They made sure to add that loving (exaggerated) compliment when they asked Phlox if that would be okay, and T'Mir was more than pleased when he offered to apply the facial ridges and cosmetics himself.

Looking at her now, all ridges and big smiles, he was a proud dad. She was the cutest mini-Denobulan doctor the universe had even seen, he was sure of it.

Dr. Phlox pat her shoulder affectionately. "Well, I am honored to be a part of her Career Day. It's nice to be thought of as someone to aspire to be like." He squat down to meet her at eye level. "Thank you, T'Mir. You can borrow my scalpel set and anatomy books before university anytime."

He brandished a mirror so she could see her reflection. She tempered her excitement with a happy nod, but there was no mistaking that sparkle in her eye. It matched her mother's when she was pleased with news from the Embassy.

"I'm just like you, Dr. Phlox!"

Trip smiled at his old friend and agreed with wise daughter. "That's right, sweetheart. Now, let's get to school before we're late and Mama lectures us on the importance of punctuality for aspiring medical officers."

[startrek-eridani]

I’ve been wondering… has there been any mentions of why Kyral and David consider themselves enemies?

I’ve been writing them sort of hostile to each other (more pettiness than anything) but I was looking back through the synopsis and it doesn’t seem for there to be anything that could indicate to them having any kind of animosity. Especially after the episode Under Thy Skin, in which they get to explore each other’s hardships

Is their animosity something that builds after season three, with the introduction of Kyral’s younger brother?

(Also, wouldn’t be Kyral’s younger brother be working in the science department? And wouldn’t he have David as his direct superior? Idk)

First of all, thank you for the ask! And you are right, while it is written in my notes, we did not have an opportunity to explain why the relationship between David and Kyral is so strained. I will take the opportunity to clear that up!

Kyral, as First Officer of the ship, is a new arrival on Eridani (since Saavik was the former XO). That means he has to build a relationship with all of his new colleagues, especially the Captain. And it's not easy, with Saavik being Vulcan, somewhat distant, yet having high expectation of herself and those under her command. This is something both she and Kyral have to work through together during the series. Kyral perceives this difficulty as him not being good enough, despite all of his training, and he frustrates him greatly, as he is very demanding from himself.

David on the other hand is very close to Saavik! They are close friends, went through life and death together, and it is revealed they share a telepathic sibling bond since his resurrection. Saavik places a lot of value in his contributions in time of crisis and often has him go to the ready room for debriefs along with Kyral in early episodes. This closeness and trust between Saavik and David elicits a lot of jealousy and frustration from Kyral, added to the fact that while David is a scientist, he is a bit of a loose canon, clashing with Kyral's firm sense of discipline.

Basically, they started their interactions on shaky grounds, and unspoken resentment spilled over into animosity from Kyral, which was met with a similar response by David, creating mutual dislike, and that dynamic became tinged with hostility. They then find anything to nitpick on each other.

While Under Thy Skin did give them some understanding, namely on David's life with disability and Kyral's meetings with Dr. Cohen, it still did not fix the strain, with a rivalry lingering and a lot of irritant remaining unaddressed between them, but did ease it up.

So perhaps animosity does describe it better than enemy, since it's a harsh word, but it was a simple way to illustrate the tension.

Until, as you did picked up, Marithyk's introduction. Kyral is justifiably very protective of his brother, and indeed, Marithyk is David's direct subordinate. When they meet in S3, they have this sort of instant connection, bonding over rare flora, right before Marithyk joins the Eridani, which transforms it into a forbidden romance kind of thing...

Kyral completely disagrees with the relationship, even outside of the ground of ranks, since he doesn't think David Marcus, one of the scientists behind Genesis, a man he has struggled to work with for two years and son of James T. Kirk (notorious flirt) is worthy of his baby brother.

As for the way their relationships works out due to rank, considering that David is a lieutenant, once Marithyk gets promoted from ensign to Lieutenant as well, it gets to work, so long as it is declared in all due form through Starfleet and the Captain. (Also, since David isn't the highest officer on the ship, Marithyk still has recourse in case of wrongly used authority, so that's why I think this relationship can be allowed by Starfleet, but I digress.)

So, to sum it up, since you are (most likely) writing for Season 1, the petty hostility fits perfectly well, as while they are hostile to one another, they still both are members of Starfleet and have to behave professionally.

It was a pretty long answer to your question, but I do hope I got to clear things up. If anything, don't hesitate to ask for more clarifications, I will be glad to give them. And thanks again for the ask!!