#anauk

[jsbashirmd]

@morethanmybody sent:

"I owe you an apology for what I'm about to do."

"In that case," he responded, "maybe you shouldn't do it, Captain."

[jsbashirmd]

"I suppose it might be. Vulcans won't generally admit it, but in my experience, they can be quite possessive of family and bondmates. Jealous, even. That's directly opposed to Denobulan ideals, which could create a great deal of family conflict. You're an adult now, though. Have you ever thought of going on your own?" He smiled. "Might br nice just to see what you think of it. No expectations." He shrugged, then looked more directly at her, awaiting a response. "Unless you really don't want to, of course."

Open Starter

"No, I... I lived on Vulcan. I've never seen Denobula." She was vulcan, the other half didn't matter. Her father was vulcan. Her mother may not have physically been vulcan, but she lived up to vulcan ideals; something Anauk could never do but still strived to nonetheless.

"It's better that way." She didn't know how, but it was what she had been told her entire life and she believed it. Part of them though hoped that maybe they'd go back one day and they'd find their place.

[2erris-divine]

The Naked Time Teaser

He was on Vulcan, on his parents’ estate after returning with his parents from visiting Earth from his fifth to his sixth year. He had been invited to join a group of children who were socializing. His mother had seemed unsure, but his father had encouraged Spock to join his peers. After a year of being isolated from Terran children, who thought he would tattle on them, he was eager to meet other Vulcan children again and prove himself.

He straightened his shoulders and stepped out their front door, his heart fluttering in his side. The group of solemn children had all stated their names, and Spock did likewise, and then without further formality, they all walked purposefully to a local park. Spock had thought he did an admirable job keeping pace and mirroring them. The oldest, Ston led the way into the park, to an area that Spock noted for its privacy. He wondered whether Vulcan children played “games” as Terran children had incessantly insisted on.

Ston suddenly turned, and the children formed a half circle around Spock.

“You are a Terran, yes?” Ston asked.

“I am half Vulcan, and half human,” Spock replied.

“Why did your father bond with a Terran?” Anauk asked.

“As an ambassador for Vulcans on Earth, he found it to be a logical—” Spock tried to repeat what his father had explained about gaining cultural understandings of each other. It would be logical for them to be curious at this unorthodox, indeed, completely unheard of pairing.

“So, are you weak like a Terran?” Anauk asked, and putting his theory into practice, pushed Spock, who had indeed fallen over, unexpected as the attack had been.

“He is weak. And look at his face. He emotes. Are you sure this is not simply a human they have given surgical alterations to?” Oratt asked. Spock pushed himself back up.

“I am Vulcan!” He urged, unable to conceal his rage.

“Do not lie. You are a weak Terran. It is just like Terrans to lie.” Ston pushed him again, and this time his hands hit the ground first, hard enough that his sensitive palms scraped against the concrete. He cried out in pain and his eyes burned with tears as the older Vulcan children continued to ask questions about him to each other as if examining a strange animal they had found.

Spock felt his humiliation and rage billow in his body as he pushed himself to his feet once again and turned to the children. He bared his palms, the green blood collecting at the abrasion.

“I am Vulcan!” He shouted, brandishing his green blood at them, desperate for them to understand.

Just then the park gate clanged, and they all started, turning and seeing Amanda Greyson striding quickly towards them from the park entrance. The other children bolted, running from the human woman whose face was a mask of stoicism.

She approached Spock, who stood alone, trembling and sobbing. She lifted him into her arms and carried him all the way back to the estate.

He was just about too big to be comfortably carried, and she hadn’t done this in a long time, but she did not put him down until they reached their own kitchen, where his own sobs had subsided to hiccupping gasps.

When she set him down, she took his wounded hands in her own which shook slightly, before finding the antiseptic and dermal regenerator. As she collected the first aid items, he noticed that she too now had tears on her face, and her mask of stoicism had slipped, replaced by something incomprehensible to Spock at the time.

She had healed his hands, and placed them, palms together and enfolded into her own, before reaching for his face and wiping his face clean of his tears with a warm damp cloth.

*_*_*

Now, as he braced himself against the door in the quiet briefing room, his eidetic memory showed him that as she held his hands and as he watched her face, he had felt and known the deepest well of love and concern wash over him. Her face had been one of righteous anger, and sorrow for her son. Her emotions had been the same, but she’d channeled them quickly into safety and care and warmth so that as he received her ministrations he would feel held and safe.

He wept for a moment more at the memory, realizing how carefully his mother had parented her mixed heritage son. He had to meditate. To do something to put his emotions back where they belonged. He had never, in all his adulthood or even adolescence had such an emotional lapse that he lost control in this manner, and something was very much awry on the ship. He was needed on the bridge.

“I am in control of my emotions.” He declared, out loud, as another sob clawed at his chest, tightening his throat.

[wildewinged-fr]

important update: anauk is cozy now

[vishvavasu]

Relatively little is known of Anauk-hpet-lun's administrative achievements, but as a warrior he had no parallel among Restored Toungoo kings. The following eulogy was written in the early eight­ eenth century while the empire he did so much to create was still in existence: So great were the glory, power, and authority of Maha-dama-ya-za [that is, Anauk-hpet-lun] that he often conquered his foes [merely by] laughing. When he waved his sword, incessant rains suddenly abated and even the tide dared not advance. And when his soldiers shouted to the foe, "We are the subjects of the great king Mahadama-ya-za," not only men, but even gods, U-Iu monsters, and ghosts vanished [in terror]. 155 A less flattering, if equally awesome, note was struck by two factors of the English East India Company, who met Anauk-hpet-lun at Pegu in 1617 and remained in the country for some time thereafter: ". . . and he of himselfe is a tyrant, and cannot eat before he hath drawne bloud from some of his people with death or otherwise." 156 Despite his reputation, Anauk-hpet-lun met a rather inglorious end. On discovering that one of his sons had impregnated a woman of the harem, he threatened to roast the culprit alive. Before he could execute this order, however, the offending prince came upon Anauk-hpet-lun as he slept with a palace concubine and beat him to death.

155 Ù KaIà, Maha-ya-zawin-gyì, III, 188-89.

156 Henry Forest and John Staveley in William Methwold, "Relations of the Kingdome of Golchonda, and other Neighbouring Nations," W. H. Moreland, ed., Relations ofGokonda in the Early Seventeenth Century (London, 1931),

[wildewinged-fr]

i hope you’re feeling better soon!! here’s my pair of doctors, Teknat and Inara:

and also Anauk, who has really Been Through It but at least he’s got a therapy cat now:

I’m an ER boy today and it is very uncomfortable! Share your sickly dragons and doctor dragons?

[arcadiatravels]

Mythical lions or the Burmese pagoda guardians at Anauk monastery in Pyaw-bwe-gyi village near Dala town https://www.instagram.com/p/B4kAyeyh_TA/?igshid=m879kqmxk43c

[jsbashirmd]

@morethanmybody sent:

"I kept telling myself I was okay, but the truth is, I'm not."

Julian's eyebrows drew together and slowly, he sat, then rolled just a bit closer to the lieutenant currently in his office. "I appreciate you telling me that." he began. "I can't imagine it was easy to say. Would you like me to refer you to our counselor? Or is it easier to speak to me?"

[morethanmybody]

❛ are you sure ? we can stop if you want . ❜ kate

@storyofwhoiam

Anauk's chest rose and fell with quick breaths, trying not to sound like she was having an asthma attack in the middle of a hostile planet despite the way her head spun and how her stomach wanted to evacuate her last meal as quickly as possible.

They had gotten scratched by one of their attackers and was sure it had been minor, but they could still feel it oozing and they were sure what they were feeling was more than some minor blood loss. They'd tried to push through it and reassure Kate they were fine, but they were starting question that fact.

"I think... something's wrong. My wound's still bleeding and I don't..." they swallowed and shook their head, attempting to shake away any lightheadedness, "feel right."

[uss-camelot-crew-archived]

And a while after V’Le dies, Anauk [elliot’s Vulcan cousin] surprises him with a little blonde Sehlat cub that was the runt of its litter and needs a home. Elliot is all mad at Anauk and tells him to go find someone else to keep the cub- he doesn’t want the hurt again and he’s mad Anauk would even think a new cub could fill the place V’Le left. Anauk agreed to find a new home for the blonde cub, only if Elliot takes care of it until he can find someone else.

Of course Elliot agrees. He tries his damn hardest not to get attached, even refuses to give the cub a name, calling it Blondie. But within the first week, Blondie is already sleeping in his bed and gets his table scraps along with the speciality food. Elliot still says he doesn’t want the cub. He’s not cradling it. Not doing baby talk. Nope. Not at all.

It all goes down hill though when he finds Blondie sleeping on V’Le’s blanket and just gets this overwhelming image of when he first got V’Le. He was so small, thin, matted and afraid. It took weeks for V’Le to even let Elliot pet him. But this little cub, his little Blondie, is so ready to be held and try to groom Elliot like he was the cub’s parent.

Elliot calls Anauk that night and tells him to not rush finding a new place for the cub. He doesn’t mind having a baby around.

Kay- but for real though, Elliot will be absolutely broken when V’Le dies. I’d imagine they have a similar livespands to captive lions and bears [about 20 years], so Elliot would be in his mid-late thirties. He’s raised V’Le since they rescued him from a smuggler, and this is his baby. He’d cry for weeks after V’Le passes, probably not want another pet for a long time afterwards because no one can replace his little cub. He’d probably even keep something of V’Le’s. Like one of his toys, of a blanket he slept wrapped up in when he was a baby

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[wildewinged-fr]

can’t believe i only have five pearlie boys... smh at myself

[vishvavasu]

After Syriam fell, Anauk-hpet-lun cut open Nat-shin-naung's breast, and impaled de Brito on an iron stake, where he lingered in agony for two days in full view of his men.

We need to do this to more port of geese people

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