#star trek ocs

[quarkfancam]

some trek oc posting!! mostly dr. t'sik... also featuring ensign morris (human) & lt. nul (ferengi). Some elaboration on her under the cut....

Ok so the first thing you need to know about T'Sik is her head gets wider every time i draw her

The second thing you need to know about her is she is having the least severe vulcan identity crisis. My main idea for her character was someone who, while being perfectly able to fit into their society's ideals of what they should be, just cannot feel comfortable in it. She's always felt more at ease interacting with aliens or Vulcans who didn't go through with the Kolinahr, in spite of her being successful in that aspect. She's great at medicinal science. She's also pretty good at being a wife (so her parents say)! But once she's expected to 'finish' her duty as a woman in Vulcan society and become a mother, she kind of just runs off and joins Starfleet.

In that sense, she connects with a freshly-graduated (she assumes) human (she assumes) ensign, who was also a rebel in the sense he was more Curzon than Ezri Dax, a chaotic rogue with ambiguous feelings towards the society he was raised in. They serve together on their first ship for a while before T'Sik is promoted and transferred from ship to ship. She feels appreciated for a while, but she eventually has to admit that the feeling fades.

The people she's always gotten along with more simply aren't the people she really wants praise from. She longs for the people she grew up alongside, the people she was raised by.

It doesn't matter, so she ignores the feeling. She keeps being distracted at work. She gets sloppier. The people grow more distant in her mind. Years pass. Decades pass. She's not exceptional anymore, she's just decent.

She gets transferred to the ship where everyone who's just decent goes: the USS Hawking, patrolling the middle of nowhere.

The people are strange, but familiar. Too familiar — a friendly face greets her, and suddenly she's freshly 40 again. Ensign Morris treats her just the same as back then. It's strange. She doesn't quite know what to do with herself. More time passes.

Her new captain, a cardassian man named Karal, brings new people aboard, one of which is a young ferengi woman named Nul. Unfortunately for T'Sik, she's seen the story of a young woman running away from home into the arms of Starfleet before.

...Which starts us off with the (imaginary) S1, where T'Sik has to navigate a new Captain and a new apprentice who reminds her a bit too much of herself (she will be a bit cold to her at first). And maybe also properly re-befriend her former weird mysterious rebel colleague who never got promoted too.

last doodle was just me having fun but imagine an episode where they're the only ones awake on the ship while everyone's asleep or something and they're forced to develop..... etc

as for morris & t'sik they're kinda weird sarcastic sorta-friends they hook up at one point and it sucks really bad. t'sik's ex husband felt a disturbance in the force (wrong franchise) the day it happened and stuff. Idk i haven't thought about him at All. that's like a s4 episode to me

& also i Forgot to adjust uniforms for time period in the first doodle but my in canon explanation for the voyager era ones (this whole thing would be a bit after the dominion war) is that the ship just never got replicator patterns for the new uniforms. Yup

anyways if you read this whole thing ur a real one & Thank you........ turns into a cloud and floats away......

[nomnomroko]

@grandkhan221b 's trek OCs for Art Fight

I just think they're neat and wanted to do a proper scene with them <3

[lyroart]

OH NO TENTACLE PLANT !!

I'm not entirely happy with the flow of the second page but I spend way too much time on this to completely redo it lol

[mushabon]

HOT FERENGI IN YOUR AREA!!

Usha, personal assistant to Ekarus. Self-appointed Queen of Latinum. I would die for her.

art //mushabon (me) (commissions open btw!)

[furbysareillogical]

back on the yaoi (star trek) grind

[drfuckerm-d]

made this for all the droid goobers with shipping ocs (that i am aware of)

includes @xm0-m0x's momo, @yellowcakeuf6's mabel, my beautiful slag burnt to a sizzle, @tanyayoung-322's sha'tara and mariann, @101-android-luvr-010's mystery, and @hawkstar5's hawk. i hope u guys think it is funny and silly 🫶🙂‍↕���

[starcrossed-perceivers]

The cupioromantic couple 💖

[ignatiusteto]

WHAT'S UP STAR TREK NATION I'M BACK AFTER 3 YEARS WITH NEW AND OLD OCS (aka I finally filled out T'Mava's/the Concinnity's crew. working on getting art for all of them)

[star-man-in-the-sky]

The obsession somehow seeped into my miitopia play through 😭 anyway I thought this interaction between one of my ocs and Spock was silly

Also if you want to interact with fictional characters miitopia is such a funny way to do it (Tomodachi too)

[gay-chimpanzee]

Please show me your non-white Vulcan OCs

[spacestation-l7]

"And one more time the faded dream is saddened by the news" [Star Trek: Earth Spacedock]

I've been exploring some of their dynamics again so here's the resident toxic yaoi! Lore dump below!

While Earth Spacedock's crew were nothing less than professional and efficient, anyone with half an awareness could tell there was a clear strain between the Medical and Engineering team. And it all boils down to their Chiefs' dynamic.

Doctor T'Oriell Calcraft (Caitian, CMO) has a history with Lt. Commander Cerni Alofer (Betazoid, Chief Engineer). T'Oriell and Cerni were Academy sweethearts and their love story seemed almost like a fairytale. Well, that was until an argument between the two led to T'Oriell finding out Cerni was cheating on him behind his back.

When they were still head over heels for each other, T'Oriell gave Cerni access to his thoughts and memories. T'Oriell trusted the betazoid with his life and shared everything with him. It was a bad move on his part, to let someone into his mind that easily. But could you blame him to be so trusting to the man who'd sworn his love and protection towards him?

Even after T'Oriell called it quits with Cerni, he knew that Cerni still held a part of him that he could never take back; his memories. His thoughts. His secrets, emotions, everything from his mind the Betazoid had seen. All of the things he has shared with Cerni, whether through words or simply their mental connection, cannot be taken back. Part of him was Cerni's whether he likes it or not

And T'Oriell despises Cerni because of it.

[bumblingbabooshka]

A Bynar's mate is killed by a Borg drone. They then capture and reprogram the drone to act as their mate as they cannot function alone. [Patreon | Commissions]

[nomnomroko]

more Star Trek Adventures portaits!

[lyroart]

after thou hast taken part in the pepperoni feast and thou hast reviewed the sacred scrips it is only fair to ask thou self this question: how would your ocs handle the lizard babies???

also what is the super evolved version of trill and andorians? does joined trill stay joined, morph into one species or do they separate?

[more-better-words]

One does not lightly cross a panicking Andorian.

For @indignantlemur, @shadowinthefire, @1lostsoul0fishbowl, @deadheaddaisy, @pajamasecrets

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Karveth got the call at 1437. Ninety seconds later, he was on the transporter pad, demanding a beamdown to the surface, which no one was foolish enough to deny him, because the call had come from the Utopia Colony Emergency Clinic. Monica had been hurt, and ninety seconds was all the time necessary for a thousand terrible possibilities to present themselves to his imagination, each more awful than the one preceding.

Passersby gaped in astonishment as he rematerialized about fifty meters from the clinic door. Transporter technology was still not so common that it was an unremarkable sight, but he was in no mood for coddling civilians' delicate sensibilities. He charged into the clinic, bringing him face to face with a wide-eyed receptionist who had obviously not expected, when she woke that morning, to be accosted by an Andorian who was clearly clinging to social decorum by his fingernails.

"Monica McKee," he snarled.

Then, from beyond the reception area partition, like a blessing, he heard her voice.

"Yeah, the angry blue guy's with me."

He didn't wait for permission; he was through the sliding doors in an instant, antennae moving, seeking her, ignoring the medical personnel entirely. She couldn't be far - he'd heard her so clearly, she had to be-

"Commander Karveth?" A nurse, holding her PADD like she'd wield it as a weapon if necessary, hailed him. "In here."

He entered the exam room, and he could breathe again.

Monica sat on the exam table, conscious, unbloodied, and apparently entirely well, with the exception of her right foot, which was elevated and bandaged. She let out a sigh at the sight of him, smiling ruefully. "Well, now that you've scared everybody… Hi."

"What happened?" he asked, reaching for the hand she extended. Warm, but not too warm. Good.

"I turned my ankle at work," she said, rolling her eyes at her own body's betrayal. "Just stepped wrong. It was the stupidest thing." She heaved another short sigh. "And you were freaking out, apparently."

"All I was told was that you had been injured," he said sternly. She smiled a little, reaching with her free hand to stroke his hair.

"Guess that's what I get for having you as my emergency contact. Even though they really didn't need to call you about this."

"Can you walk?" he asked, dubious.

"That's what the crutches are for! Twenty-four hours and I'll be fine. I'll be dancing again by the weekend."

"But until then?"

"It's not a big deal!"

"You don't have to prove yourself by making light."

"And you don't have to panic."

They stared one another down for a long moment, then he sniffed. "Who said anything about panicking?"

"You did. Your antennae are still all-" She held straightened, quivering fingers in front of her forehead. He sighed. She had him there.

"All I knew was that you were hurt," he repeated, and her expression softened.

"But I'm okay, thay'va. I wish they'd told you that. And I'm glad you're here, because big talk aside, I was not looking forward to trying to get home on my own."

"You don't have to."

"Nope. Because I'm going to let my r'eysleten help me."

She held out her arms to him; he bent, slipping one arm under her legs, and the other around her mid back. She gave a squeak of surprise as he lifted her off the exam table. "Hold on to me," he said softly.

"What about the crutches?" she laughed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

"Unnecessary," he said.

"This wasn't quite what I meant by letting you help me," she said, still laughing as he carried her out of the clinic, ignoring the stares of the staff and other patients with magnificent indifference.

"It's what I meant."

"You're so sweet," she murmured.

"Apparently I am."

"So now what?"

"Now I take you home and attend to your every whim."

"You know I'm going to take terrible advantage of that, right?"

"You should."