#star trek prompt

[trekkiemoodboards]

The first prompt of this blog is;

Girls Night

🎉❤️girls night 🩷💫

It's easy to take part! Create and post as many mood boards as you'd like to this theme! Tag me or send me a DM with a link or, if you're shy, you can submit it to the blog ❤️

We'll have a different prompt every week of September, the next one will post on Monday 9th September (I've kicked this one off early cos it's the first and will need some time to reach people). Feel free to ask me questions if anything is unclear xx

[lordlexion]

A little shorter, maybe a little angsty but personally I think it's more fluffy and sentimental than anything else. Well, maybe not sentimental, but simply emotional, moving?

It's up to you to decide how to interpret this.

As always Q/P are standard A/B but have meaning for all qcard shippers.

Prompt #41

Q: "But you, please, don't go."

Prompt #42

P: "He has kissed me. All is shattered."

Prompt #43

Q: "What a privilege it was to matter to you."

Prompt #44

Q: "The stars will fade before I forget you."

Prompt #45

Q: "Ask me to stay and I'll. I'll drop everything, leave the whole universe behind if you ask me to stay. Just tell me to stay."

Prompt #46

P: "Here is my hand. The hand that will never hurt you... I have failed you before, but I will never let anything hurt you again."

Prompt #47

Q: "I'll take care of you."

P: "It's rotten work. Pointless and Sisyphean."

Q: "It's not. Not to me. Not if it's you."

Prompt #48

P: "Mon chèri, I'm here, don't you want me anymore?"

Q: "How could I not want you?"

P: "Then why are you here, alone? Come to me, where you belong."

Prompt #49

P: "What's between us— hunts me down. This feeling with no name. Returning to live and dying yet again. How to describe it? How to comprehend something like this?"

Prompt #50

Q: "You're still beautiful... Maybe a little more then ever."

[sad-gay-cowboy]

Even in Space it Can Get Spooky

Prologue

The Observer wanders through the halls of the Enterprise, waiting, watching its inhabitants do their tasks dutifully. Bustling about, often passing through the Observer without a second throught, without even an idea that anyone else was even there at all. No one had noticed them in all the time that they’d occupied the ship in the manner they did.

No one, save for the Vulcan.

It was purely accidental how the Observer had found out someone was able to notice them. They’d been refamiliarizing themselves with the ships halls and inhabitants, the Observers memory was a fickle thing, when they’d wandered into the Vulcans peculiarly decorated room. 

He’d been meditating.

The Observer had studied him for a moment before he’d opened his eyes and abruptly got up walking towards the space the Observer was occupying with his brows furrowed. He wasn’t looking at them specifically, as if he couldn’t really see them, but rather that he felt a presence. 

The Observer had been ecstatic, they were being perceived! Finally! Oh, it had been so very long.

But they couldn’t speak.

They’d forgotten how.

Surely they’d known at some point, surely they had spoken. Yes, yes, of course they knew, they talked in depth all the time with--

But they’d forgotten that too. 

All they could do was helplessly will that the Vulcan could somehow pierce the veil and see them clearer. Maybe get someone who would know what to do. Maybe--

Then the room door had slid open and a man in a green wrap around shirt with that gold Starfleet symbol shining bright. It seemed to be taunting the Observer, for what they did not know. The mans eyes seemed to brighten as they landed on the Vulcan, though just as quickly confusion entered his face as he took in the fact that the other was standing still staring at the corner of the room.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your meditation Mr. Spock.” Ah, the name of the Vulcan. “Though you’ve changed your technique I see.”

“Captain-” He begun to say, turning to the new man. The Captain.

“Spock, we’ve talked about this. When you’re not on active duty, you call me Jim.”

The Vulcan, Spock, even with the carefully constructed facial expression seemed flummoxed. “Most unorthodox.”

“Humor me.” The captain, Jim (after all the Observer wasn’t on duty, or at least they thought they weren’t.) replied with a contained smile.

“As you wish...Jim.” The word seemed, while new, comfortable in Spocks mouth. “To answer your question, I had been meditating but got interrupted.”

“I hope not by myself.”

“No.” Spock turned back towards the Observer. “A presence.”

Yes! The Observer wanted to scream. Yes! That’s me! Please, see me, I beg of you!

“Or, at least I thought there was...” What? No, no, no, you have to see me, please it’s been so long, you felt me before, please you, you have to- “I’m not certain.”

“Well Mr. Spock, those are words I never thought I’d hear from you.” Jim said grinning slightly.

“I don’t relish having said them.” Spock admitted reluctantly as he turned away yet again.

“No, I expect you wouldn’t.”

“Did you need something Ca-Jim?”

“Oh yes, I came to see if you would like to grab dinner? Wouldn’t want my first officer going hungry.”

“I can go prolonged periods of time without consum-”

“Spock.” Jim interrupted. “So you want to grab something to eat with me? If you’re not to busy with your ghost that is. I enjoy being in your company.”

“I don’t believe in the haunting spirits you call ‘ghosts’“ He paused. “But I would find getting dinner with you, acceptable.”

The Captain gave a light laugh. “I’m glad I’m acceptable. Shall we go then?”

Back then, the Observer had wanted to chase after them, make Spock feel them again. But they hadn’t, they didn’t think they could take the disappointment, the crushing weight that they’d been left with was overpowering.

Since then they’d worked to remember Spock, and the Captain Jim, remember their faces and names. They’d worked to ground themselves, to stay focused, they needed to stay focused. They pushed themselves to interact with small physical objects, to affect something, because they now had a goal. 

They had to show that they were there.

For they’d been alone like this so long, in this agonizing state, and now?

Someone had seen them.

*

Hello! This is my first time writing some fanfic in a hot second. This is going to be a six chapter fic (counting the prologue that is), and hopefully should start the beginning of a larger fan fic series I write. 

I hope to have all of it published within the next week, universe, school, and everything else permitting that is. 

I will soon have this published to AO3.

[smileyobrien]

TEMPORAL MECHANICS 101 by Admiral Janeway

[trektober-challenge]

TREKTOBER 2024!

For the sixth (holy sh*t how?) year in a row, Aisha and I are kicking off Trektober 2024 with release of the official prompt lists. Releasing the lists now gives everyone participating plenty of time to plan ahead before posting starts in October.

As in previous years, there are three lists, each with their own theme.

The final (spicy) prompt list is below the cut, for those who wish to avoid it!

[ectolilly]

Daniel J. Phantom

Age: REDACTED

Species: REDACTED

Rank: Lt. Commander

Day 6: Immortal AU + Star Trek

The immortal thing is kind of a key part of this crossover. Plus I thought it would be fun to do some more of this with TNG characters.

Some more art and ideas under the cut.

Some additional background:

Danny doesn't really care at this point who knows he's half ghost, but the Federation is concerned what their enemies might think if they knew they had an officer that can phase through walls, become invisible and fly through space. So officially, they try to keep it on the down low.

Starfleet definitely tries to push him into spy work, but Danny is not about that. He will do what he's gotta do to save the day though.

He should definitely be a higher rank than he is, but Danny has no interest in climbing the bureaucratic ladder.

He goes on long 'leaves of absence' to take care of stuff in the Ghost zone and for a change of pace, but he keeps coming back to Starfleet. The exictemnet of exploration never golets old and the good they do fulfills his desire to be a hero. And with his lifespan, he has the unique opportunity to do what no other space explorer could; to eventually experience it all.

Danny was on a long sabbatical when he heard about the successor to the Enterprise. He just had to check it out. Because the stuff the last one got up to? Was Wild.

[hollis-art]

dream

[trilled-to-meet-you]

The DS9 Excuse Shirt.

I feel like there is a writing prompt challenge in this.

[ansonmountdaily]

Captain Christopher Pike's outfits in STAR TREK: STRANGE NEW WORLDS → Season 1 - 2 (requested by anonymous)

(Young Lieutenant Pike in the field jacket and red operations uniform is from a 1x06 "Lift Us Where Suffering Cannot Reach" deleted scene on the Season 1 dvd. It's a little flashback scene with Pike in a shuttle. It ends with him beaming back to USS Aryabhatta, the ship he served on at the time with Number One/Una.)

Star Trek: Discovery outfits here.

[chaos-company]

Angstpril 2024

Hi everyone!

It’s that time of year again! We are excited to announce that we are hosting the event again this year!

All prompts, FAQs and rules can be found in the graphics and below the cut! 

Prompts:

1. homesick

2. frozen

3. broken-hearted

4. longing

5. rise from the ashes

6. this isn’t going to work

7. bad dreams

8. lost battle

9. trust issues

10. phantom pain

11. no way out

12. a little too late

13. learning the truth

14. surrender

15. confrontation

16. cry for help

17. last chance

18. left behind

19. trembling

20. broken

21. faking a smile

22. drained

23. swept away

24. the ghost of you

25. cold shoulder

26. grief

27. panicked

28. never see you again

29. betrayal

30. the last time

Alt Prompts:

1. troubled mind

2. not strong enough

3. you were never mine

4. the night we met

5. mental scars

6. miscommunication

7. jealousy

8.rock and a hard place

9. emotionally distant

10. paranoid

Rules

All posted content must be your original content. The use of AI for creation of any kind is prohibited.

All tags must be utilized in order to be reblogged. NOTE: the mods are human beings, so not all works will automatically be reblogged, even if all tagging is correct.

Any art form is acceptable, including original writing, gif sets and fan art.

FAQs

“Do I have to create for all thirty days?”

- Not at all! Feel free to jump in whenever you’d like. This is a creation event, so create as much or as little as you want! However, if you want to be entered in the shout out post, you must participate in all 30 days.

“Can I post a creation after the day has already passed?”

- Yes! You’re welcome to post for a prompt day even after the date, just be sure to tag with which day and prompt you’ve created for! You will only be eligibile for the shoutout post if you complete all 30 days within the month of April.

“What if I don’t understand/like a prompt?”

- We have a list of 10 alt prompts for you to choose from if you don’t like the main 30. Feel free to use our alternate prompts for any day, and if there’s any confusion send us an ask!

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Valentines Day Shana!! 💕💕 Sybok and Jim contiuation? I wanna see more of Sybok teasing the shit out of Spock for his oblivious crush

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

It's rude to speak in a language not everyone present speaks, however Sybok became immune to social niceties around the time his father stopped bringing him to official functions. He switches to High Vulcan to say, "We can tell her I picked you up off an Orion slave ship."

Uhura's right eye twitches.

"She can understand you," Jimmy says. "She's a xenolinguist."

Bones's eyes narrow. He's so much more indignant in person than in the background of Jimmy's video calls. "What are you going on about now? I hate when you do this. I always feel like you're planning how to dispose of my body."

Jimmy had told him that Bones had started studying Vulcan. He'd also told him that he was incredibly bad at it, but not everyone can be Jimmy, which was realistically probably for the best.

He drops down to standard Vulcan to say, "Ah, so you have a talented tongue," since there's really no way to say that in High Vulcan that's a double entendre. It doesn't help that most of their potentially risque phrases are hand rather than mouth oriented, but he's learned to make do.

Spock turns an unhealthy shade of pale as his eyes widen the tiniest amount in abject horror.

Uhura raises her eyebrow in a way that reminds him of his brother. "To master a language is the study of a lifetime. I would be most appreciative if you were to give me a hand in achieving this endeavor."

Spock's skin flushes and he looks around like he's seriously considering running away from this conversation.

Sybok is delighted.

"Uhurua!" Jimmy shouts, hands on his hips. "Come on! I say that to you and you don't even let me buy you a drink, but you'll just proposition Sybok in the middle of the hallway?"

"She did what?" Bones hisses.

That is one possible interpretation of her words.

"I might have gotten around to propositioning you too," she says, "if you hadn't gotten your ass beat."

"Okay, I think I did okay, actually," Jimmy argues while Bones's face morphs into an expression eerily similar to Spock's.

He loves Earth.

[thepromptfoundry]

Hope you're ready for some out-of-this-world creativity, because we're having ourselves a Sci-Fi September at the Prompt Foundry!

If you use this list, please tag me here @thepromptfoundry, I’d love to see your writing and art!

Feel free to combine different days' prompts with each other, or combine them with other events! Use your OCs, your favorite characters from media, your own experiences, whatever tickles your fancy.

Respond to as many prompts as you want or as interest you, don’t worry about missing or skipping any. Remember, this is supposed to be fun!

If you have any questions or musings, check our FAQ, and if you don't find your answer, shoot me an ask.

Plain text list below the cut:

1 Five Minutes Into The Future 2 Flying Cars 3 Starships 4 Virtual Worlds 5 Blending Nature And Tech 6 Androids 7 Space Pirates 8 Laser Swords 9 Aliens Among Us 10 Total Automation 11 Ghosts In The Machine 12 Post-Apocalypse 13 Guardian Robots 14 First Contact 15 Government Secrets 16 Time Travel 17 Mutation 18 Universal Translator 19 Cyborgs 20 Raygun Gothic 21 Medical Experimentation 22 Genetic Recombination 23 Precognition 24 Technobabble 25 City In A Dome 26 Robot Rights 27 Transporter Malfunction 28 Clones 29 Suspended Animation 30 Ancient Super Technology

[svengalia]

Spocktober 11: Protégé

[sad-gay-cowboy]

Even in Space it Can Get Spooky

Chapter 1

Several Weeks Later

October

Since the mid 20th century, holidays had slowly but surely slipped out of common place, fading away along with a myriad of other constructs such as religion and the like.

That is all holidays...

Except Halloween.

Oh no, it was like a cockroach you just couldn’t quite get rid of it. On Halloween, that’s when the Enterprise gets festive. Lights that bare the resemblence of ghosts, pumpkins, and green potion bottles decorated the halls. Lights the lit the corridors had been given a light orange hue unless instructed otherwise.

Horror movie nights had been taken place every Friday night and a costume contest was being set up for the 31st during the actual Halloween party. The Enterprise was in her last leg of the holiday season with only a week to go.

Bones himself wasn’t much a fan of all the hubbabullab but had found the festive spirit inside himself when he saw how truly confused Spock had been by the ships enthusiasm. That was all it took, and suddenly Med Bay had more decorations then most areas of the vessel.

The Vulcan confused Bones to no end, aggravating was the word he’d used to describe him to his Captain. When he had, all Jim had done was give a knowing smile and made a small innocuous comment of “I recall a time in the early days of our relationship you referred to me the very same.” To which Bones was sure he had no idea what he could be referring too, and spared no expense in tell his commander off.

Bones lightly shook his head to clear his head as he walked through the doors of the dining area. It wasn’t especially crowded, most people were either still on duty or about to go back on. Bones had gone well past his shift hours and had only gotten off an hour ago, about three hours after he’d been scheduled to.

Once he got his food he made his way over to an unoccupied seat away from the few stragglers that peppered in the mess hall. 

Just as he’d started to relax and enjoy his meal, a loud crash sounded out and one of the ensigns, Rogers Bones thought his name was, made a noise of surprise. Bones looked up to see a tray on the floor, seemingly launched across the room away from Rogers, who was backing himself up against a wall as the few others in the room made their way over to him.

“Look I know the food here's bad but don’t you think you’re being a bit dramatic?” Another ensign asked chuckling a bit.

“That wasn’t me!” Rogers protested.

“Common Rogers, don’t yank my leg now.”

“It’s true!” This was Nurse Chapel. “I was sitting next to him, he wasn’t even touching it.”

“So it’s a ghost huh.” The ensign said disbelieving.

Almost as if in response, a cup that had been left on an unattended table shot out across the room, clanking against the wall.

“See!” Rogers exclaimed. “No one was near that!”

Bones groaned internally. A ghost? Really? This couldn’t have happened after he finished his food?

He got up and began to walk over to the commotion. “Everyone, why don’t we make our way out of here before Casper can do-”

He’s interrupted as suddenly there’s a ringing in his ears, pain and warmth blossoming somewhere from his head. He doubled over, his hands coming up to meet his head and feeling sticky wetness at his touch. Someone -- maybe Chapel? -- is pulling him out of the center of the room.

Eventually Bones gets his bearings enough to look up and see the offending trey that had hit him hit to corresponding wall.

Items started flinging themselves  across the room as the inhabitants let out cries of surprise and attempted to sheild themselves from the onslaught of items.

Rogers ran, dodging the stray fruits being thrown about, trying to reach the door.

“It won’t open!” He shouted, frantically pressing the manual buttons and banging his fist against the closed door, when the door opened unprompted, Rogers unbalanced falling past the individual responsible for the door opening.

If it’d been better circumstances, Bones would have laughed at Spocks expression as he took in the scene before him, the other people in the room incoherently talking about ‘ghost’ and ‘hauntings’ and not hesitating a moment before rushing out, save for Chapel who stayed beside Bones. 

“Doctor, Nurse Chapel, would you care to inform me one why several officers have just left here talking about ‘ghosts’?”

It was then Bones noticed the objects had stopped being thrown around. Chapel seemed to realize the same as they both slowly started to stand up. 

“Mr. Spock.” Chapel shakily said, clearly wondering how she herself was going to explain what had just happened. “I really don’t know quite how to say this but, well, there was a ghost!”

“That is highly improb-” Spock stopped as he got closer and took in Bones’ state, just now noticing the blood. “You’re injured Doctor.”

“Oh?” Bones said in mock surprise. “I hadn’t noticed.”

“I’ll take you to Medical Bay Doctor.” Spock said ignoring Bones comment. “Ghost or not, it seems wise to leave the room.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re worried about me, you old softie you.”

Spock considered him a moment before taking the arm not occupied by Chapel and began to lead him out of the room. “I must insist we go to the Medical Bay, you seem to have a concussion.”

So Bones was marched down, inwardly cursing the friendly ghost.

*

Prologue

Ha, got the first chapter done. Fuck yeah. Let me know what you think i guess, I am enjoying this fic ngl.

[darstellung]

[dustykneed]

god mcspirk is so terrific. i love when jim and spock scheme together (ok jim schemes but he ropes spock into it too and spock just can't say no to his captain) to fluster bones.

sometimes jim just wants to see his boyfriends make out with tongue... is that too much to ask?

prompt fill for @mcspirkevents' mcspirk bingo prompt "sloppy kissing" ←⁠(⁠>⁠▽⁠<⁠)⁠ﾉ