#vulcan/andorian oc

[jamesdotmp3]

hi im obsessed with my loser OCs

[foodcu-be]

Them

[queerspaceranger]

Finished my baby. look at her. shes so me. omg

need to flesh her out a bit more but i love her

lore + more sketches in the next image

[uss-feynman]

guh …. squishes him like a bug…..

[nichestartrekkie0-0]

@unknownfaceless-ds9 you said something about Aenar/Vulcan enemies to lovers over the office thermostat feud? Alas, the quality has been murdered (It was a Pinterest ref anywho) I'm now attached to both of them and am currently cooking something up :3 THANK YOU for the idea!! (Tagged some mutuals below)

@tuvok-enjoyer @bumblingbabooshka ya'll idk what I'm doing with Vulcans if you have any rants/advice/wikis etc to share I'd love to see some :)) if not, np :)

[jim-t-kirk]

Here they are, the crew of the U.S.S. Azteca, my Star Trek Online ship. It's a galaxy-class vessel similar to the Enterprise, but I imagine that it has a more Lower Decks vibe, with a quite unorthodox captain...

[frid-j]

Mirror Shkolrik redraw

2024 VS 2022

[satiwi1]

My star trek guys

[enterprise-me-capn]

I got this gorgeous, perfect commission from @juliannegriepp of T'Sol, my Star Trek OC. A peek into a more quiet, somber moment where they actually let themselves feel the weight of their past.

Please go commission Julianne, her comms are still open!

[sidetrek]

i can reuse old OC’s for my current comic if i want to 😤

[jamesdotmp3]

o’lynn , my vulcan/andorian oc !

[foodcu-be]

messing around in this art style again

[headphones-lifeform]

Crew of the USS Sonder [updated]

From left to right: Exlar, Pollux, Tav, Teshan, Zohar, Raen, Thompson, M'Row, Darha

Laqus T. Raen (they/any) is a new character, and they are explained here. Thank you @whirligig-girl for helping me name them!

Exlar, Tav, Thompson, M'Row and Pollux are explained here.

Teshan, Darha and Zohar are explained here.

Previous drawing of the crew found here.

Should I make a side blog for posting about my OCs?

[zero-way-out]

Vulcans and andorians have a deep-seated mistrust of eachother that spans generations you say?

They should fuck nasty about it

[nichestartrekkie0-0]

Da'an Pov

Word count: 392

Rating: PG

Precursor to an OC fic :))

My alarm goes off. I hit snooze; once, twice. The final alarm goes off but this time I roll out of bed. My deliciously warm, pillowy, soft nest is tempting to return to, but I have a job. 

That means math, responsibilities, and a smartass that keeps touching my thermostat. Of course, the ‘responsibilities’ part is slightly more important. The smartass I have to deal with is nothing more than an annoyance at most. 

The shower instantly turns on to my preferred temperature while my coffee warms up. It’s nice to have an apartment with all the bells and whistles. Most houses in the Northern Wastes are quite simple and probably seem barbaric to the rest of the world. 

Not that Aenar care much about the world’s opinions. 

After a quick scrub and a cup of energy, I pull on my clothes. Apparently, they’re plain and boring, but I feel like I should get a pass as someone who can't see color. They’re comfortable and professional and that’s all that matters. 

Or– at least– that’s all that matters to me. 

Naturally, my time runs out before I can eat. So, I grab a quick coffee in the shoddy downstairs lobby as I run to catch the train. 

The train’s packed, the walk is cold and the thermostat is already up twenty degrees when I arrive at my small, dingy office. For the accounting team, you’d think we’d have nicer digs than a former lab. 

A shudder runs down my spine. 

Aenar usually don’t like thinking about science experiments. Specifically, unethical scientific experiments. Lab rats are still rats, animals, and still worthy of life. I don’t care if they’re considered vermin; we still keep criminals around, don’t we? 

Shaking my head, I silently mourn for any testing animal as I sit down at my wobbly desk. 

Another cup of coffee is set down in front of me by a tall human woman. My irritable coworker Angel; lovely name, not-so-lovely temper.

“Christ.” She drawls, picking at her nails, “Did you work late again?”

Rats. I’ve been discovered. 

“Maybe.” I scoff, “Why’s the heat so high?”

“Ask your favorite person in the office- he’ll give you a PowerPoint presentation as to why he turned up the temp.” 

I hold back a groan. Right. The smartass in question happens to know the thermostat code and has our boss on his side.  

So, I’m cooked. 

[hermannsprecursors]

MERRY CHRISTMAS (2 days late!)

I put so much effort into putting almost all of my fucking Trek ocs onto one canvas. Here you guys go, hope you've all had a most splendid holiday season!

Tag urself and ur friends!

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