#Vulcan plants

[makeallthingsyours]

Some time ago, I had an idea:

A human moves to Vulcan and as they acquaint themselves with their new environment, they create a journal in a similar manner one would in the 'old days' when visiting a new foreign land. Sketching plants, describing how people live and such.

Here are a few pages that could be a part of such journal.

I will soon add alternative text to the pictures so it would be possible to read. Apologies for my ineligible handwriting.

Live Long and Prosper

#vulcans #vulcan culture #vulcan #star trek #vulcan headcanons #star trek headcanon #planet vulcan #vulcan houses #vulcan plants #vulcan animals

[theshadowrealmitself]

I am a simple person, I am not immune to “Vulcan who wears heavy robes taking them off to help the Human with something and revealing they have nice arms, leaving the Human a blushing and distracted mess”

#the chivalry of helping them plus nice arms? 👀 I’m weak for it #in the current imagined scenario they need help with a machine that broke in their house #it’s supposed to be like. a machine that controls the temperature of the soil so the Human can raise plants from other planets #star trek #Vulcans #Humans

[eopederson]

Virkjun og jarðhitalög í hættu vegna eldgossins við Grindavík, 2023.

The upper photo is looking toward the location of the eruptions from about 15 km away but taken 3 months before the lava flows began. The power plant, which stretches over a considerable area, and the geothermal heating system serving SW Iceland are both under severe threat with the main road leading to them already cut by lava flows. The Icelandic government has constructed dikes to divert the lava, but that is uncertain protection.

Having recently read the novel The Fires by Sigríður Hagalín Björnsdóttir (sadly in English, for my command of Icelandic is feeble to say the least) gives me a strong desire to see the volcanic activity currently ongoing on the Reykjanes Peninsula. Wish I could hop on an Iceland Air plane, but that is not going to happen.

#landscape #vulcanism #power plant #geothermal #reykjanes peninsula #ísland #2023 #photographers on tumblr

[bumblingbabooshka]

T’PEL!!!! HOW ARE YOU SO SMALL!?

#T'Pel #T'Pel art #she is SO /SMALL!!!/ #Tuvok cam -looking at her admiring her loving her holding her in his palm- #bea art tag #fun made up fact about T'Pel is that when she & Tuvok first got married their home had like no furniture except the basics #and T'Pel was busy doing doctor stuff and didn't care at all #and Tuvok slowly began decorating the house until T'Pel took an interest and they began doing it together #and it became a source of bonding between the two of them #You know Tuvok decorates like a certain type of tiktok girl (affectionate) where there's plants everywhere #he also hangs those vulcan scrolls places and I don't read Vulcan so I have no choice but to assume they say the equivalent of #'bless this mess <3'

[seekingjamaharon]

I like to imagine cute scenes in Sarek and Amanda's early courtship, like Sarek meditating with Amanda and teaching her how to develop her mental shielding in anticipation of taking her back to Vulcan.

#sarek/amanda #ambassador sarek #amanda grayson #star trek tos #vulcan romance is very important to me #i realize the fandom loves to bu/lly sarek #(and they are valid) #but i grew up on tng sarek #and watching his emotional meltdown aboard the enterprise planted seeds of affection for him #it will not be the first or the last time i feel sympathy for a horrible man

[youngpettyqueen]

the designs in TAS are genuinely so cool. like yeah theyre kinda silly but they were genuinely so creative with them and really shot for the moon with some of these. its really cool to see

#star trek: tas #the plant aliens in The Infinite Vulcan are very cool #love how inhuman a lot of these designs are #harpy-like aliens and cat people there's a DRAGON ON MY SCREEN

[marlinspirkhall]

i just finished reading your horror fic 'tomorrow never comes' and i loved it sm!!! say do you have any aos spirk horror fic reccs? your work has started me on a binge and im down for some creepy shit

Hey! I'm so glad to hear you enjoyed Tomorrow Never Comes; it's nice to see it getting some love.

[ID] An illustration from Tomorrow Never Comes shows an image written in dried blood which reads "PLAY ME" in all-caps, with an arrow pointing to the right towards a green PADD. [End ID] Illustration done by the wonderful IdeasCornucopia on ao3, @idealisticcatastasis on tumblr

I've isolated the specific search for AOS K/S "horror" for your convenience.

Recs in no particular order:

Descent of Halcyon by itwastheband

Kirk is plagued by headaches, nightmares, ghosts and visions. I had the honour of beta-reading this fic for the 2020 T'hy'la Bang, and I loved every minute of it.

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence.

Relevant tags: Alternate Universe - Sentinels & Guides, Blood and Gore

Killer Plants From Outer Space! by cowboyjimkirk

This fic is a real treat, you'll love every moment of it. One of those fics which feels like you've read a classic, mind-bending sci-fi novel. I can't recommend it enough.

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence.

Relevant Tags: Hanahaki Disease, Tarsus IV, Body Horror, THIS ISN'T AS DEPRESSING AS IT SOUNDS I PROMISE, it's just a nice halloween romp

Secret Vulcan Mating Rituals by Chase820

At first glance, this fic doesn't seem like a horror fic, but before long you'll be reading about violence, murder, espionage, repression and mind-torture. An excellent read if that's your kinda thing, with a surprise Doctor Who cameo in the middle. Please note that this fic is unfinished as of 2012.

Warnings: Rape/non-con, graphic depictions of violence.

Relevant Tags: Porn With Plot, Spock's World (Diane Duane)

in dreams i cry to wake again by Ahira

I'm a little biased because I was present in the t'hy'la bang 2022 server when this was created

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply (see author's tags), non/con

Relevant Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Body Horror

Kashan by Plotweaver

Torture-heavy fic which leans pretty heavily on some horror conventions. Angst with happy ending.

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relevant Tags: hand whipping, Hurt/Comfort, romulans being assholes, Torture

In The Dark by imzadi_deanna, with art by thunderbottle

I'd be remiss not to recommend this fic by my partner in crime imzadi_deanna, as she was my wonderful beta-reader for TNC. "In The Dark" is unfinished at time of writing, but the chapters that are there deserve a read if you like disturbing imagery.

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relevant Tags: Psychological Horror, Tarsus IV, Hurt!Jim

Honorable mention: Safe by SidSky

This isn't a K/S fic, but I'm including it because it's my go-to fic for anything fucked up. It really has a handle on Leonard McCoy's characterisation and headspace- and my god, does it drag you down into that headspace with him. The chapters on recovery at the end are wonderful, and it does a better job at making Khan truly terrifying than any other piece of Star Trek media. Go over there, and tell Sid that Marlin sent you.

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence.

Relevant Tags: Kidnapping, Manipulation, complex characters, Mind Games, Torture, Violence, suggestive threats, Character Study

Thanks again to @idealisticcatastasis for the page dividers, they're always good fun to use on TNC posts.

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#tw blood #blood #horror #asks #marlinsasks #marlin's asks #anonymoose #anon #anonymous #thanks anon! #asked and answered #tomorrow never comes #secret vulcan mating rituals #killer plants from outer space! #Safe #sidskywrote #In The Dark #imzadi_deanna #in dreams i cry to wake again #descent of halcyon #TNC #star trek halloween bang #star trek horror bang #halloween #horror recs #horror fic recs #artist: idealisticcatastasis #star trek fic recs #star trek fics #fic recs

[productiveborg]

#books #bookblr #plants #studyblr #studious-vulcan

[thecelestiallegacies]

Wisdom of the plant.

#sims story #sims #the sims #sims 4 #my sims #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 simblr #the sims 4 #sims 4 challenge #ts4 simblr #ts4 #simblr #ts4 screenshots #nebulalegacy #vulcan nebula #hermes nebula #wisdom of the plant #teenagers #tw:inheritance #Tw: mention of death #planetarylegacymercurygen

[matthewmoorwood]

My autistic powers combine in a magical girl transformation that allows me to use my special interest in science (spesif fungi/biospheres) in order to do cool worldbuilding in my fanfic for other special intrests 😌😌😌

#star trek day #autism #special intrests #im too powerful #im talking abt the symbiotic relationships between fungi and plants in Vulcan :)

[theshadowrealmitself]

Once again thinking about “person who inexplicably has rare and/or extinct plants” (for obvious reasons) except this time I’m thinking about them having a nibbling who helps them out

And the kid gets into an argument at school about some Vulcan plant that’s been extinct for awhile with their Vulcan teacher, and the kid thinks the teacher’s just being a jerk to them because they’re a human

So they get one of the plants from that species’ from their family member’s garden and plop it down on the teacher’s desk the next morning

And the teacher is just staring at this. hella extinct. plant on their desk, that’s clearly thriving

#they got a ton of plants from other planets too #the plant being specifically Vulcan is to get a cute Vulcan their to check the gardens out #cause this is my self indulgent post #star trek #Vulcans #Humans

[wynnyfryd]

paint it black 🎂🖤🎂

written for the @steddiemicrofic bonus round ‘birthday’ + 290 words in honor of @steddieas-shegoes’ birthday | rated M | pure fluff

Steve’s hands are stained black when he greets Eddie at the front door. His nails, his palms. Eddie follows the trail of dark speckles up Steve’s forearms to the smeared streaks on his apron, the smudge at the tip of his nose. It’s all over his mouth, too, like he tried to eat black lipstick.

“You going for a goth look today, baby?”

Steve put his hands on his hips; presses his lips into a flat black pout. “Food dye is a dangerous business.”

“Oh?” God, he loves when Steve gets all grumpy baker boy on him. He wades into Steve’s space, fingers hooking into his belt loops, pulling him flush and planting a soft kiss behind his ear. “So if you’re covered in food dye…” His tongue traces an inky smear on the side of Steve’s neck, “does that mean I get to eat you?”

“Oh, my god,” Steve rolls his eyes and shoves him, a brilliant blush working up the tight set of his jaw. “The kids are about to be here any minute.”

“Mhmm,” Eddie agrees and wiggles his fingers over the lip of Steve’s jeans.

Steve bats his hands away. “So behave!”

“Fiiiiine.” He lets go and throws up a Vulcan salute. “Scout’s honor.”

“Dude,” Steve despairs, covering his face with both hands. “No. Can’t believe I let you fuck me.”

Eddie cackles, and Steve grabs him by the hand and leads him into the kitchen. There, on the counter, stands a homemade birthday cake, made to look like the 20-sided die from Eddie’s favorite set.

“Holy shit,” Eddie breathes. “You made this for me?”

Steve’s pretty pink blush is all the way up his cheeks now. “Yeah.” Jesus fuck. Eddie might cry. “Happy birthday, baby.”

#steddie #steddie fluff #steddiemicrofic #steve harrington #eddie munson #my writing #my fic

[bumblingbabooshka]

Ok but I genuinely need to know if Tuvok replicated the 50 candles ever-present in his quarters over the course of their journey or if he came with those at the ready

#Tuvok eating in the mess hall just thinking about the candles he's going to replicate later on #does he do it one at a time or does he store them all up until one day he's just like 'computer. 20 Vulcan prayer candles.' #and watches as they all tumble to the ground #Tuvok comes home everyday and cant relax until hes lit his 100 candles #and then turned on his purple lights (seemingly defeating the point of so many candles) #Tuvok's Vulcan hot room with his one million candles and 15 plants must be horrific for anyone else to set foot in #st voyager #I /love/ thinking about things that don't matter

[feels-for-the-fictional]

You can't tell me our main man Jim, Jim Kirk, James Kirk, James T Kirk, James Tiberius Kirk, CAPTAIN stack of books on legs James Respectful and Sensitive Tiberius Kirk does not know about Vulcan hand touching and their significance.

This man. JAMES KIRK. Looked at Spock, clearly vulcan spock, hands firmly planted behind his back Spock. LOOKED him up and down, and despite absolutely knowing it would not be considered impolite if he didnt offer a hand shake, looked at Spock, tall drink of water Spock, Vulcan sensitive hands used as terms of affection Spock, and was like hmmmm absolutely will make this Vulcan shake my hand. AND SPOCK gave like 1 second of thought before he was like yes absolutely here is my hand to hold for you and you only. I AM DECEASED

#yea so I woke up still crazy about Them Meeting #snw #when will I get off my bullshit #remember when I was like ohhh boohoo the show is good without kirk we dont need a kirk and spock meet up #remember that #I FUCKING LIED #they gave me like 10 seconds of these two white boys looking at each other and holding hands and I HAVE BECOME UNHINGED #thank u snw writers for this blessing #LOWER DECKS LIVE ACTION EPISODE NEXT WEEK OMG #I WANT BOIMLER TO MEET KIRK SO BAD #I want Mariner to 1000% ask Spock where Kirk is #and also for her to be like huh you look different then I thought you would #AHHHHHHH I AM SCREAMING #spirk #star trek #ty

[boldstarks]

Giedi Prime (House Fenrir Dune AU)

word count: 1498 Words pairing: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Bene Gesserit!Reader warnings: none (yet) summary: you arrive on Giedi Prime for the Na-Baron's birthday celebration, but you have another task ahead of you.

Before you arrived on Giedi Prime, you didn't believe a place could be completely devoid of color, but as you stand on one of your father's heighliners looking over the planet, you have come to believe what they say. You peered at the black and white planet below from the bridge as the ship waited for its permission to land on the surface. House Fenrir was one of the many invited to the celebration for the Na-Baron's twentieth birthday and one-hundredth gladiator fight.

Even from outside the atmosphere, you can see the planet is heavily polluted from the fervent industrialization led by House Harkonnen over the centuries.

A nervousness settled in your stomach when you entered the planet's orbit, and your father's reservations about the match weren't easing the anxiety creeping through your bloodstream. Today was the day that you would begin to seduce the Baron's heir.

"We could always go back home," the archduke said. He has joined you at the window.

"It would not serve our house to make an enemy out of the Harkonnens," you reply in a monotone voice.

They were known for maintaining a cruel and tyrannical grip over their worlds. Violence and war were ingrained in their culture, and you had no doubt they would inflict that bloodshed on your people. If their treatment of the people of Arrakis was any indicator of how they treated those who displeased them, you knew they could do the same to Fenrir.

"Wise words," Lady Aurelia, your father's concubine, said.

Lady Aurelia was the closest thing you had to a mother after your own had died of a mysterious illness during your adolescence. You knew she did not see you the same way, though. Your father openly favored you and your older sister, Maron, over her two sons. To her, you were simply an obstacle in the way of her eldest son inheriting your father's title.

"They could reverse engineer our harvesters or simply kill us and take over production, and the emperor wouldn't bat an eye," you said, turning away from the grim image of the planet that you would soon call home if all went according to the Reverend Mother's plan.

"I hate the thought of leaving you in this place," Vulcan says.

Lady Aurelia sighs. "Y/N can take care of herself; I've seen to it."

"Lady Aurelia is right, father. I am more than capable of completing the task that the sisterhood has given me," you tell him.

Your reassurance only causes the worry lines around his mouth and forehead to deepen.

"Your Grace," a servant said.

The three figures at the window turn, and the servant curtsies quickly in respect.

"We have been given permission to land, Your Grace. We await your command," the servant says and curtsies again.

You watch her nervously scamper off. It seems that Vulcan wasn't the only one on edge today.

The landing was relatively uneventful, and the surface of Giedi Prime was just as bleak as you imagined. There were no natural plants in sight, and the air had a bitter taste to it that coated your tongue, throat, and sinuses. It made you miss Fenrir bitterly, with its vast oceans and thick forests that enveloped the less developed parts of the planet.

In the light of Giedi Prime's black sun, your ice blue dress looks silver. It's form-fitting to your body with a halter neck and leaves your arms bare. The look was completed with teardrop-shaped pearl earrings set in silver hardware.

A female servant is already waiting for you when the ship lands. She is pale and completely devoid of hair. She wears a dark-colored dress of a peculiar cut, and she keeps her eyes on the floor.

She curtsies deeply when you step off the ship with your father and Lady Aurelia into Harkonnen Palace's ship dock.

"I have been ordered by the Baron to show you to your quarters before the spectacle, Your Grace," the servant says in a small, timid voice.

Your father opens his mouth to reply, but the girl turns on her heel quickly and hurries toward another crowd of visitors being led by another woman in an identical dress. She waits to let the guests from a house you didn't recognize pass before continuing her beeline to the door.

You see Vulcan and Aurelia exchange a glance before all three of you follow after her.

The inside of the Harkonnen Palace is just as bleak as the outside. It is made up of identical black and white hallways; one could easily get lost in them. The servant girl expertly navigates these identical hallways without raising her eyes. She's obviously been here for quite a while. You wonder what horrible things she witnessed, or perhaps endured, in her employment here.

The woman is completely silent until she arrives at a nondescript slate gray door with a black panel installed on the wall next to it. "This is your room, Lady Y/N, and your parents are right beside you."

She motions toward an identical door to the left.

Lady Aurelia goes to her and your father's door and presses her hand to the panel. The panel glows, and the door slides open.

"What did it just do?" your father asks, puzzled.

"The doors to your quarters are programmed, so you need your handprint to get into them, Your Grace," the girl responds. "The Baron has found guests feel more secure when they are the only ones who have access to their living space."

Your father nods and presses his hand to the panel. Lady Aurelia walks into their room without another word.

"Just knock if you need anything, darling," Vulcan said, following her inside.

Their door slides shut behind them, leaving you alone with the servant.

"How did I find my way around?" you ask.

The girl makes eye contact with you for the first time.

"I strongly advise you not to walk around without someone to escort you, My Lady," the servant girl said firmly. "This is not a place where one wants to get lost."

This wasn't a request; it was a warning. The girl's eyes darted back toward the ground. You place your hand on your door's panel. It warms slightly when it scans your handprint. The door slides open, and you step inside. The servant girl won't meet your eye again before the door slides shut.

If you were anyone else, you would feel as though you had stepped into the belly of the beast. But you're not just anyone; you're Bene Gesserit. You're exactly where you're meant to be.

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You sit on an elevated platform that sits slightly lower than the one occupied by the Baron Harkonnen, the Reverend Mother, and your father, the Archduke, along with an unknown count and his wife. The crowds in the stands below are packed with Giedi Prime citizens. The black sun has once again washed the color out of everything. You were provided a pair of small field glasses to view all the fights through.

You're sitting with six other Bene Gesserit sisters that you have never met before. Despite knowing little about them, having some of your sisters here is a comfort.

In some twisted way, you looked forward to having your way with Feyd-Rautha. The Reverend Mother Helen described him as violent, calculating, and isolated. The Baron and his brother, whom they called the Beast, were neither fit to raise an emotionally intelligent, stable child. That only made your job simpler. It doesn't matter how physically strong Feyd-Rautha is; he's sexually and emotionally vulnerable. And you could mold him into whatever you see fit.

The opening fights are lackluster. It's obvious the opponents have been drugged to ensure the safety of the Harkonnen gladiators. You noted this with distaste and nearly rolled your eyes. The Harkonnens claimed to be the most dominant, well-trained fighters in the galaxy, but they couldn't be bothered to truly fight someone without resorting to petty vices and trickery. Nevertheless, the crowd roars with satisfaction whenever blood is spilled on the sand of the gladiator pit.

Now comes the main event: Feyd-Rautha's one-hundredth kill in the gladiator pit. Was this the measure of a Harkonnen man? Slaughtering drugged prisoners was supposed to be a show of power and strength while wearing a shield.

A horn blows, and the crowd begins to shriek and whoop once again. In the arena, a large set of doors slide open, and the Na-Baron emerges from the darkness beyond the doorway, a knife in each hand. He raises them toward the sun and circles the pit. The light of the black sun glints off the blades. He's hairless, like the other inhabitants of his planet. He's dressed in light black armor and practically preens for the crowd before kneeling. He bows his head in respect to his uncle and dedicates this win to the man.

The Baron is satisfied by this display, and the barbarism begins.

taglist: @ariesmai

#dune #dune part two #dune x reader #house harkonnen #house atreides #feyd rautha harkonnen #feyd rautha x reader #dune 2021 #baron harkonnen #glossu rabban #bene gesserit!reader #Bene Gesserit #lady y/n of house fenrir

[favvn]

Pairing these two scenes together because there's Something about their phrasing that is driving me Insane. (Is it the use of religious imagery turned on its head--purgatory is not a thing to desire much less create for yourself, losing paradise is normally a tragedy to be mourned--to highlight a unifying belief that both Kirk and Spock live by? That both accept the loss of paradise for the uncertainty of life?)

Like. I Know Spock's line about "self-made purgatories" (and what a line! I am gnawing on it like a dog with a bone) is referring both to his Duty to The Enterprise and Kirk as the First Officer vs his experience of love from the plant spores, but it's also referring to him being both human and Vulcan and trying to adhere to one half at the expense of the other and finding himself fitting in nowhere as result (although, I would argue The Enterprise with Kirk is where he fits in as Kirk has consistently shown he doesn't expect Spock to be More Vulcan or More Human but to just be Spock).

And Kirk.... knowing his past on Tarsus IV and how he shouldn't be alive had Kodos had his way.... His dogged determination to beat the odds against him.... Dare I say it's giving Born To Run vibes? The mindset of, "Fine. Paradise is lost, but I'll keep going anyway."

#trekposting #star trek tos #spirk #this side of paradise #good morning! i cannot learn the simple fact that i cannot watch star trek before going to sleep otherwise i start my day like this #spirkposting right out of the gate bright and early #i am thinking more and more about a web weaving post about spirk #putting these two in a jar together for scientific study #i am not only compelled by their relationship in any sense of the word but truly the ways in which these two characters think #trek meta