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Wrote this based on a Discord convo.
Dana is my half-Catian OC, Nate belongs to @dancing-coyote !
"They're called FLIP FLOPS!" Dana yelled.
"Nu uh, thongs!" Mariner shot back from her bunk.
"Guys, you're both right," Boimler brandished a PADD at them. "A thong is a strip of fabric or leather, the shoes have one that goes between your toes, the underwear goes...y'know. In the gluteal cle-"
"Between ya cheeks! Might as well call it butt floss." Mariner's comment got a snort from Tendi who broke down in a fit of giggling along with Rutherford.
"Or ass string." Boimler added.
"Oh does that qualify Dana's tail as a thong then?" Mariner cackled. Dana's ears flipped back and Rutherford went quiet while Tendi continued to giggle.
"No, shut up or I will END you." They growled. Before Mariner could retort, Boimler yelped as the vent next to him snapped open in a blur of turquoise hair.
"GOD NATE WHAT THE HELL?! Do you ALWAYS have to...skulk like that??"
"Nah, s'just more fun that way. Just popping in to add that Dana's tail is not a thong." The computer engineer said matter of factly.
"Thank yo-"
"...'Cos it doesn't go all the way around. Doesn't cover a damn th-"
"NATE I AM GOING TO TIE YOU TO THE WARP CORE YOU LITTLE WEASEL!!" Dana jumped up and made a dive for the vent, but Nate slammed it shut before they got there, leaving only a retreating cackle emanating from the vent as she scuttled out of reach.
"Damn Dana no need to declare war, jeez where'd that come from?" Mariner asked as she jumped down from her bunk.
Dana froze where they were crouched on the floor.
"Uh...I just...don't like my tail being the butt of jokes!" They snapped.
"Yeah, Mariner...it's more like the butt floss of jokes." Boimler punctuated his comment with finger guns.
"Says the guy who wore a frickin budgie smuggler last time we went swimming!" Dana snapped back.
"It's more streamlined!"
Tendi laughed along with them for a moment before she noticed that Rutherford was oddly silent.
"Rutherford?"
"Huh, what?" He started as he seemed to come back to the present.
"You alright? You seemed kinda lost there for a second." He stared at her for a beat before laughing nervously.
"Haha yeah...you...might say that."
#star trek lower decks fic#lower decks fic#microfic#Dana K'tesh#yeah i pulled their last name outta my butt#Dana is aggro bc this convo got Way Too Close To Discussing Their Underwear In Front Of The Cute Cyborg#and Rutherford is distracted cos Nate got him thinking abt spicy undies
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Towels Are Illogical
A Star Trek: Lower Decks fan fiction inspired by speculation about the lack of shame and modesty in the lower deck bunk corridors.
This story is tame, does not include detailed physical descriptions, and, with creative directing, could even be in an episode of Lower Decks.
Nonetheless, it has characters in casual states of total undress, and some suggestive moments.
Therefore, reader discretion is advised. Story after the “Keep Reading”.
Towels Are Illogical
By Dan Shive
Boimler’s troubles (or, at least, these specific troubles), began with the arrival of provisional officer T’Lyn.
As Boimler understood it, T’Lyn had transferred from a Vulcan vessel, and was Tendi’s “bestest science buddy”. T’Lyn didn’t look to Boimler as though she returned Tendi’s enthusiasm, but it was hard to tell with Vulcans. Boimler took Tendi’s word for it.
All of which was fine. Boimler was always happy to meet a new crewmate. He welcomed T’Lyn with open arms kept at a respectable distance.
No, the problem for Boimler was that T’Lyn turned out to be a trendsetter.
Naturally, not long after T’Lyn’s arrival, she made use of the sonic showers. As she set out to do so, however, she didn’t wrap herself in a towel. She simply undressed, stored her uniform, and started walking.
Changing clothes out in the open wasn’t unusual in the bunk corridors of the lower decks, nor was it that strange to not be in a hurry to get dressed again.
It was not uncommon, for example, for Tendi and Rutherford to get distracted in the middle of changing, and to have lengthy conversations while remaining in various states of undress.
It was, however, unusual to leave one’s bunk while still undressed as T’Lyn had done.
Mariner, with her usual lack of a filter, caught up to T’Lyn, and walked along next to her while wearing a towel. “Whoa, whoa, T’Lyn! You’re really going decloaked?”
T’Lyn raised an eyebrow. “Why would I have a cloak?”
“Sorry, sorry, turn of phrase,” While still outgoing and assertive, Mariner was a little awkward around T’Lyn. “A towel. I meant a towel.”
“Are these not sonic showers?”
“Well, yeah, they are, but…”
“To dry oneself off is unnecessary after a sonic shower, and it is illogical for me to cover myself. I feel no physical shame. Even if I did, we are about to shower together.” With what might have been a smile, T’Lyn said “decloaking is an inevitability.”
“Yeah… Yeah! You’re right!” Mariner declared. “I don’t need this!” She boldly whipped off her towel, and flung it over her shoulder. “I mean, I’ll hang on to it for now, don’t want to leave towels lying around the corridor, but yeah!”
Aside from a distracted ensign walking into a wall, this moment had little-to-no impact on others in the lower decks. It was later, after Tendi loudly expressed agreement with T’Lyn, and declared them to be “no-towel buddies,” that the idea started to spread.
As though it were the latest fashion, lower decker after lower decker stopped bothering with towels when walking to and from the sonic showers.
Even “towel guy” was now just “guy,” though he was still referred to as “towel guy.”
Tradition is a powerful thing.
Only one ensign, Ensign Boimler, was sticking to last season’s fashion. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he meant to go to the sonic showers, but was hesitant.
Everyone else not wearing towels bothered Boimler, but not for the reasons one might expect. Boimler was not, for example, overwhelmed by the sight of his exposed crewmates.
Back at his family’s raisin vineyard, Boimler was the most eligible bachelor around. Absurdly attractive women, often in states of partial, if not total, undress, threw themselves at him.
Boimler, hyper-focused on his future in Starfleet, and lacking patience in any failure to properly raise the raisins to be, remained completely oblivious. Without even meaning to, he had formed a callous around being affected by the nudity of others.
Tendi, Mariner, Rutherford, T’Lyn, or anyone else walking around in their birthday suits wasn’t going to power Boimler’s lust above impulse.
No, what bothered Boimler was he was the only one keeping himself covered at all times.
He’d mastered changing clothes without dropping his cloak.
His towel shields were up well before the eyes of others could impact his hull.
Not even Section 31 could know the secrets of Boimler’s hips.
But now, Boimler was the only one staying covered. He felt like a coward, and cowards had no place in the captain’s chair.
“A captain wouldn’t be afraid to drop the towel,” Boimler thought to himself. “A captain wouldn’t even bring a towel! They’d sit in the captain’s chair, naked as the day they were born, and do! Their! Duty!”
Unbidden, an imagined scene of Captain Freeman bravely commanding the Cerritos in such a manner played out in Boimler’s mind.
Boimler, his face red, quickly sat down. He hurriedly thought of other things, like the Niners playing baseball in a holosuite.
As it turned out, nudity combined with competent Starfleet officers on missions actually could awaken something in Boimler.
“Bases loaded, Rom bunts…” Boimler whispered, casting away the sexy demons.
Boimler, deliberately lost in thoughts of the Niners losing at baseball, and trying to remember how baseball was played, failed to notice T’Lyn.
T’Lyn was fresh from the sonic showers, and, as per usual, not wearing a thing.
She observed Boimler. His discomfort about the towel situation had not escaped her notice. While she felt her actions logical, she knew it was her influence that had resulted in his current dilemma.
T’Lyn felt… Found it logical to help Boimler.
“May I join you, Mister Boimler?”
“EZRI ON FIRST!” Boimler blurted, bumping his head on the ceiling of his bunk as he sat up straight.
T’Lyn raised her eyebrows, her expression otherwise unchanged. “My apologies. Are you injured?”
“No, no, I’m fine! Sit, sit! What’s up?”
T’Lyn sat on the end of Boimler’s bunk closest to the viewport.
“You are uncomfortable with the idea of not covering yourself.”
“Whaaat? Why would you… Why would you think? That?” Boimler’s smile would have earned him an invite to many a Ferengi’s poker table.
T’Lyn said nothing.
“Okay, fine, yes,” Boimler admitted. “I know it’s the 24th century, and it’s illogical, but—“ T’Lyn calmly interrupted with a raised hand.
“It is logical for me to not cover myself because I do not feel discomfort in this situation. Context, however, is relevant.” In a shocking display of expressiveness, T’Lyn gestured with one arm, indicating the bunks of the lower decks.
T’Lyn then used both hands to draw attention to her own torso. “Were I in this state of undress at a meeting with the senior staff, and they were fully dressed, I would find it…”
Almost imperceptibly, T’Lyn’s head tilted, and her face scrunched the tiniest of bits. To Boimler, this somehow conveyed a shudder.
“Illogical,” T’Lyn finished. She rested her hands in her lap, their shameless, illogical gesturing for emphasis complete.
Boimler imagined himself in T’Lyn’s place in that hypothetical situation, followed by Worf catching a flying ball.
“You, Mister Boimler, are not me. You should do what is right for you,” she said, imperceptibly gentle. “Discarding your towel as an act of conformity is illogical. It is only logical if you truly wish to do so, and only if you are comfortable being uncovered.”
Boimler smiled genuinely this time. “Thank you, T’Lyn. You’re right. I think I really needed to hear that.”
T’Lyn smiled. It was barely perceptible, but it happened. “You are welcome, Mister Boimler.”
“And you know what?” Boimler said, quickly standing, “I shouldn’t be ashamed! I’m not doing this for peer pressure! I’m doing this for me! Bold Boimler!”
Boimler triumphantly cast aside his towel, standing fully exposed in the lower decks corridor, hands on his hips.
Right as Beckett Mariner, fully dressed, had turned the corner.
“NOPE,” Mariner loudly declared. Turning around, her hands raised, she quickly departed the way she came. “Nope. Nuh-uh. No way.”
Boimler felt a bit less triumphant. “Well, that was…” his hands fell from his hips as his posture slumped. “Discouraging.”
T’Lyn looked towards the parting Mariner.
“I believe she does not wish to think of you in certain ways, but does so under certain circumstances,” T’Lyn dryly hypothesized, a hint of jealously in her voice that only a Vulcan could detect.
“And what does that mean?” Boimler asked, not getting any of it.
T’Lyn stood. “Take it as a compliment, Mister Boimler.” With images dancing in her mind of a cute, flustered Mariner reacting to T’Lyn’s state of undress instead of Boimler’s, T’Lyn left to get dressed.
#star trek lower decks#star trek: lower decks#star trek lwd#star trek: lwd#lwd#Lower Decks#T’Lyn#Bradward Boimler#d’vana tendi#Beckett Mariner#samanthan rutherford#fan fic#fan fiction#st lower decks#lower decks fanfic#dan shive says stuff#mari'lyn
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Actually I'm very tempted to write a one shot of Shaxs trying to help Mariner through her war trauma. Like we know the crews mental health is something he takes very seriously, and he's the only other character in the show that we know for certain has fought on the front lines of a war. It's actually kind of odd to me that they aren't a more common friendship/ mentor pairing
#star trek lower decks#lower decks#beckett mariner#shaxs#but first I HAVE to finish editing the draft of my curse next fic chapter#I have had a first draft in the can for like two months now#and I've just been sitting on it#cus I don't like it#and I don't know how to fix it#but also I wrote 24 god damn pages#so I'm not gonna just not post it#ya feel?
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A gift for @lesbospirk for the @startrekwintergiftexchange! sorry it’s late ❤️
Mariner/T’Lyn Film Noir AU (drawn w red/blue colored pencil, with noir filter). I like the thought that they’re posing as a couple for an undercover away mission…. Mariner lost the coin flip for the cool suit, but also i just wanted to draw a pretty dress.
#star trek#star trek lower decks#beckett mariner#t’lyn#art#lmk if anyone wants to see the photos without the noir filter#they’re very colorful and blue#mariner totally flirted with t’lyn all through the mission#for “’undercover reasons’ but then she didn’t stop when they left to go beat up the villains#i’m writing this down for a fic idea#i have no clue what a film noir is btw#star trek winter gift exchange
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Older obscure Star Trek fanfiction
I am back mainly because I lost track of time and by the time I remembered to post it was already Saturday anyway I am continuing with a trend of the crossovers 
I’m also on a lower decks kick because I just got caught up so expect more of that in the future  
Anyway, as always, please do not hesitate to PM me and also don’t forget to show Love and respect to the writers don’t forget to give them a comment kudos bookmarks, etc, as always enjoy
The first story is 
Stargate Trip By Obsessed Romantic (2SFlovers)
When Teal’c knows what’s up, you should probably listen, and when someone has the face of your mortal enemy, it doesn’t mean they are your mortal enemy
The next story is
Cause She Knows It's All Worthwhile by FFcrazy15
The face of your past and future can suspiciously look like yours, and the people of the past are indeed people living their lives, just like you are 
#star trek#older obscure star trek fanfiction#star trek enterprise#trip x t'pol#star trek fanfiction#star trek fic#ent#enterprise#st ent#star trek lower decks#lower decks#stargate#beckett mariner#boimler x mariner#mariner#mariner x boimler#brad boimler#bradward boimler#t’pol#charles tucker#space force#trip#trip tucker#teal’c
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I wrote a 2K fic for mari'lyn!
Summary: Mariner had a bad day and now she's gone and annoyed the resident wild Vulcan.
Warning: Vulcan finger-touching
#beckett mariner#t'lyn#mari'lyn#lower decks#star trek lower decks#i have now written both star trek and star wars fics wtf never saw this coming
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Lower Decks doing the goddess’ work and making fanon canon 🙏
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I haven’t been on tumblr for ages but I just rewatched the Lower Decks episode ‘We’ll Always Have Tom Paris’ and I just needed to put it out there that I think somebody should write me a Janeway/Paris fic where Janeway affectionately makes fun of Tom for thinking Boimler was a Kazon and attacking him. I think that would be adorable.
#please somebody write me a cute fluffy fic#star trek lower decks#star trek voyager#kathryn janeway#tom paris#kathryn janeway x tom paris#janeway/paris
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Title: kiss kiss motherfucker (fuck nasty)
Author: skylarkblue
Fandom: Star Trek Lower Decks
Pairing: D'Vana Tendi/T'Lyn
Rating: E
Word Count: 1,325
Warnings: Smut
Summary: The crew of USS Cerritos is sick of T'Lyn and D'Vana Tendi dancing around each other.
They send them to Risa to work it out.
Written for Star Trek Femslash Week day one prompt “There Was Only One Bed,” hosted by @startrekfemslashweek
Read on AO3 here!
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Thank you... Who ever you are... For making the ONLY Boimler/Reader fic on AO3...
#star trek#st lwd#lower decks#Boimler#Boimler/reader#it also being a non human reader is like a little treat just for me#star trek fics#fanfic#ao3
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Headcanon: Mariner is actually super into country music, but keeps it a secret because she thinks it ruins her cool image
#star trek lower decks#lower decks#beckett mariner#ensign mariner#star trek headcanon#pff no this has nothing to do with the Marinler fic I definitely didn’t name after a country song
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Summary: Two children wake up on an unfamiliar starship with no idea how they got there, and become friends over the course of a strange afternoon.
FF.net link here
#star trek lower decks#lower decks#beckett mariner#bradward boimler#marinler#technically not a shipping fic but I'm always shipping them so...
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Trek: Lower Decks (Cartoon), Star Trek
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: D'Vana Tendi & T'Lyn
Characters: D'Vana Tendi, T'Lyn (Star Trek)
Additional Tags: inspired by fandom, poetic form, Fun and Fluff, Best Friends, Their doing science!, Starship Cerritos (Star Trek)
Series: Part 1 of Star Trek Lower Decks Tales, Part 136 of Poetry Shorts Collection (Various Fandoms)
Summary:
Some fun and fluff on the Cerritos and its Lower Decks crew.
Part of Poetry Shorts Collection of various fandoms and Star Trek Lower Decks Tales
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Spell Trek brainstorms
Okay, so I thought it would be a good time to start brainstorming Spell Trek in earnest, since I’m giving my T’Lyn/Mariner/Tendi fic chapter a few days to marinate (probably pick it up tomorrow, actually). I decided to live-blog my thoughts and just go through the entire process here because why not. It will be messy, but fun. Plus, people could leave feedback if they wished. Maybe I’ll change my mind later, but for now, you all will witness the process. Might leave some questions unanswered, but I can at least go through possibilities. Let’s go!
In case you haven’t seen me talk about it before, and in case the naming wasn’t too obvious, Spell Trek is my fantasy conversion of Star Trek. While I’m a fan of some sci-fi (obviously), I am personally a fantasist, so I thought this would be a good way for me to write slightly bigger stories than I could if I stuck to the canon universe. My knowledge of science is not extensive. Magic, I can do.
I guess the best place to start is with the big stuff and work my way down. So, what’s the cosmology of this setting? Obviously, the original Trek is in space. Should I basically just keep it space, but magic? Planets, nebula, black holes? Maybe it would be analogous to space, but modified. Actually, if you’ve ever heard of Spelljammer, that’s a possible way to do it. I don’t know much about the setting, but I skimmed the Wikipedia article for it, and it’s kind of what I’m talking about. Might have to do more research into it.
Perhaps instead of traveling through space, it’s all interplanar travel? Each species could come from a different dimensional plane instead of planet. Might be some kind of “space” between planes that the ships would travel through, which is where the actual space stuff would occur and would allow for actual travel instead of just blinking from plane to plane. Almost the same as the previous paragraph, I guess, just…worded differently. Planets, planes, same diff. Yeah, it’s pretty much the same concept. Magic space.
It COULD all take place on one world, and each species is a different race and nation. Kind of limits the scope, though, unless I introduce some ways to expand it, like the Underdark, parallel planes, etc. Still would have a physical limit. Unless…it didn’t? Okay, THIS is new to my brain. When I’ve thought about the possible setting before, I’ve usually thought about the previous two paragraphs, really sticking as close as possible to outer space. I briefly imagined it as one world before, but dismissed it due to limited space, and therefore lacking in terms of exploration. But what if…the landscape just had no known limit? One unending (as far as anyone knows) physical landmass/watermass? Could still have ships, but they would be airships instead. Warp could still work, as the landscape is basically infinite. Exploration is still doable. It being a flat world instead of 3D space, that would make travel slightly different, but that’s not important. Actually, maybe the travel could still be 3D? Could have underground species, perhaps landmasses in the sky, too. Or maybe…what if there are multiple physical planes stacked on top of one another? A big lasagna of reality. Cosmology is fun to play around with, huh?
Well, this brainstorming session has given me some things to think about. To summarize, it seems like I have two options for the overall setting (with some sub-options thrown in):
Basically outer space, but magic instead of science (like Spelljammer).
Replace the infinite space with infinite landmass and watermass (and possibly multiple layers).
Not sure which I prefer. I like the latter because it’s the shiny new idea I just came up with, and I wouldn’t have to worry about astrophysics or anything like that, but I guess I could always fudge it all if it’s magic anyway.
Is anyone reading this? If you want to give an opinion, you can. Oh hey, I can do a poll! I love you, Tumblr. So just take the poll. Well, you can reply or reblog/tag too, if you want, but if the poll is easier for you, by all means.
Okay, bye now.
#star trek#lower decks#star trek lower decks#lwd#st lwd#stlwd#fic#fanfic#fanfiction#fic thoughts#fanfic thoughts#fanfiction thoughts#brainstorming#brainstorm#spell trek#writing#worldbuilding#poll#I hope this could be a fun project for me#both brainstorming the world#and actually writing stories in it
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Trek: Lower Decks (Cartoon)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Brad Boimler/Beckett Mariner/Sam Rutherford/D'Vana Tendi/T'Lyn
Characters: Beckett Mariner, Brad Boimler, D'Vana Tendi, Sam Rutherford, T'Lyn
Additional Tags: Polyamory, Shore Leave, Humor, Discussions of sex, Short One Shot, Don't copy to another site
Summary: Gift for @ussqueertastic (who I think is now @boldlyqueertastic ?) for @startrekwintergiftexchange
Boimler cuts himself off. “T'Lyn's just hot and smart and cool, okay? And she's a little bit weird! We're all a bit weird!”
“You want to bang her," says Mariner.
“Don't you?” he squawks. “Don't we all? I thought that was the plan.”
[Poly Lower Decks. That's it, that's the fic]
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Older obscure Star Trek fanfiction
Rules govern us all, and it’s no different for starships. But most of the rules are created by the brass. But there are the small rules required for surviving and living day to day in small, constricted environments with thousands or hundreds or merely 80 people these three stories will perfectly encapsulate the necessity for such small rules from three different generations of ships.
The last couple of stories have been quite heavy in their tone. Here’s some light, fun stuff to break up sad feelings. They’re also shorter, and I will, hopefully in the future be posting more Star Trek related properties that aren’t solely ENT in the future 
As always, please PM me, and also don’t forget to show your love to the writers.
The first story is 
Things Not To Do On the NX01 by Stargazing BasketCase
The next store will be 
Things you cannot do on the USS Enterprise D by PadukSteam
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/8562839/1/Things-you-cannot-do-on-the-USS-Enterprise-D
What to Expect When You’re Expecting to Get Court-Martialed at Any Given Moment Because That’s Just How You’re Wired and it’s Perfectly Understandable Under the Circumstances Quit Giving Me a Hard Time Mariner
ILLUMINAUGHTI
#star trek#star trek enterprise#trip x t'pol#older obscure star trek fanfiction#star trek fanfiction#star trek fic#ent#enterprise#st ent#star trek next gen#star trek lower decks#Star Trek next generation#beckett mariner#Brad Boimler#enterprise d
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