beta quadrant

anonymous asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you had any headcanons on how each character would help if you had your period? Like, I'd imagine Bones would be super helpful and give you painkillers and probably give you good hugs, and Jim would make you laugh and take your mind off painful cramps - and Uhura would probably share chocolate and watch movies with you. 😊

Great question, Nonie! Note that I’m interpreting this as those god-awful, ruin your life, make you pull over on the side of the road and hang your head out the door and vomit in the ditch sort of cramps, the kind where you curl in a ball and wish for a swift death.


Jim camps out with you on the bathroom floor. He pulls all the blankets and pillows off the bed and swaddles you up in a giant cocoon, resting his hand gently on the small of your back and curving his body around yours. He doesn’t speak - he knows the cramps usually come with a migraine - just lies near enough that you can feel his body heat against your skin as the cramps ease. 

Afterward, when you’re still a little slow and shaky, he drags all the blankets to the center of your living quarters, and proceeds to make the most elaborate pillow fort seen this side of beta quadrant, complete with string lights and chocolate ice cream.


Spock dotes on you. He moves quickly, efficiently, carrying you to your bed, turning the lights to ten percent, producing a heated blanket, laying a cool rag (ever so subtly infused with Vulcan essential oils) over your forehead.

He sits beside you, seemingly unconcerned, tapping away at a lab report on his PADD, but three long fingers rest delicately at the notch of your wrist, and you feel a warm, calm glow settle across your skin.

He’s pretty gentle with you for the next few days.


Immediately comms the bridge and curtly informs the captain that he will not be appearing for his alpha shift. Offers no explanation. Strips off both of your clothes, carefully, tenderly, murmuring to you the entire time, and curls up with you in the bed. Runs his hands gently through your hair, slowly, softly, hardly enough pressure to be a massage, his warm fingers just barely brushing at your temples and the nape of your neck until you finally drift into blessed sleep.


His heart is absolutely breaking for you. Pav looks a little uncertain at first, but is observant enough to remember that you like earl grey tea with just a dash of cream, and wastes no time providing you a cup. He helps you sit up, propping you against his chest, and you take tiny sips, snuggling closer and closer until you finally fall asleep in a ball in his lap. 

He holds you like this for hours. 


Ny is all sympathy. She seems to know exactly what you need before you can even say it. 

Heating pad? Check.

Fan on your face? Check

Cold lemonade? Check

Dark chocolate with Risan sea salt and almond slivers? 

Check, check, check.


He’s pretty concerned. As your Gay Best Friend™, he doesn’t have the first clue what to do for “lady issues,” but you’re kind of scaring the shit out of him, so he picks you up carefully, bridal-style, and carts you to sickbay. Chris is right there in an instant, tucking you into a biobed with a hypospray and a sympathetic wince.

Hikaru sits with you until the meds kick in. He’s pretty quiet, for Hikaru, which suits you just fine.

30 minutes later, Chris declares you good to go, and you make your way back to your cabin on shaky legs, Hikaru following you like a lost puppy the entire way.

“Sucks to have a uterus,” he pipes up suddenly as you’re keying in the entry code to your door.


The two of you spend the rest of the day watching New Girl reruns on the couch.


Recognizes the signs of a bad bout of cramps almost before you do. Springs into action, descending on you with a hypospray and a sharp look of concern - “Best to catch them before they get started.” 

23rd century or not, medicine takes time to work, and menstrual cramps are a bitch no matter what pharmacology you throw at them. Len manages to spare you the worst of it, though. 

He picks you up and carries you to the shower, muttering something about the brainless lack of bathtubs on a damn starship, then he rummages around for a bit, still cursing under his breath, swinging open cabinet doors and digging through drawers.

“What you doing?” you ask as you struggle out of your shirt. Straightening up enough to slide it over your shoulders is damn near agony, but you manage.

“Improvising,” Len answers, holding up his prize behind him - a bottle of Andorian body cream. He catches a glance of you then, and his gaze softens. “Hey,” he says apologetically, dropping to his knees and running gentle hands over your bare arms. “Let me help.”

Len gets you settled, then leans on the ledge, reaching around you and plunking the jar of lotion onto the shower floor, carefully arranging it so that it blocks the drain.


“That’ll work well enough,” he grunts, rocking back on his heels and peeling his soaked shirt over his head. 

“Got you wet,” you say with a small smile. 

Len cocks a gentle teasing eyebrow at you. “That’s my line, sugar.”

“Come here,” you say suddenly. The warm water raining on your back feels good, so good, but Len’s body curled around yours? 

That would be so much better.

Len frowns. “You sure?” he asks slowly, like he can’t tell if you seriously want him in there or not.

“Please,” you whisper.

Quicker than a blink, Len’s kicking off his boots and sliding up behind you, wrapping his arms around your back and cradling your face into his neck. 

The cramps fade, like magic.

Fulcrum X Fulcrum (With Spoilers for Season Three of Rebels if that wasn't Obvious. We good? Okay~)

Okay look. I know a few things after this year’s double punch of Rebels and Rogue One:

–Cassian Andor is a former Separatist and a former Fulcrum agent apparently involved with recruiting

–Agent Kallus is apparently really good at reprogramming droids.

–Even parts of the fandom that LIKE Kallus want to see him punched.

–That jacket and hair combo’s gotta come from somewhere

–I need these assholes to meet.

–The timeline technically meshes so it could happen.

And so I ended up writing Cassian/Kallus (Cassius?) pre-slash fic snippet I might never go further with over Clone Wars Politics, Kaytoo’s Sass, Namedropping, and my old favorite: “Sad Pan Kallus is Pan As Hell.”

For the record I blame Moon for not stopping me.



“I’d heard a rumor some of the members of the rebellion held separatist leanings during the Clone War.”

It isn’t much in the way of conversation when you’ve been paired off with a strange man to fix an imperial droid. But it’s something considering theirs had been a conversation of false starts:

The information in this unit must be valuable.

The withering scowl back.

Kay has no information.


I didn’t catch your name.

It’s the same as yours. Fulcrum.

And his look.

That isn’t an answer.

Cassian. Cassian Andor, Rebel Intelligence.

Now Kallus is hunting for another thread, picking at the man’s accent. Rim world. Beta quadrant. Separatist territory–in Kallus’s youth anyway.

“We take what we’re given,” Cassian replies stiffly, not looking up. There’s a ways to look up for Kallus no matter what. “Wanting a droid to take the place of a man does not make a lesser rebel.”

He’s fiddling with the insides of his droid, brows knit deep and hard.

“We don’t choose where we’re born, I suppose,” Kallus defers.

“You’re from Coruscant,” there’s a scoff to the name of his homeworld, “Tell me, Captain Kallus, do they still teach the Separatists were terrorists and radicals, railing against democracy?”

He’s never told Captain Andor his name.

“It’s hard to argue with the image of a temple burning,” Kallus replies quietly.

To say the least of the horrific, withered countenance of the Emperor that had given Kallus nightmares as a child, a fear of Jedi that lasted long into his adult life.

I don’t have to.” Cassian growls, face going hard and pinched before he’s leaning. Back down, fiddling with something in the back of his droid’s head, the lump of metal cradled in his lap like it’s the face of a child.

It’s personal, Kallus notices. This droid, this one droid matters to him or he never would have asked for the help in the first place. And it’s Imperial or any number of people probably would have helped, not just Kallus.

Kallus goes back to reattaching the droid’s right arm, to balancing the servos. He tests the motion in the metal fingers, letting the silence linger between them. He sneaks glances at the other man with the right afforded a tall, well-muscled person. No one wanted to upset him on first look, so often he could look where he pleased without issue.

Captain Andor knows he’s looking but seems bent on willfully ignoring him instead. He is a handsome man beneath the perpetual scowl, Kallus notes. Though he thinks many beings are handsome and he has no reason to believe the life of a rebel is an easy one though he’s barely begun his own.

Kallus wants to ask how he became a Fulcrum agent if he’s traveling in the company of an Imperial KX, but talks with the lilting accent of a rim-worlder.


He lets his eyes slip away, bending so his head is lower than Cassian’s. The subtle quirks of body language worked into him in Imperial Intelligence. The unspoken cues that told a person to trust. To expect authority. To yield.

Cassian doesn’t look up, adding, “You should talk to Rex. About the Clone Wars. About being a clone.”

“I’ve already spoken to Captain Rex in gratitude for his service.”

“And in your texts on history was there ever a mention of his name? Of the names of any of the clones serving the Jedi?” Cassian’s accent apparently gets more pronounced when he’s riled. A dangerous trait in an agent, perhaps.

Kallus is quiet.

“…Did he really serve under General Skywalker?” He asks finally.

“So you think he’s lying?” Cassian shoots back.

“I- No,” Kallus pushes at his hair, flattening it back, “My mentor, Colonel Yularen always…spoke highly of General Skywalker. Nothing more.”

The unspoken unease that two men who once fought for the same side so closely might face off again as enemies lingers with him.

He wonders how many times he undid the work of Cassian Andor’s hands while serving the empire.

Cassian glances at him for a moment then goes back to tightening screws with angry little jerks of his arm.

“Would you still have thanked Captain Rex if he had killed General Skywalker on command?” The Rebel snaps.

Kallus grimaces.

“I don’t know what I would have done.”

The honest answer.

Perhaps not the best one because Cassian levels a look at him, seems to peer at him.

He’s a sharp man, Kallus notes. Easily his equal and should be treated as such. Stubble and bags under the eyes like he’s been camped out in a jungle on his own, and not in the great ruins of Yavin with a company of rebels. Rough edges and hard choices.

Kallus looks back at him and is sure it shows in his face that he isn’t sure if Captain Cassian Andor, Fulcrum, is what he wants to become.

He looks at the way Cassian’s hands rest almost tenderly on the dome of the droid’s head, a throwaway pile of scrap with an Imperial logo still prominently on its arm, and thinks maybe he’s precisely what he should like to become.

Cassian’s hard eyes pinch.

“You should think carefully about programming, Captain Kallus,” his voice is very soft, a handkerchief hiding a vibroblade in a dark alley, “Not all of it is done to droids.”

“It has been thoroughly brought to my attention I ought to ask more questions. Do let me know if I bore you,” Kallus replies, keeping his tone as bland as if he’s at a core dinner dressed in gold braid.

The corner of Cassian’s mouth goes up in a humorless smile, a noiseless chuff of laughter.

He toggles a switch and the KX unit’s white eyes flick back to life.

A metal hand clamps almost immediately around Kallus’s neck.

Kallus chokes, instincts leaping hard. A second metal hand bats away his blows, unfolding limb by limb.

KAY!” Cassian shouts.

The droid’s head swiveled to him immediately.

It paused a moment, then unclamped his metal fingers from Kallus’s throat.

“…Clear of Hostiles.” A male voice intoned, a little primly.

Kallus coughed, slumped on the stones of the temple floor.

“Are you alright?” Cassian snaps, dropping to his knees with a curse.

To his surprise, Kallus laughs under his breath, rubbing his throat and jaw.

He pulls himself to his feet, waving off the other man’s hands

“Now there’s the rebel welcome I’d expected.”

Cassian’s startled into cracking a smile, quickly trying to cover it. A quiet thing.

Kallus covers his staring by patting the droid’s metal arm.

“That’s quite a loyalty subroutine your KX has.”

“I am seventy percent certain I should find that response insulting,” the droid replied pausing and flicking its white eyes to him, “I’m K2-SO. I’m a reprogrammed Imperial Droid.”

“Kallus,” Kallus intones, “Formerly ISB-021, an agent of the Imperial Security Bureau, and formerly a Fulcrum Agent in service of the Rebellion.” He pats the droid’s arm again. “You could probably consider us kindred spirits.”

Cassian’s mouth widens.

“I will not,” the droid says, once again sounding smug, “My programming is far superior to a defective Imperial Agent’s, Cassian’s seen to it.”


“Fine by me,” Kallus says, ruefully rubbing his neck, “Good Men like Captain Andor should be in good hands. Yours seem to serve more than well enough.”

Something passes into Cassian’s face that he can’t quite read.

Kallus quickly removes his hand from the droid’s arm.

“Everything seems in order.” He inclined his head in a formal bow, “Fulcrum.”

Cassian’s eyes flick over him before he nods back.


“Let me know if you need help with Imperial equipment. I’m here to do whatever good I can.”

Cassian considers this, dark eyes briefly flicking down to Kallus’s hands, then up again to his eyes. There’s fur in the lining of his coat even in the heat of Yavin, framing his face. He nods after a moment.

“I will.”

The droid turns to him.

“You will?” It repeats.

Cassian shushes Kaytoo, eyes still on Kallus. He says nothing.

Kallus smiles.

“Thank you,” he says, meaning it.

“You actually like him?” He can hear the droid say too loudly as he leaves.

Cassian’s response is murmured too low for his to hear but Kallus’ smile broadens into a grin.

“Do you want to know how I feel about strange men touching me?” the droid’s offended voice is gradually lost to the ruckus of the cargo bay.

kronosaquarii-deactivated201701  asked:

I'd like to see more of him and Mituna before his accident. I mean I have the feeling Mituna was a douche with Cronus but after things changed between these two. Of course I admire Cronus a lot even if he dresses like a greaser. Also I love your blog! The best blog ever about Cronus!

boy oh boy these two sure are the bestest of friends. 

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One of the fondest memories I have from all of Heavensward actually comes from this section of Beta Quadrant. I’d lost a job the day or so before and didn’t feel like doing much of anything, but @sylvan-rain sat me down and told me I was going to finish the damn game that night. Sure enough, she partied up with me, did nonstop FATEs with me in this area until I was level sixty, and immediately got me a full party for the final dungeon and trial.

And yeah, I felt a lot better after that.

anonymous asked:

do you have a favorite au you havent talked about yet?

Oh man okay I’ve waited for this opportunity because I’m a huge goddamn nerd and I never get to let it out here but dammit I’m doing it now

Star Trek Au!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (omg this ended up being like 4k so like….maybe dont judge me and hey! its gonna be under the cut so its easier to scroll past (((: )

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A new video meme is sweeping the Federation. “History of the Klingon Empire” - 9 Earth minutes of educational material on the past victories and losses of their bellicose Beta Quadrant neighbor - has proven to be quite the divisive piece of media. In order to avoid war, Federation Intelligence has traced the origin of the video back to DS9, where multiple visiting officials are picking apart the computer systems in order to determine the individual who created it. Odo, however, is one step ahead of them. His voiceprint analysis algorithm has been able to decrypt the modified audio of the narration and find out that the creator is none other than Jadzia Dax! Turns out she created it as part of an in-joke with Worf, her par'Mach'kai. Can the crew scramble a distraction fast enough to halt the Federation’s investigation and save Dax from a court-martial?

31 days of the end of Homestuck art challenge

Hi guys - so I thought it might be fun to start a new Homestuck art challenge that spans the entire comic now that it is over. I will try to do these starting in May… care to join me? Some of these are pretty broad and could be complicated, but really its all open to interpretation. Make it as easy or as hard as you like!

1 – Any Sprite^2
2 – God Tier Powers
3 – Strife
4 – Sylladex Shenanigans (remember those?)
5 – Can Town
6 – Something full of feels
7 – Something that made you smile/laugh
8 – Bec Noir vs Peregrine Mendicant battle
9 – Crossover with any other comic/cartoon/ tv show/ movie etc
10 – Flarping
11 – Fave Kid or Troll’s bedroom / respite block
12 – Talksprite
13 – Dream Bubble Shenanigans
14 – Any Denizen
15 – Alt!Caliope
16 – Consorts
17 – Alpha Guardians
18 – Beta Guardians
19 – Ancestors
20 – OTP (any quadrant)
21 – Beta Kids
22 – Alpha Kids
23 – Beta Trolls
24 – Alpha Trolls
25 – The battle with the Felt
26 – Dirk Decapitation Meme
27 – The new universe frog
28 – The battle with Lord English
29 – The battle with Her Imperial Condescension
30 – The battle with Spades Slick and Lord Jack
31 – The new universe

Trek for Newbies, Part Two: Star Trek Aliens and Where to Find Them

(The other Trek for Newbies posts can be found here.)

The Star Trek universe is home to hundreds of known species of intelligent aliens, and there are countless others who have yet to be discovered, as only a small portion of the Milky Way Galaxy has been explored by the Federation. One of Starfleet’s primary missions is to discover new life forms on previously unexplored planets - or, as you may have heard, “to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no one has gone before.”

In this post, I’ll briefly describe the broad categories of aliens in Trek, explain the basic territorial boundaries of the galaxy, and then get into specifics about the most important dozen or so alien races, including humans, Vulcans, Klingons, Romulans, Borg, Ferengi, Cardassians, Bajorans, Q, Betazoids, and Trill. (Most of this info is under the cut, because good lord this post got long.)

Categories of Aliens in Star Trek

Broadly speaking, aliens in the Star Trek universe can be sorted into two categories - humanoids and non-humanoids.


Almost all of the main characters in Trek are either humans or humanoids, meaning aliens who look pretty much like humans with latex glued to their faces. The real-world explanation for this is, obviously, that they ARE humans with latex glued to their faces, but there’s an in-universe explanation, too: all humanoid species have a common ancestor, the Ancient Humanoids, who seeded the galaxy with their DNA millennia ago. As a result of this, interbreeding is possible between some humanoid species, and there are several mixed-species characters in the various series.

Humanoid species tend to have distinctive personality traits which set them apart from each other - Vulcans are logical, Klingons are warlike, Ferengi are obsessed with money, etc. However, in the latter series it becomes increasingly clear that these are tendencies and not absolutes.


There are also tons of intelligent non-humanoids, who can look like anything from slugs to chunks of rock to puddles of goo to entire nebulas. Think of any crazy sci-fi idea for a lifeform, and there’s a good chance Trek has done it. (The most important non-humanoid characters on the various shows are able to assume a humanoid form, because, well, it’s television.)

Some of these non-humanoids are spaceborne species which live in outer space rather than on planets, like the giant space butterflies, or the giant space jellyfish, or the giant space amoebas.

There are also a bunch of non-corporeal species made of, like, pure energy or magnetic fields or something else handwavey. The most important of these are the Q and the Prophets, both of whom have godlike powers. (The Q are kind of dicks about it.)

Artificial Intelligences

In addition to biological lifeforms, the Trek universe also has artificial intelligences. The main types we know of are holograms and androids.

Holograms are made of light particles and force fields, meaning that they can interact with the physical world. Most holograms are not self-aware, but several of them develop self-awareness throughout the various series; basically, the longer a hologram’s program is left running, the more likely it is to develop self-awareness. The most important hologram characters are The Doctor, Vic Fontaine, and Professor Moriarty. Yes, that Professor Moriarty. He is a recurring villain on The Next Generation. God I love Star Trek.

Androids are humanoid robots. Most androids are also not self-aware; the main self-aware intelligent androids we know of are the handful of ‘Soong-type’ androids, invented by Dr. Soong, who have advanced positronic brains. Data is the main android character on Star Trek, and is a Soong-type.

Now let’s get into specifics! 

In this post, I’ll focus on the species which occur most frequently in Star Trek. But before I get into that, we need to have a quick look at a map…

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One Planet, One Language: How Realistic Is Science Fiction Linguistics?

“You speak Romulan, Cadet?” “All three dialects, sir.” –Lt. Uhura, Star Trek, 2009. Somewhere out in space, in the Beta quadrant of the Star Trek Universe, there’s a planet called Romulus. It’s a planet a bit bigger than Earth, and has about 18 billion people on it. But Earth, with a third as many people, has about 7,105 languages, while Romulus has just “three major dialects.”