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Hey my dudes, please don’t tag/respond to my work that has vulva imagery with anything that suggests that it’s inherently feminine because I, the non-binary trans artist who created it, don’t intend for it to be read that way. 

It’s fantastic if you find empowerment by it or connection to it if you identify as female and happen to have those parts, but my intention is to leave my work ungendered. I hate to see trans/nb identities steamrolled due to people spreading my work with the suggestion that because it’s a vulva it must feminine. It’s not, and I need you to respect that. There are men and non-binary people like myself who have vaginas, who knew!

Thank you for understanding, have a great evening!

anonymous asked:

Ok, so, if you had to pick animals that represented each dai companion, which ones do you think would be best? I saw that mod Sarah had a zoology interest and was a bit intrigued.

OH BOY QUESTIONS ABOUT ANIMALS??? AND DRAGON AGE??? SIGN ME UP!!! ASKING ME THIS WAS A MISTAKE ANON YOU HAVE OPENED THE INFO DUMP GATES I AM A BIOLOGY MAJOR SPECIALIZING IN ORGANISMAL AND EVOLUTION BIOLOGY

Cassandra: Perhaps a cat (any member of the family Felidae, though specifically for Cassandra, Felis catus, AKA the domestic house cat). Cats come in many personalities, just like humans and many other living creatures (not limited to vertebrates, consider cephalopoda). People, however, often associate them with being graceful and powerful hunters, but with also being somewhat standoffish– which is not a trait that is granted to all cats, as any cat owner would know. Most cats are loving and intelligent, too, which makes me think cats (mostly domestic cats, but if any of you are thinking of a black panther, which is just a melanistic member of any of the Panthera species) then go for it.

Iron Bull: A tough one. The bull (defined as any uncastrated males of the species Bos taurus), is the obvious choice– but with now much Bull likes dragons (while unfortunately not a real creature, because they can’t have a spare set of limbs to make wings-reptiles are part of the supergroup tetrapoda, have only four limbs; to have wings, the front limbs must be wings or or they don’t have any at all. In that regard, Skyrim dragons are the more anatomically correct dragons if they were to exist but WHATEVER this is a fantasy universe) a drake is also a very possible choice for Bull.

Blackwall: A bear would be the obvious choice, perhaps Ursus americanus, the American black bear, which is the most wide-spread of bear species and often the ones that wander into human settlements looking for food.

Sera: While many of you think of the a honey bee, any bee that is a species under the genus Apis, I don’t believe this suits Sera. Perhaps a raven, or another member of the genus Corvus. The reason for this is that members of the genus Corvus (which contains such species as ravens, crows, rooks, and jackdaws) are highly intelligent– and known to be ballsy as fuck. They can be taught human speech, and are known to even play tricks on each other for shits and giggles. They are the pranksters of the bird world, and I feel this would fit Sera excellently. 

Cole: A mimic octopus, Thaumoctopus mimicus. Bear with me on this; while all members of the order Octopoda, which are cephalopods, a subgroup of molluscs, are highly intelligent and capable of fantastic camouflage through the use of iridophores and chromatophores (to put it simply, they’re specialized dermal cells that contain pigment to rapidly change color), a mimic octopus is perhaps the best of all at camouflage. A mimic octopus is capable of changing its skin texture and shape to copy other species to blend in– sometimes called ninjas of the sea. Watch this TED Talk for further information: https://www.ted.com/talks/david_gallo_shows_underwater_astonishments 

ANYWAYS, GETTING OVER HOW RAD I THINK CEPHALOPODS ARE, Cole was a spirit who took the form of the mage Cole, in the White Spire. We have no idea what he looked like before then– as Dorian describes most spirits, they look “bizarre (and) monstrous” in their true forms. If a spirit is capable of such mimicry and such intelligence, I can think of no better animal to represent Cole than a mimic octopus.

Varric: A parrot. Parrots are highly intelligent and known for their speech capabilities, along with being v. pretty. There are MANY different members of the order Psittaciformes, which encompass all parrots. It is a very large clade composed of 393 species to date, but I I think Varric could best be represented by an African Gray Parrot, specifically the Congo African grey parrot, an Old World parrot of the species Psittacus erithacus. These birds are SUPER COOL because they’re among the best at mimicking human speech; one in particular in Japan was returned to his family after repeating the address of his home. They’re also known for hearing things in their surroundings and then repeatedly saying it, much to the ire of the humans they live with.

Dorian: This one is easy; a peacock, which comes in three species, though all are members of the family  Phasianidae, which is shared by pheasants, partridges, junglefowl, chickens, Old World quail, and peafowl. These are popular gamebirds, often poor at flying but PRETTY AS FUCK. For Dorian, I think I’ll go with the Indian peafowl, Pavo cristatus– notice the familiar ‘Pav’ in the name, anyone?

Solas: An ostrich A gray wolf, Canis lupus. No further explanation needed.

Vivienne: An orca, Orcinus orca. Orcas are among the most intelligent animals on Earth, known for being beautiful as well as the apex predators of the sea (being cosmopolitan species, like humans, they are found in a variety of environments, across multiple habitats. 

Josephine: A dove, any member of the family Columbidae, which encompasses 310 species. (Fun fact! Members of Columbidae are the only birds that don’t have to lift their necks up to swallow water. All birds except for them have to pull it into the mouths and pull their necks up to swallow). Doves are seen as an international symbol for peace and love, suitable for an ambassador. For her, I think I’ll go with the diamond dove, Geopelia cuneata.

Leliana: Like Sera, I think she would also fit as a raven, but for the sake of being a nerd and introducing another sort of animal, the next runner-up is the ferret, Mustela putorius furo. Ferrets were domesticated for their ability to ferret– that is, to hunt and catch prey, specifically rodents, which often reside in narrow holes and tunnels that humans can’t reach. Being an excellent spy, well, I feel this should explain itself.

Cullen: An African lion, Panthera leo. If anyone has seen his helmet, it should be sufficient explanation, but they are also famed by their beautiful, voluminous manes– just like Cullen!

The moral of this story is: don’t ask me about animals unless you are prepared for the info-dump, because I love the kingdom Animalia so much (I got OVER 100% in a college-level Zoology course, I could regale you for HOURS on Animalia, ranging from Porifera (sea sponges), the basal clade and taxa of Animalia, all the way to Mammalia. I meant to do chores an hour ago but got carried away. Thank you, and enjoy my fangirling.

–Mod Sarah

bkwrm523  asked:

Weird question here; who (if anyone) on the Enterprise, if they unexpectedly met a clone or something of themselves, would have the immediate reaction of "damn I'm good looking." And then flirt with themselves for five minutes rather than do anything useful? Sorry, just bored at work = weird asks.

I interpreted this as TOS ‘verse meets AOS ‘verse, Sara. 

The short answer to your question - Hikaru.

Proper discussion follows. Shout out to @medicatemedrmccoy​ and her beautiful idea of Puppy!Pav. I am in your debt, Sunshine.


Jim Kirk

The Jim’s are a little in awe of each other, at first. 

Brown-eyed Jim can’t believe that he was ever that young, and blue-eyed Jim sees brown-eyed Jim as the shining example of everything he can never be, no matter how he tries.

They find themselves alone, and that’s when it all comes out. Brown-eyed Jim listens in horror at the story of the Kelvin, finds himself suddenly understanding the glittering hardness that reflects subtly from this younger version of himself, the jaded, rebellious exterior that blue-eyed Jim projects to hide his loneliness and his fear, all the hurts and doubts of his childhood. It’s a bit like looking into a cracked mirror, and it breaks Jim’s heart. 

Brown-eyed Jim shares his own story, then, and both Jim’s wonder at the wiles of the universe, how two people who’d lived such vastly different lives could be so fundamentally the same, and how, through it all, the horrors of Tarsus had remained a bitter constant.

They talk long into the night, and they find that they share more than they think - a love of classic literature, an affinity for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, an unprecedented skill at 3-D chess, a deep, unspoken fear of failure, inadequacy.

“Slow down,” says brown-eyed Jim to blue-eyed Jim. “Breathe. Look around you, Jim. Look what you have already. I was well into my thirties before I was given command of a starship. Remember, too, that it’s not the life you’ve lived, but the choices you’ve yet to make that determine the man you’ll become. Keep your face to the stars and the wind at your back, and the rest will follow.”

And this is how the Jim’s discover one last thing that they have in common -

They are both exceptional kissers.


Spock

The Spock’s are cordial and distant to one another. They work in tandem, each one half of a whole, each secretly wondering about the differences in experience and perspective of the other, each one knowing it would be illogical to ask.


Montgomery Scott

The Scotty’s are instant besties. 

Finally, finally, somebody who understands that it’s ill-advised to run a dilithium-depleted starship at warp nine, or that it’s dangerous to manually reroute directly from the matter/antimatter reactor to recharge the phaser banks, or that, yes, captain, it’s downright daft to park an entire fuckin’ starship under the water!

They swap stories over a bottle of scotch, each one more ludicrous than the last, and the gestures become increasingly animated, the interjections increasingly indecent until the conversation finally dissolves into a series of “Nonsense!” and, “Yer off yer ‘ead!” and “God’s truth, sir!” “He didn’t, the roaster!” and “Aye, but he bloody well did!” and “Get tae fuck oot!”

At long last, TOS Scotty places his hand on his breast. “Monty,” he says, as deadly serious as a drunken man can ever be. “It’s been an honor, sir. A pleasure and an honor.”

AOS Scotty feels tears welling in his eyes. “Aye, sir,” he says softly, extending his hand for a heartfelt clasp. “That it has.”


Hikaru Sulu

The Sulu’s are immediately appreciative of one another.

“Hello, there.”

“Well, hello myself.”

They waggle eyebrows, they flirt, they banter back and forth, they wink and blow kisses and slap each other’s asses. They even duel - much to the delight of the Pavel’s.

But it never goes any further than this, because each Hikaru is loyal only to his own Ben, and each Hikaru understands this perfectly.


Nyota Uhura

These two take to each other immediately. It’s an understanding that happens without words - in fact, the Nyota’s hardly speak at all, communicating mainly through subtle smirks and knowing glances. 

“Freaky,” the Hikaru’s call it. 

The Pavel’s agree.


Pavel Chekov

The Pavel’s are a force to be reckoned with.

They remind the Nyota’s of puppies, a bit - small, wide-eyed and almost comically enthusiastic, and way too close for comfort


Leonard McCoy

The Len’s hate each other’s guts.

Well, at first, anyway.

AOS Len circles slowly around TOS Len, who stares him down with a glare worthy of high noon.

“Well, spit it out son,” says blue-eyed Len. “Ain’t got all day for you to form a proper thought in that pretty little head.”

It goes downhill from there.

“An anterolateral approach? My god, man, what is this, the dark ages? A superior method is to -”

“Get. Your hands. Out of. My field.”

“Fine, fine. Don’t act surprised, though, when your patient develops a post-op infection. I’m sure you’ll document it as idiopathic.”

“Get the hell out of my sickbay.”

“Your sickbay? Your sickbay? Lord help us, they’ll let any ol’ idiot with a scalpel onto a starship these days!”

“Oh, yeah? Ironic, coming from you. What is it that you do for your patients, balance their humors? Stick around, then, Leeches, you might just learn some actual medicine. But keep your fossilized fingers to yourself.”

“Actual medicine? Tell me this, hotshot trauma surgeon - Did you wait to finish your residency before you violated your oath, or were you a cold-blooded murderer right out the gate?”

That’s how it comes to blows.


In the end, it’s Jim that they bond over.

AOS Len is impressed at how TOS Len leaps to action, despite the fact that it’s not his Jim bleeding from the head, and TOS Len notices immediately how calm and composed his counterpart is,

Once the Len’s are focused on a common goal, working together becomes startlingly easy.

“Grab the -”

“Got it. Did you -”

“Yup. Check the -”

“I’m a step ahead of you, son.”

One Jim is settled safely in a biobed, AOS Len shoots TOS Len a wary once-over.

“Alright then, Leeches,” he huffs, folding his arms defensively across his chest. “Purely out of curiosity…”

TOS Len gives him a good eyebrow.

AOS Len ignores this. “What approach would you use?”

TOS Len smiles.


They discuss medicine first, because that’s easiest.

They swap stories and surgical techniques, each appreciating the other’s exhaustive knowledge, each impressed by the other’s innovative methods and revolutionary contributions to the field. Leonard McCoy, in any universe, is a prolific surgeon and an exceptional CMO, it seems.

The conversation turns to David.

TOS Len drops his head into his hands. “Different universe,” he mutters, “Same mistakes. I’d hoped you’d been spared that much.”

AOS Len looks at TOS Len, then, and there’s a fire burning in his eyes. “I’ve been spared nothing,” he says softly, and the knowledge passes between them – Jocelyn, David, Joanna, oh, Joanna -  the grief, the fierce regret.

“I’m so sorry,” TOS Len whispers after a long moment.

And he is.


“Does your Jim do this to you?” AOS Len asks suddenly, as they are standing at the edge of Jim’s biobed.

He hasn’t woken up yet.

TOS Len snorts. Son, you have no idea. “My Jim,” he starts, because the words fall so easily from his lips.

He looks at brown-eyed Len then, sharply, then again with an expression of slow wonder.

“My Jim,” he repeats softly, then quicker, harsher, putting the pieces together, “Your Jim. You mean, you and your Jim.”

Brown-eyed Len drops his gaze, then, because he hears the ache in those words, the longing, and he understands.

“It’s not like that, for us,” Blue-eyed Len tells him after a long moment. He’s staring at nothing.

“It could be,” AOS Len replies softly, because he can see it.

He knows.


“Leeches,” AOS Len rounds the corner of the transporter room.

TOS Len is on the pad, waiting for the soft “energize,” waiting to go home.

AOS Len bounds up the steps. “I just…” he starts, pauses, ‘cause he’s not exactly sure just what he’s doing, yet.

“Son,” TOS Len starts, but the laugh in his eyes belies his sharp words. “Didn’t your Mama teach you any manners?” He cocks a teasing eyebrow toward AOS Len. “I believe the words you’re looking for are, ‘Thank you.’”

AOS Len rolls his eyes, but he reaches for TOS Len anyway, offering him a firm handshake. “Take care of him, Dr. McCoy,” he says softly. Brown eyes flicker up to meet blue. “Your Jim.”

TOS Len huffs a quick breath out his nose, gives AOS Len a firm little nod. “Always, Len,” he says with a little quirk of his lips. “Always.”

Kiss On The Cheek

Originally posted by prussiakira

Chekov x reader

Word count: 702

Warnings: Please excuse my Russian accent I tried okay

Tags: Fluuuuuuuff

A/N: I needed some Chekov fluff today so I hope you enjoy <3


It started so suddenly that she didn’t know how to react to it. She was just reminding him to take a nap after his overly stressing shift when it happened. He was running to and fro and after she got through his frantic thoughts with her soft statement he murmured a quick “I will, thank you Y/N.” and starting walking past her. Except he stopped for a second…

…to kiss her on the cheek.

Then he proceeded as if nothing had happened. She had stood there frozen in shock, her cheek tingling and blushing red.

The second time it happened was during a much calmer time. They were walking down the hallway, chatting, when Pavel got a request from his communicator to report down to engineering. Giving her an apologetic smile, he suddenly leaned in and gave her a peck on the cheek, said his goodbye and went on his merry way, as normal as ever. This time her hand shot up to touch the spot his lips had been, staring at his retreating back, completely baffled.

Before she could figure it out, it became a regular thing. Everyone noticed, besides Pavel it seemed. The Captain kept sending her suggestive looks and she was finding herself babbling excuses as soon as anyone wanted to talk to her about ‘her and Chekov’. She was pretty sure the superior officers were betting on them too. She couldn’t understand why he did it and why it seemed so normal to him. Not that she was complaining, but it was getting out of hand and her curiosity was on high.

One day as she sat on the floor of his quarters fiddling with a broken communicator, Pavel was pacing in front of her going on about a stupid mistake he did at engineering that day.

“Pav, stop that, it was nothing, I’m sure others have done worse.” She sighed.

“But ze Captain waz there! He sav it!” he stressed.

“Pav, believe me, the Captain likes you, clumsiness and all, don’t worry about it, he probably thought it was funny.” She shook her head with a smile, eyes locked on the communicator she was screwing apart.

“You really think zo?” He asked uncertainly.

“Yes! Pav, don’t worry about it, you’ve done too many great things for anyone to judge you for that.” She affirmed, shooting him a fond look.

“Thank you, Y/N, you alvays know how to calm me down.” He gave her a soft smile and bent down to her level. Her breath hitched as she saw him leaning toward her and his lips grazed the skin on her cheek. In the spur of the moment, her body clouded her judgment and took control as she shifted her face slightly to the side so his lips brushed the corner of her mouth. She felt him freeze as her heart thumped in her chest, logic trying to catch up as sensations flooded her entire being. What the hell had she just done?!

Squeezing her eyes shut, she leant back and cringed.

“I am… so, so sorry, oh my god, I just… I’m so sorry, you keep doing that and it’s so overwhelming, I couldn’t control myself… oh god, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out, I-“ she was cut off as his soft lips brushed hers again and she gasped. For a moment they were still, breaths mingling, before hesitantly moving together. Her heart was leaping as they separated, eyes shooting open to see the sparkle in his’ brighter than ever.

“Don’t be zorry, I don’t know vhy I started doing zat but I couldn’t stop. I’m kind of glad now, though, I didn’t know you… vell, that you vanted a kiss there?” He rambled, eyes scanning her face as if checking to see if he did the right thing.

“Oh, I want kisses everywhere.” She blurted, only for her eyes to widen at her words. “I mean… you know, I wasn’t against the cheek thing, it’s just nice to have the lip thing too! I wasn’t asking for, um, god why do I talk…” She backtracked awkwardly.

“You vant kisses everywhere? I can do zat!” He gave her an adorable smirk that almost made her faint.

Karaoke Night on the Enterprise

Originally posted by forgifen

Just a silly little thing that hit me hard on the drive home. I blame the podcast crew. Links to music videos in the text.


It’s Pavel’s idea.

He starts it off with a bang (he’s quite the performer). Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar On Me. 

Sulu - not be outdone - is up next. Billy Idol’s Rebel Yell.

Nyota is shoved to the stage next. She hems and haws for a bit, then selects Adele’s Rolling in the Deep. 

She gets a standing ovation.

Scotty, by this point, is more than a little drunk. Five years in deep space, and none of the senior officers would have predicted him to belt Britney Spears’ Baby One More Time with such gusto.

Pav’s back on the stage now, pulling Hikaru up with him. Mulan’s I’ll Make a Man Out of You. Jim laughs until his sides ache.

Jim’s up next. Dolly Parton’s Jolene. He’s pretty sure that he slayed it, too.

Bones takes a little convincing, but Jim’s finally gotten enough liquor in him that he can be shoved onstage (protesting loudly, of course). He’s a little shy at first, but his voice isn’t too bad, and halfway through the first verse of The Black Keys’ Lonely Boy, he pulls the mic off its stand and stalks toward Jim, winking, teasing, dancing. Jim’s having the time of his life, and Nyota is pretty impressed - who would have thought?

This prompts a duet. Ny pulls Bones back on stage, and they sing Johnny Cash’s Jackson together. 

Jim thinks he’s never been as turned on his life. 

Spock absolutely refuses. 

Scotty and Jim give an encore performance of Britney Spears’ Toxic.

Hikaru goes again - Kenny Chesney’s She Thinks My Tractor’s Sexy. Bones laughs until there are tears in his eyes.

Ny joins Hikaru. Their performance of Grease’s You’re the One that I Want leaves Scotty red faced and prompts a wolf whistle from Jim.

Jim and Scotty - Michael Jackson’s Man in the Mirror

Jim serenades Bones with Bonnie Tyler’s Total Eclipse of the Heart.

The night ends with Jim finally, finally convincing Bones to duet with him.

Garth Brooks’ Friends in Low Places.

It brings down the house.

One Last Time

Originally posted by soyiyoyo

Request: Would you like please make a Imagine Chekov properly saying goodbye to the ship’s crew? Because I need that - @putthephaserdownplease

A/N: I deleted the playlist a made to make my friend cry when I moved like a week before getting the request and it would have been such perfect mood music for this. I feel like that karma for making a playlist of song that would make my friend cry. Also Keenser’s totally find; you guys don’t have to worry. Little guy just got all tuckered out. 

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