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Android And Ale
@android-and-ale
Chef. Writer. Lazy Reposter of Nerdiness. This is where I go to be a doofus without judgy future employers looking over my shoulder.
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Currently Writing: One (1) Daily Shoulder Pat
Wherein the crew of the Sh'Raan throw a completely normal party for their young guests.
If youâre new here, have a summary of this 108,000 word fic:
Shenanigans ensue when one middle finger to the Academy too many gets Starfleet Cadet James T. Kirk booted off planet for a summer internship aboard the V.S.S. Sh'Raan.
He's hiding a major secret from the oh so earnest and helpful Vulcans, but the longer he's on the ship, the more Jim starts to wonder if they're keeping secrets from him, too.
Excerpt:
Captain Spisee handed Jim a heavy sheet of rich, cream paper embossed with gold dusted Vulcan calligraphy bearing the shipâs name. It was a bit cheap by the standards of Vulcan stationary aesthetics, but shipboard life meant some sacrifices. In the most elegant handwriting heâd ever had the privilege to lay eyes on, it read:
Human Enrichment and Optimal Health Program:
One (1) Daily Shoulder Pat (more provided upon request)Â
Seventy (70) Seconds of Hug Time Per Week (divided between crew members as you deem necessary)Â
Three (3) Discrete Instances of Daily Praise
Three (3) Structured Entertainments per week
 Minimum of One (1) Social Companion per meal (more available upon request)
Jim looked up from the Human Enrichment And Optimal Health Program and into Captain Spiseeâs luminous brown eyes. There was no hint of mockery or malice there. He was an earnest scientist, possessing both cheekbones so sharp you could cut glass with them and the quadrantâs most excellent taste in guest furniture. Heâd been given a unique task, and on Surakâs Katric Ark, he performed it with the same thoroughly Vulcan scientific intensity he would give the discovery of a new species of cave moss.
âWe would appreciate detailed weekly feedback on the efficacy of our Human integration efforts,â said Captain Spisee.
âYou are not required to reciprocate the Daily Praise,â said Captain Spisee. Despite his words, Jim could swear one corner of his mouth twitched upwards two entire millimeters.
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One of the greatest things that the Enterprise episode Carbon Creek offers is that Vulcans have always been Like This. From the very first Vulcans who stepped foot on Earth, most of them are utterly indifferent to humans, but there's that one guy who's like, "What are you guys talking about? Humans are GREAT. They're super interesting and I am going to pose this as an intellectual fascination, but let's be real, I just think they're neat."
And hundreds of years later, it's still happening.
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Mirrorverse Prince Kirk and Spock, in some disguises. This miiiight be from a little something Spicyshimmy has been letting me sneak a peek atâŚ. hurhurhur
I caught myself being unproductive today so I decided to practice drawing kisses (because I absolutely CANNOT draw kisses).
A lot of the anatomy is still waaay off, but I thought Iâd share the fruits of my labor because one can never have too much Space Husbands on oneâs dash.
(some) refs: [x][x][x][x][x][x] (note to self: save refs as you go alongâŚ)
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From my Mirror verse fic: đĄď¸Hidden Daggers đĄď¸
The meld broke, and Kirk coughed as if coming up for air. His body was slammed back into the mattress, and he suddenly had a very heavy, shaking Vulcan on top of him.
There was a severe sting in the forefront of his skull, and Kirk's headache from before was back with a vengeance, doubling in its intensity. He hissed, gritting his teeth.
Spock let out a pained moan, and Kirk opened his eyes to find his face right above him. Spock had his arms and legs pinned, and his skin was misted by sweat. He looked tortured, and Kirk enjoyed the fact that he had managed to knock Spock down a peg or two.
Still⌠Kirk found his heart squeezed at the sight, even if he had been the cause.
âSpock,â he whispered, âlook at me.â
Spock opened his eyes, and they ached with despair and desire.
âBecause the truth is, tech doesnât have an image problem. It doesnât have a message problem. It has an intention problem. Whatâs wrong with the axe murderer who broke into my house is not that he hasnât successfully persuaded me to buy into his narrative. Whatâs wrong is that heâs trying to kill me with an axe. Similarly, when you launch a product thatâs designed to put millions of people out of work, block access to sources of verifiable truth, replace human creativity with slop, and lower the barriers to every sort of atrocity, the problem isnât that you havenât told the public a good story about those things. The problem is that you are trying to do them.â
I am so tired of short-attention-span, trim-the-fat culture.
All writing advice these days is for how to write like Chuck Palahniuk. "Cut 'think', cut 'feel', cut 'wonder' - only action, only pushing forward, show and move and move and move." What if I could emulate this style, and still don't want to? What if I want to write like Henry James, with three paragraphs of introspective musings between each dialogue line?
The music advice is, "make it shortform, make it Tik-Tok compatible, make it punchy, hit the refrain as soon as possible." What if I want that 10-minute prog rock piece? What if I want that symphony? What if I want it slow and luxurious and lazy?
Movies. Series. Poetry. Bodies. Everything is "trimmed trimmed trimmed trimmed, stripped bare, you have three seconds to win me over, make it airport chic." I don't want to win you over, then, I guess.
I want the fat left it.
I want the pleasure and the indolence and the indulgence.
Fuck this art-advice that's always "your art needs Ozempic."
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Bear religion probably fucking rocks. You're a fucking bear, you're the deadliest thing on earth, once a year an endless supply of salmon just flings itself up the river to gorge on and then you nap for 3 months.
The most delicious food in the world is protected by tiny demons who can defend it from everyone except you. Your natural armor is thick enough that you can just eat the damn hive while they buzz around you. God's chosen animals right there
Regular bears tell stories of angel bears sent by the Bear God, pure white and twice as strong as any normal bear could be, who rule the summit of the Earth and kill all who stand in their path.
And they are right, those bears exist and totally do that. Humans just have fake angels as a cope.
love the idea of bears being the chosen species actually. having a near death experience and glimpsing heaven and realising it's just full of bears, no humans at all, humans not ensouled actually, humans an accidental byproduct of God's plan for bears
