Gender neutral & feminine versions of the Emperor card under the cut
[Image ID: First image: A blue valentine's day card with pink polka dots and an image of Porthos on it. The text reads "You are radder than a whole wheel of cheese, Valentine. To: (blank) From: (blank)"
Second Image: A yellow valentine's day card with pink polka dots and an image of T'Pol in her purple wedding dress on it. The text reads "The Vulcan Science Directorate has determined that you are cute as hell. To: (blank) From: (blank)"
Third Image: A pink valentine's day card with white polka dots and an image of Shran on it. The text reads "The Andorian Mining Consortium runs from no one, but I'd run to you, Valentine. To: (blank) From: (blank)"
Fourth image: A black valentine's day card with white dots and an image of Captain Archer on it. The text reads "I got faith of the heart that nobody's gonna bend or break you / I got faith to believe that you can do anything, Valentine. To: (blank) From: (blank)"
Fifth image: A dark red valentine's day card with the Terran Empire logo in the corner and an image of Mirror Hoshi on it. The text reads "Be the emperor to my Empress. To: (blank) from: (blank)." There are small crown images next to the words Emperor and Empress. End ID]
[Image ID: The image on the left is a version of the fifth card from above, but "Emperor" has been replaced with "co-empress".
The image on the right is also a version of the fifth card, but "emperor" has been replaced with "monarch". End ID]
[Gif ID: A simplistic red heart swinging open to reveal a picture of Mirror Hoshi Sato on one side and the text "Empress Sato my beloved" on the other. End ID]
Image description: A digital drawing of Mirror Hoshi and Mirror T'Pol from Star Trek Enterprise. They are standing side by side, holding hands and facing the viewer. Hoshi is wearing a golden sun crown and T'Pol is wearing a silver moon crown. Hoshi is wearing purple lipstick and blue eyeshadow, and a long dark blue dress with a silver armored chest plate decorated with intricate swirls. T'Pol is wearing a long purple dress with a golden chest plate that is also decorated with intricate swirls, as well as pointy shoulder plates. She is wearing purple eyeshadow and blue lipstick. She is holding a dagger at her waist. Hoshi is holding a sword by her side. Both are smiling. End ID]
[Gif ID: A simplistic animation of a red heart swinging open to reveal a picture of Mirror Hoshi Sato on one side and text reading "Empress Sato my beloved" on the other. End ID]
[Image Description: A vertical two panel comic of Mirror Hoshi and Mirror T'Pol from Star Trek Enterprise. The first panel depicts Mirror Hoshi leaning down over someone, holding a knife and looking angry. The background is dark blue and star-speckled. She is wearing blue eyeshadow and saying "I'll cut your throat! That'll shut you up!"
The second panel depicts Mirror T'Pol lying on her back on dark green grass, looking up at Mirror Hoshi with the knife at her throat. She is wearing purple eyeshadow and saying "You're beautiful..." End ID.]
Here's a little Mirror!T'Poshi thing I wrote taking place ~1 year after they have run away from the Empire and joined the Resistance. Enjoy :)
Her breath was coming quick and shallow, little gasps filling her lungs as her face contorted. She was not going to cry. She hadn’t cried since she was a tiny, tiny child- and she wasn’t going to cry now.
Her vision was blurring at the edges, hot tears spilling into her eyes as the corners of the room swam. She sat down on the edge of her bed and pressed her lips together hard. She gripped the blankets in her fists as her throat began to hurt. The combined weight of everything that had happened in the past year- and to be honest, her entire life- seemed to press down on her with its full weight for the first time. Phaser fire echoed distantly through the years, and the faint scars criss-crossing her torso seemed to ache. She struggled for composure, breathing through her clamped jaw and crushing the thin blankets in her fists. A tear slipped from her eye as she squeezed her eyelids shut, and with it, a dam broke. She began to sob, pressing the back of her hand to her mouth as she cried, hot tears falling from her prickling eyes as memories washed over her.
Reaching out, grabbing for her mother as the ringing of explosions sounded in her ears, the heat of phaser fire scorching at her skin- the sting of a blade to her throat, the slam of her back against a cold metal wall- the loudness of a voice in her ears, white-knuckled grip on a railing- hands roaming over her skin, the veneer of confidence as fear burned a hole in her heart- the slam of boots on the ground, the whipping of cold air on her face- her entire body was shaking.
A gentle hand on her hand pulled her out of her head. She hadn’t realized how loudly she must have been crying. She looked up through puffy eyes to see T’Pol, face stoic and unmoving as always. Her voice was muffled, as though Hoshi was hearing it from the next room.
“Take my hand. Look at me.”
Hoshi obliged, curling her fingers around T’Pol’s, locking her own streaming eyes with T’Pol’s sharp brown ones. “Imagine your emotions as a swirling ocean. The waves are tall and rough. The clouds are dark and gray.”
Hoshi complied, imagining a roiling dark sea that crashed away within her soul, waves climbing and breaking with the sound of screams. She squeezed T’Pol’s hand. Her skin was soft and warm. “You are in control of the ocean. Take hold of the waves. Imagine the sea beginning to calm. The clouds are starting to clear.”
Hoshi took a deep breath and did as she asked. The dark and terrible ocean was calming. The waves began to soften their arcs, angry seafoam dissolving in the softly lulling currents. Sun was beginning to shine on the water’s surface from between the clouds. Her face began to relax. The echoing screeches and burning faded away, retreating back into her memories. She took one deep breath. Two. Inhale. Exhale. The ocean was calmly lapping at the edges of her consciousness now, the clouds shrunk back down to idle cumulous puffs. She slowly opened her now drying eyes, releasing her tight grip on T’Pol’s hand. The air was cold on her wet cheeks. T’Pol’s eyes gazed softly into her face, her lips pursed in a worried expression. Hoshi hastily wiped the tears off of her cheeks with her sleeve, swallowing and pulling herself up into a more dignified sitting position. T’Pol got up from her kneeling position on the floor and sat next to her on the bed.
Hoshi spoke first. “Don’t you dare tell anyone about this. I’ll kill you.”
T’Pol’s face remained stoic. “I assure you, your secret is quite secure.”
Hoshi swallowed again and averted her eyes. “... thank you for.. That. It.. it helped.”
She felt T’pol shift beside her on the bed. “You’re welcome. It is a simple meditation technique to soothe one’s negative emotions. I use it often. I could show you others, if you like.”
Still staring intently at the floor, Hoshi nodded. “They might come in handy, I suppose.”
“Very well.” T’Pol got up and walked over to the bathroom of their shared room and closed the door behind her, leaving Hoshi alone with her thoughts. Crying. Crying. She had cried. How long had it been? Decades, at least. What was happening to her? Had leaving the Empire done this to her, stolen away her strength? And she’d required support, from a Vulcan. And yet, she was not as angry about this as she thought she should be. Crying had felt… nice. Like a dark mass that had built up in her chest, heavy and dense, had lightened just a bit. But she was vulnerable now. That was rule one of survival: Never allow yourself to be vulnerable. She could never go back to the Empire now- not that she could have before.
She got up from her seat on the bed, almost in a trance, and began to strip off her uniform, folding it and laying it on the floor. She had to wait for her turn to use the bath, but she needed something to do as her mind raced. Memories that had been shoved down, back too far to touch her, had surfaced and poured over her consciousness like lava while she’d cried. She hadn’t been strong enough to bear them before. But here she was, remembering them, and surviving. Maybe leaving the Empire hadn’t stolen away her strength. She could still swing a knife with the best of them, could still stare death in the face and refuse to blink. And now she could remember and survive.
She had had to relearn so many things in the past year, and it had been a long and arduous process. Everything she knew, or thought she knew, a lie. People she’d always placed beneath her were now her superiors. The Empire she’d lived to serve was inevitably going to crumble under its own weight, and it had shoved her to the side as if she were nothing. What was one more changed definition in the grand scheme of things? Strength was ruthlessness, cunning, physical power. Strength was others fearing you, strength was smiling with a knife in your hand in a sea of blood. And yet, she had had all that, and still had all that. Maybe strength wasn’t tarnished by vulnerability. Giving others an opening to hurt you was how you died. You show weakness and you are crushed. But she had shown weakness and T’Pol had not taken the opportunity. She had shown weakness and T’Pol had responded with… help. Kindness. And if the Federation’s records on that ship had been any indication, people seemed stronger when help and kindness were offered, when they stood together.
Perhaps that worked on a smaller scale as well. Perhaps… paradoxically… vulnerability was they key to strength. Maybe this was the first step to growing stronger, tempering herself like a steel blade.
She thought of T'Pol and mused that this new strength might be the best thing that had happened to her yet.
