Working On Archiving!

(not actually trekmystars I just have the url now)

[approximateknowledge]

ok so hear me out

[heimeldat]

[lonicera-edulis-ghost-blog-deac]

This is something experimental (I didn’t even want to post it here), no well thought out concept here, I was working on appearances only. Star Trek universe actually has their own elf/dwarf like races (the episode with Spock’s dad), but how could I pass by klingons.

[lonicera-edulis-ghost-blog-deac]

I remembered about targs.

[lonicera-edulis-ghost-blog-deac]

Here is my not so good attempt to make this AU. From the summer, and I disliked it, it doesn’t work ʕ ﹷ ᴥ ﹷʔ

[wrathkitty]

Silver Q - (finally!) A one shot from "Hello, My Dear"

“You’re about two hundred years too early to be wearing that outfit,” he drawls, referring to your mid-24thcentury uniform. He lifts an eyebrow. “Or a billion years too late depending on which side of the timeline you’re from. Who are you?” 

“Just me,” you answer simply, raising one shoulder in a shrug. 

He scrutinizes you a second time, growing irritated. You are not a Q, or one of those insufferable, insouciant Travelers. Aside from the El Aurian, you’re as pathetically human as everyone else on this odious planet. Yet somehow you are less-than-human, and more…more. There is an undefinable quality about you that suggests you have been alive far longer than you appear. But stranger still is your undeniably affectionate smile. No one ever looks at him affectionately. And now that it’s happening, he is not entirely sure if he likes it. It means that you know his secrets and where all the skeletons are buried and may have even helped him dispose of one or two. 

You’ve picked up his newspaper and started skimming the headlines, and blink in surprise when he plucks it out of your hands. 

“Answer me,” he barks. “Who. Are. You?”

You musingly tilt your head, mulling over the question. “How did you put it? An adorably harmless angel of death?”

His face twists. He cannot afford the luxury of squandering his powers on putting a maybe-mortal upstart in her place, but pride gets the better of him. Teeth clenched, he snaps his fingers (successfully, this time) and whisks you both to a more secluded area. 

Silver Q - A Hello, My Dear One-shot

Hello, My Dear - Stories of the life and times of Q and his mortal more-than-just-a-friend, Ensign Reader. Because being omnipotent doesn’t mean a thing when it comes to relationships.

@nildespirandum @caffiend-queen

@mareebird

@my-fic-corner

@captainchris-pike

@trekmystars

@airmitchbaby

@fanfic-fangirl

@witchy-moon-kitty

@spacedadpicard

@android-boyfriends

@reileth

@herbalsingularitea

@idolofthevatican

@tinkerbelldetective

@mayhemmachine

@scrumptious-finicky-illusion

@just-the-hiddles

@paranoiac1963

@kawallchan

@coolcannibalkool-aid

@lady-of-black-roses

@fndmsrndmyfckinglfe

@toozmanykids

@dangertoozmanykids101

@impalaanddemons

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@essence-stealer

@last-of-cheese

@onlydrawnbad

@gaitwae

[only-tiktoks]

[star-trek-dumb-comics]

I CAN FINALLY POST THIS !!!!!

Sooooo I've made a Star trek picrew for you OC and avatar needs :)

スタートレック Star Trek アバター作成

Star trek OC/avatar maker. Include multiple alien species. スタートレックのキャラクターとアバターメーカー。いくつかのエイリアンの種も含まれています。. Author: https://star-trek-dumb-c

I've made it so that you can play with multiple species (in total, human, klingon, cardassian, bajoran, ferengi, andorian, aenar, denobulan, vulcan, romulan, trill, orion and android), mix and match things ! This is a beta release, so to speak, so it's not perfect, but I'm gonna add stuff to it in the future (especially backgrounds, I find it really lacking there but I have been working on this for SO LONG I couldn't add anything more rn)

Yeah like I just said this took me a whole month and a half to do, working on it on nearly all of my free time. And trust me, it was a chore. You don't know true pain if you haven't spent whole afternoons just exporting PNGs. So yeah I really hope people use this lol, don't hesitate to share !

You can use as an icon, edit and change the background if you want, just tag me where you use it :D (or just to show me what you made. I'd love to see your characters !)

Also feel free to suggest stuff to improve or add, I already have a few things planned for the next version but I'm open to ideas. Also tell me if anything doesn't work properly. Some parts can look jenky at first but most of them are movable so you should be able to make everything work. (fyi some parts are obviously not meant to work together, like half the haircuts and klingon ridges)

Have fun !

[archivewilliamrikerstblog]

Let’s Get You To Bed - William Riker x Reader

Summary: Riker helps the Reader to bed.

Word Count: 400+

Rating: SFW

Author’s Note: Summary is lame I know, but I’m trying not to give everything away here.

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[wrathkitty]

Happy almost-birthday, "Hello, My Dear!" Here's a snippet from the next one-shot...

He angrily knifes his gaze into yours, but instead of looming before you, tall, dark, and terrible, he is the one who begins to drown. Your eyes – your familiar, guileless eyes – bathe him in a warmth he’s not felt since…

The blood drains from his face, leaving his skin the colour of chalk. 

“You,” he gasps. “It’s – it’s you. But – I lost you.” He falters, suddenly doubting the countless millennia spent trying to forget. “Didn’t I?”

Your smile is as sweet as he remembers -- and he remembers. The sight of you, you, not merely a fever dream that he has long since buried away, tips his memories violently on end and flings him back to the night he had left you behind.

Hello, My Dear - Stories of the life and times of Q and his mortal more-than-just-a-friend, Ensign Reader. Because being omnipotent doesn’t mean a thing when it comes to relationships.

@nildespirandum @caffiend-queen

@mareebird

@my-fic-corner

@captainchris-pike

@trekmystars

@airmitchbaby

@fanfic-fangirl

@witchy-moon-kitty

@spacedadpicard

@android-boyfriends

@reileth

@herbalsingularitea

@idolofthevatican

@tinkerbelldetective

@mayhemmachine

@scrumptious-finicky-illusion

@just-the-hiddles

@paranoiac1963

@kawallchan

@coolcannibalkool-aid

@lady-of-black-roses

@fndmsrndmyfckinglfe

@toozmanykids

@dangertoozmanykids101

@impalaanddemons

@et-tu-bro

@theboardwalkbody

@natashacrane

@essence-stealer

@last-of-cheese

[wrathkitty]

Computer, What Are the Dimensions of an Average-Sized Sheet Cake? - A new one shot from "Hello, My Dear"

“Why do you want to come to Captain Picard Day?” you asked curiously. “It’s not going to be very exciting, just the kids giving him a few presents, and then cake and ice cream.”

Q spun his chair to face you and crossed one lanky leg over the other, smirking. “So what you’re saying is that there’s oodles of opportunity to liven things up.” 

“Yeah,” you admitted. “And I’m sure you’ve got plenty of bright ideas.”

“Always,” he boastfully declared, “but I fail to see any merit in gilding the lily with my genius when the flower in question is nothing more than a garden variety weed. I do have an offer, however.”

A chef’s hat appeared on top of his head, perched at a rakish angle.

“Let me bake the cake.”

The smile immediately dropped from your face.

“No.” You adamantly shook your head, already envisioning a hundred different disasters scenarios. His definition of ‘cake’ could span anything from stale petit fours to a gagh trifle the size of a planet. 

“Why not?” he protested.

“Because I don’t trust you to not do anything weird!” you exclaimed. “And Commander Data is making the cake anyway, so it doesn’t matter.”

“Is it a crime to have two cakes at a party?”

“No, but –”

“Oh, Ensign, give me a chance,” he coaxed, putting on his sincerest face. The hat disappeared, and he swept forward from his chair and onto one knee before you, obsequiously gathering your hands into his. “I’ll be good. Truly I will. Please?”

Computer, What Are the Dimensions of an Average-Sized Sheet Cake? (Chapter One)

Hello, My Dear - Stories of the life and times of Q and his mortal more-than-just-a-friend, Ensign Reader. Because being omnipotent doesn’t mean a thing when it comes to relationships.

@captainchris-pike :-D Happy Captain Picard Day!

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STREAM DATA.EXE IMMEDIATELY

[wrathkitty]

I Haven't the Vaguest Idea What You're Talking About - another Hello, My Dear one-shot

I Haven't the Vaguest Idea What You're Talking About

He was on his way to pay 1994 a visit when he decided to take a brief detour and drop by the Enterprise. (To check on the frogs, not you). If he happened to run into you in the process, so be it – he was ready to resume closing arguments whenever you were.

He had not, however, been ready to find Reginald Barclay queasily depositing crickets into the terrarium upon his arrival.

Several minutes were spent in furious contemplation from inside your lava lamp.

One, how did Barclay have access to your quarters?

Two, why was he feeding your frogs?

Three, what were the odds of you not figuring out who had turned him into an Altarian dung beetle?

Poor, he concluded, watching Barclay’s tiny legs frantically peddle the air in a desperate attempt to flip himself back over. The odds were very, very poor.

Scowling, he had restored the holodeck sycophant back into bipedal form, deposited him on the doorstep of Engineering for Geordi LaForge to deal with and went straight to back to where he'd left you.

As Q Like It - Stories of the life and times of Q and his mortal more-than-just-a-friend, Ensign Reader. Because being omnipotent doesn’t mean a thing when it comes to relationships.

@nildespirandum

@my-fic-corner

@firstofficer-tilly

@trekmystars

@airmitchbaby

@fanfic-fangirl

@witchy-moon-kitty

@rougesage

@spacedadpicard

@android-boyfriends

@reileth

@herbalsingularitea

@idolofthevatican

@tinkerbelldetective

@mayhemmachine

@scrumptious-finicky-illusion

@just-the-hiddles

@paranoiac1963

@kawallchan

@witchcraftandwoofers

@coolcannibalkool-aid

@lady-of-black-roses

@fndmsrndmyfckinglfe

@cipherwheeldecoder

@toozmanykids

@dangertoozmanykids101

@chronic-overthinking

@impalaanddemons

@et-tu-bro

@hawkeditrixk

@caffiend-queen

@theboardwalkbody

@natashacrane

@essence-stealer

[hotchswifey]

YOUR WRITING MAKES ME SO HAPPY. LIKE AHHH IT HITS THE SPOT! I loved ur Wesley fic it was so cute. (I requested that one, don't tell) But like. I noticed that you write for RIKER! So, what about a riker x reader soulmate au fic? I saw that you did the "first words" one for Wes, and I wanted to give u a challenge, so I was thinking... what about the soulmate au where whatever injuries one soulmate takes, flowers bloom in that spot on the other person? Take ur time!

william riker x gn!reader: flowers

babeeeee 🥺🥺🥺 thank uuuuuu

oooo i love a challenge!!!! also i took this as the flowers bloom for a couple hours/days (mattering on the injury)??? idk if that's right bc ive never seen this before???? 

warnings: none??? maybe a bit of injury/bruising/pain to both riker and yourself, soulmate au

the first flower that ever popped up (that you remembered, of course, infants were bound to hurt themselves, after all- it was no major concern) was on your ribs. you liked them. it was pink and floral and perfect. until you're mamma told you why it were there. then you didn't like it so much.

the second and the third and the fourth and the ninety ninth flower that popped up were small. nothing too concerning. it was just small bumps and scrapes- generally they were on your knees.

the first major flowers that bloomed- or the first bouquet of flowers that bloomed- was on your side, just below your ribs. it looked quite literally like your soulmate had been hit, quite hard, with a heavy object. what you didn’t know is that your soulmate, william riker, had been playing anbo-jyutsu with his father. and his father had hit him pretty hard- then told him to walk it off.

his first bouquet was on his ribs and side. now, you didn’t quite remember what had happened, but you knew you said something to piss some other kids off- and they had kicked you pretty hard. will was worried then, even at eight he was- well, even at eight, he was william riker. 

you hadn’t had a many flowers bloom since you were a kid. people grow up and they stop injuring themselves quite so often- they become more physically capable, they develop tougher skin (quite literally).

but, when you did- you knew instantly who your soulmate was. 

it happened on the bridge. 

the enterprise had gotten into some trouble with an invisible entity. and the entire ship was currently being thrown around. you knew you’d be okay- this was the enterprise after all, and jean-luc picard. the ship had never gotten into any trouble it couldn’t get out off. 

whilst the entire ship was being thrown around, and you were holding onto the wall at the back of the ship, trying to get the comms system back on to try to communicate with geordi, commander riker had gotten thrown into the railing. 

you felt the familiar feeling blossoming on your ribs.

exactly where he had fell.

it wasn’t that the flowers hurt. it was just there was a sharp pain whilst they were blossoming. it only lasted for a couple seconds- but it was noticeable. gods it was noticeable. you grabbed onto your side, almost falling to the ground as you struggled to hold onto the ship as it shook whilst managing your pain.

your eyes met will’s for a split second. he seemed to notice. your friend will.

your best-friend’s ex will.

the pain went away, as you tried to forget about the pain will must be in. 

but, the enterprise was fine, after all. you? you certainly weren’t. was your friend, will, your soulmate? was the man you had had a crush on for a year, your soulmate?

he entered your quarters later that night. as scheduled. you had scheduled it. yesterday. before you found out-

his voice was calm. like he wasn’t going through it, just like you- because he was. of course, he was. how could he not be? you- the beautiful leitenant. you- the one he wished he had the courage to ask on a date. him. william riker, the dubbed “ladies’ man” of the enterprise, couldn’t ask you on a date- he was nervous. and you, perfect you, was his soulmate? how lucky was he?

incredibly so.

you tipped your head towards the ground when you opened the door. you kept your head that way when he entered. you noticed his hands. he looked nervous. why? had he figured it out? of course, he had. this was will. smart, brilliant will.

“are we just going to ignore it?” he asked, after two minutes of awkward silence as you both stood feet apart from each other.

no. no. you weren’t going to ignore it. 

you walked up to him, with sudden bravery, grabbing his face and kissing him. 

jesus christ. this was it.

“no... we aren’t,” you mumbled out as you pulled away slightly, your eyes flicking from his lips to his eyes.

“good...” he mumbled back, pulling you back against his lips. this was it.

[luciferrous]

*realizing I haven’t drawn a single decent background recently* huh

((Very small apologetic voice: also I have a print shop))

[wrathkitty]

The Sucker’s Luck plot gremlins are recalcitrant little sh*ts, so here's another one-shot from "Hello, My Dear"

That Wasn't the Actual Question

The wheels in Q’s head spun at warp speed as he puzzled over your reasoning, fumbling his way through the process of trying to see a situation from someone else's perspective.

(You had given him step-by-step instructions. Step One: Don’t provoke the Borg. Step Two: Starting every sentence with 'you mortals’ is insulting, so stop doing it. *Please see the accompanying definition of what does and does not constitute ‘insulting.’ Step Three: If you have reached Step Three, come and get me because there is the very real possibility you are about to start a land war in Asia. Step Four: Bring bloodwine.)

His eyes widened.

“That’s why you were crying,” he realized.

“Why else did you think I was crying?” you asked blankly.

He arched an eyebrow.

“I had assumed they were tears of joy, of course.”

Hello, My Dear (main fic) - Stories of the life and times of Q and his mortal more-than-just-a-friend, Ensign Reader. Because being omnipotent doesn’t mean a thing when it comes to relationships.

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[wrathkitty]

Hello, My Dear - Chapter Seven

“Then why not now?” That petulant half-whine in his voice was back – as usual, he heard what you had told him, but he wasn’t listening. “It’s as good a time as any, not to mention spares me from having to constantly worry about you tripping over a warp coil or catching a disease.”

God, how could anyone omniscient be this dumb?

On a good day, Q possessed the emotional maturity of a toddler. Dangle something shiny in his sight and he would pounce without a care for any other parties involved.

This had not been a good day.

You were exhausted, mind, body, soul. Ordinarily you had time to strategize the best approach of stuffing him into another person’s shoes (never mind making it seem like it was all his own idea in the first place), but you didn’t have the energy to try and reason with an entity who at the first sign of the dreaded ‘no’ would pack up his toys and go home.

Out of options, you resorted to cheap tactics and mercilessly deployed the deadliest weapon you had in your arsenal:

You burst into tears.

Hello, My Dear - Chapter Seven

Summary: Stories of the life and times of Q and his mortal more-than-just-a-friend, Ensign Reader. Because being omnipotent doesn’t mean a thing when it comes to relationships.

Tags under cut! And tremendous THAAAANK YOUs to @plastic-heart , who ended up becoming my unofficial beta. Mwah.

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[wrathkitty]

A Snippet from “Hello, My Dear,” by special request…

@witchcraftandwoofers 🍪 ✨ (Hopefully you’ll catch the Monty Python reference.)

“Why did you change your mind?” you asked, baffled.

Q flashed a bitter smile.

“Oh, it was simple, really – I was handed a double-edged sword, straight from the universe herself.”

“A…sword,” you echoed slowly, monotone.

He nodded.

“The universe didn’t happen to be a woman lying around in a pond, was she?”

He stiffened and threw you an irritated scowl.

“I’m speaking metaphorically,” he answered sourly. “And if you bring up ponds again, I’ll sink the Enterprise into a lake, and you had better hope Picard is more adept at fencing than he is with a fishing rod, or Mr. Data is going to be permanently waterlogged.”

Your headache was beginning to come back.

“Have you ever heard of the Kobayashi Maru?”

He thought a moment, temporarily forgetting his ire, and then shook his head.

“I’m pretty sure this is worse.”

Hello, My Dear

(Tags under cut, and I feel like I am missing someone who I forgot to tag last time and asked me to tag them. Aaarg.)

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[wrathkitty]

Does the Other Party in This Hypothetical Scenario Go By Some Form of Epithet, Identification, or Nomenclature?

Q seeks relationship advice from the Enterprise’s resident expert: Data.

(Who else would he consult? Mr. Homn?)

“Commander Riker often uses gifts as a means of communicating his remorse to Counselor Troi after committing a transgression,” Data remarked.

Q’s eyes narrowed.

“Gifts? What sort of gifts? Flowers? Chocolates? Promises he doesn’t intend to keep?”

“I see you are already familiar with Commander Riker’s style of gift-giving,” Data said, looking impressed.

Q let out a noncommittal hum and absently scratched Spot behind one ear.

“A trend I have also observed is that the scope of the perceived transgression often stands in direct correlation to the gift itself,” Data added, still trying to be helpful. “Not necessarily with regard to physical size, but rather grandiosity.”

“So what you’re saying is if Riker made passionate love to Beverly in the middle of Sickbay under the guise of empirical research, giving Deanna ten chocolate sundaes as penance wouldn’t cut it.”

“Correct.”

“What about twenty chocolate sundaes?”

Data started to answer, paused in thoughtful consideration, then shook his head again.

“I believe twenty chocolate sundaes would also be insufficient.”

“As Q Like It” - The Professor of the Humanities

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[wrathkitty]

Snippet from the next chapter of “Hello, My Dear”

“What do you want?” he asked softly.  

Abject vulnerability was an odd expression to see on his face, but he wore it well.  

“To be with you,” you told him simply.

The breath left him in a sharp exhale.

“You have me,” he said readily. “For as long as you like.”  

“However long it takes to make an honest Q out of you, right?” you teased, feeling silly.

“A thousand lifetimes,” his reply was instant, “at least.”

The bulk of so many of your conversations were built on sarcasm, and you were unpracticed at sifting through these rare instances of bare-faced honesty.  

This wasn’t one of those moments. He was serious.  

✨ 

Hello, My Dear

Stories of the life and times of Q and his mortal more-than-just-a-friend, Reader. Because being omnipotent doesn’t mean a thing when it comes to relationships.

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