I think it’s cute in stories when someone learns a new thing for their crush, but also for some reason my mind always turns into “but what if they already knew that skill beforehand and everyone just thinks they learned it for their crush??”
So current thoughts on that is a Human knowing how to make Vulcan spiced tea, and everyone thinking they learned for their crush but it was actually something they already knew how to do, and here are the different possible backstories for it:
1) Used to be really into cooking competitions, competitive tea making was one of them and they learned how to make it then, it’s obvious when watching them because they get really intense when making it and time themselves
2) After a hugely traumatic experience, as a 14 year old they went to Gol, not necessarily to become a master, but just to get their emotions under control and be able to move past it, just a v traumatized Human child running around Gol, under the watchful eyes of the masters of Gol, (possibly becoming traumatized in a different way), and they just never thought to bring it up as an adult
3) They weren’t even thinking about what kind of tea to make, they just opened up some recipes on their padd for tea, made the first thing they saw, and it happened to be Vulcan spice tea that they made correctly
4) Had a Vulcan professor once and made them some of that tea as a last ditch effort to get a nice curve on their final (didn’t work)
5) They really enjoy making tea as a hobby, but can’t stand the taste which is why no one ever sees them drinking tea, but they love making it, they dedicate each week to learning how to make a new kind
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@sun-lit-roses and I were talking about Star Trek food and human eating habits throughout the Trekiverse. So, this happened…
T’Pol eyed the lightly seasoned strips of grilled plomeek carefully arranged on her plate and then glanced across the table at her dinner companions. She found the familiar desert hues and savoury aroma of the three varieties of Vulcan root vegetable enticing. She wondered what the humans would make of it.
“Thank you for sharing this with us, T’Pol,” the man on her left smiled.
“Yeah, I’m looking forward to seeing what passes for grub on Vulcan,” the man on her right added with a smirk.
Captain Archer took the first bite and chewed thoughtfully, “Mmm, not bad.”
Commander Tucker spoke next. “It’s real good, actually, but you know what’d be even better? … if we fried it!” he declared, eyes bright with enthusiasm.
T’Pol did not allow her eyebrows to rise more than a millimeter or two.
“Like Vulcan French fries! Trip, you’re a genius! I’ll comm Chef.” The captain leaned back in his chair.
T’Pol silently took a bite.
“T’Pol? We're only joshing you,” Jonathan grinned widely when he caught her eye.
She looked back and forth between the two men. “You planned this.”
“Yeah,” Trip leaned toward her slightly with his own bright grin. “We just wanted to see you make that face you make when you’re trying not to make that face.”
T’Pol attempted to parse that statement.
“Ah! There it is again, Cap’n!” Trip hollered. Both men laughed.
T’Pol had been immersed in life onboard a human starship long enough to understand that this sort of teasing was frequently used to indicate social acceptance.
Setting her fork down, she eyed her companions seriously. “It is perhaps fitting that you chose such a jest, as frying is a traditional method of preparing this dish… for young children,” she attempted to infuse her voice with a subtle hint of wry amusement.
“Ahh, she’s got us there, Trip!”
“I don’t know about you, sir, but I do try to maintain a youthful exuberance,” the commander declared with a theatrical twirl of his fork.
Both men grinned again and T’Pol’s own lips twitched slightly.
It certainly felt like acceptance.
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Thinking about Vulcans prizing “calm” over “happiness”.
Like how humans look back on their childhood and remember how happy it was - joyful days spent running around in the sun, getting into a bit of trouble, laughing with peers and family - that’s how they know it was a good one.
Meanwhile Vulcans might look back on their childhood and remember how peaceful it was. Quiet days spent studying, the warm glow of candlelit lessons in caves, getting along smoothly with ones peers - that’s how they know it was a good one.
Humans typically chose their friends and romantic partners based on if this person makes them feel happy above all.
The question of “Do you like being with them?” is interpreted to mean “Does being with them make you feel happy?”
But since Vulcans don’t experience (or strive for) happiness there would have to be some other parameter.
So I was thinking about like, what is a good relationship to a Vulcan?
There’s obviously a big emphasis on ‘togetherness’ in Vulcan unions. The Pon Farr ritual Tuvok does with his [hologram] wife involves them committing to becoming “Two bodies one mind” and it’s stated that they give and receive from each other all that they are. There’s also of course the iconic “Never and always touching and touched”. This is all (as was said during T’Pol & Koss’ wedding) “The Vulcan heart, the Vulcan soul, this is our way.”
Vulcans are also (ENT) expected to live together for at least a year after being married - I imagine so that they can bond with and get to know one another.
In SNW T’Pring wants for Spock to honor the commitments he makes to her so in that case T’Pring values Spock keeping his word to her and placing her above other things.
I see a bit of Tuvok in that, where he prizes his commitment to T’Pel over anything else to the point where he’d nearly rather die than break it:
(Even though he eventually agrees to having sex with a hologram it MUST be of his wife and he lets Tom/The Audience know that he will NOT be making a habit of it. There’s no ironclad logical reason for him to react this way as a hologram is not a person but his commitment to T’Pel seems to take precedence and I believe that’s his reasoning. His bond with T’Pel is logical, sustaining and important to him and he’s loath to break it over some bodily need. some desire that will pass even if it kills him.) <- By this way of thinking, betraying T’Pel would be the emotional choice while remaining loyal to her is remaining loyal to his logical self.
A strong emphasis on loyalty to one’s mate seems to be a common Vulcan trait. In the beginning this seems to be rooted in tradition but later on its probably assumed that the couple will be loyal to one another out of some sort of actual connection between two people as opposed to pure obligation.
In ENT T’Pol says that a certain degree of “affection” is eventually expected to happen within a marriage (though the way she says it makes me think this doesn’t always occur and isn’t necessarily The Goal) and her mother says that she and her husband developed a “deep connection” to one another.
All this makes me think that a connection and a sense of ‘togetherness�� or ‘compatibility’ would also be prized over more emotional things like a passion for one another. It’s a partnership above all and that would be prized over a romantic union.
It makes me think of Vulcans’ roots in violence and war. Maybe this commitment to a steady togetherness, two people who don’t know each other being able to work together so seamlessly they nearly become one, is a way to show they’ve moved beyond that despite the pon farr remaining.
Vulcans are a naturally very emotional species. Someone who incites that would probably not be seen as someone you should spend your time with. Someone who makes your heart pound, sets you ablaze, fills you with passion - that sounds like a bad Vulcan time v_v
Tuvok says as much when he talks about how he was struck with “shon-ha’lock”. Humans wouldn’t see anything wrong with having a crush on someone (and indeed in that episode Tom only comes to the conclusion that it’s a shame Tuvok couldn’t act on these emotions) but it’s obvious that even a teenaged crush when uncontrolled can become a very big problem to a Vulcan.
In one of the Star Trek Novels Tuvok even stops being friends with and talking to a girl because she tearfully admits she has feelings for him and he sees that her feelings for him cause her pain.
Instead of thinking “Oh, she really likes me, good! We’re close friends so maybe we can make this work.” or even “I don’t like her romantically but since we’re close friends we can work through it.”
Tuvok thinks “Oh, she really likes me. That must be causing her to become very emotional and I can see she’s clearly upset. I’ll remove myself from her life so my presence doesn’t incite those emotions anymore.”
And while him flat out just cutting himself out of her life might seem weird and kind of cruel and a frankly hilarious reaction to someone confessing their love to you - I also think it’s something he thought of as a kindness. If his presence harms her (stirs up emotions in her) then he will remove himself to keep from harming her.
Along that vein, calmness or the absence of strong emotions would be a good relationship and one worth staying in. Not that there can’t be any emotions (Tuvok and T’Les obviously care[d] deeply for their respective spouses) but that they must be controllable and able to be cast aside in the face of logic.
I also think that “knowing” the other person would be considered very important (after marriage of course). If you’re to operate as a partnership, a team, and especially if you’re both telepaths you should be able to know your spouse pretty damn well. I see T’Pring attempt to do this in SNW where she is constantly fighting to get to know Spock which Spock self-consciously discourages since he’s been told/shown that his human side is unappealing to Vulcans.
But yeah man idk...just picturing a Vulcan and a human talking for hours...walking along the beach...sleeping side by side...getting to know one another...and at the end of it all one says “You make me feel happy” and the other says “Your presence calms me” and it means, essentially, the same thing.
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Games: TNG Taurik x GN! Reader (One-Shot)
A/N: This is such a cute request I made it into a One-Shot.
Prompt: You teach Taurik to play different Earth games, tonight is one of great skill! (Takes place before TNG S7 EP15: Lower Decks)
It was your turn to pick the game for game night again. This had become your Friday Night tradition with your friends. One of you would pick a new game to play at the Ten Forward. Last week Sam brought Monopoly which ended badly. So it was put on the Banned Games List. Sito wanted to try to play a Table Top Role Playing Game but only you and Alyssa seemed interested. (That became your Saturday Night.)
You were digging around in your locker looking for something to do when your fingers gripped a little box. You pulled out the box and looked at it. It was the size of a deck of cards, red, with a black stripe across the front reading, "UNO".
"Perfect." You laughed, thinking of the looks on everyone's faces.
Later that day you joined your friends at the Ten Forward. You were met with a few casual waves by Sito and Sam, Alyssa was already sipping on a pink cocktail, while Taurik gave you a familiar nod.
"What have you got for us this time?" Sam asked "Can't be as bad as your last pick."
Alyssa playfully slapped Sam's shoulder.
"I figured after The Monopoly Incident, we could play something more fun." You said pulling out the deck of cards.
"A card game, how old are we?" Sam asked, "Next time you'll want to play poker with the Senior Officers."
"Are you afraid you will lose again like last time?" Taurik asked raising an eyebrow.
Taurik always found ways to defend your choice. You always did the same for him. He would usually pick strategy games that would take forever to finish because Sam would insist on playing until he beat him.
"No, let's play." Same said
After reading the rules, and dealing out the cards it wasn't long before a few rounds had passed. You had gone through three synthehol drinks before you were completely dizzy and unable to focus.
"Gin Rummy." You said throwing down your plus four card to Sam.
"You mean Uno." Sito giggled watching you sway slightly in your seat.
"Yeah, that." You laughed while Sam begrudgingly took four more cards to his massive stack.
You saw Alyssa get a big smile on her face before writing something down on a blank card and then passing it to Taurik. He looked back at her and then to you only to look back at her. You could feel her swinging her feet underneath the table. She was up to something. You watch as Taurik then pulls twenty-five cards out of the deck only for Sito to let out a snort when she sees the card Alyssa played.
"What's so funny?" You asked playfully narrowing your eyes at them.
"Nothing." Alyssa said innocently, "Just playing to win."
Sito drew a card from the now diminished deck. You looked down and noticed you also had to pull one as well.
"So much for your winning streak," Sam said laying down a card.
Alyssa played another card, "Color change blue."
Then suddenly Taurik was slapping down cards. Before you knew it he was completely empty-handed.
"I believe I have won yet again." He stated proudly.
You all let out a groan throwing your remaining cards in a pile.
"How does he do that?" Sito asked, taking a few sips of water.
"Every time." Sam banged his head on the table.
"I was so close." Alyssa sighed, "I was hoping that card would work."
"You tried your best." You consoled laughing "Let's face it, we're never going to beat him."
"Whatever, let's go again," Sam said but before he could gather up the cards Guinan walked over.
"Time for bed you guys." She said, "Almost everyone else has left."
"She's right, I don't think I could play another round." You said picking up the cards and putting them back in the box.
"You'll have to wait until next Friday, Ensign Lavelle," Taurik said rising to his feet.
Sam let out an annoyed groan, "I think I already know what I'm going to bring next time."
You chuckled and walked out of the bar with your friends. Just as you were about to split up to say good night Sito grabbed Alyssa and Sam's sleeves and called over her shoulder.
"Hey Alyssa why don't we help Sam feel better and grab a quick late-night snack at the Replicator, we'll see you guys later." She said before quickly pulling your other two friends away leaving you a Taurik alone.
You questioned why the sudden change in plans, "I better be heading back to my quarters. I have an early shift."
"Allow me to escort you while the Synthehol wears off," Taurik said, you noticed a light green tint to his cheeks and ears.
You nodded and started walking together. The two of you talked about the game. It wasn't until you were just outside of your quarters you decided to ask.
"What did that card say?" You raised an eyebrow feeling more sobber.
Taurik stood in front of you sheepishly. He folded his hands in front of you and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.
"It was of a personal nature that was illogical to share." He said looking down slightly.
"Oh, well, it is always logical to tell me." You said, your curiosity was burning.
"It may compromise a relationship with someone I hold in high regard." His face was turning a dark shade of green.
"Please, don't play with my curiosity." You said pulling on his arm, "Who is it?"
"(Y/N)," He said unfolding his hands and placing one over yours.
You were shocked this was the first time he'd ever called you by your first name. He looked deep into your eyes. His sweet umber eyes were filled with so much emotion, sadness, longing, and admiration.
"I declare koon-ut so'lik, my desire to be your mate." He shut his eyes tightly, and he gripped your hand as if he was afraid you'd slip away.
"You're not playing games with me are you?" You asked reaching your free hand up to caress his cheek.
"I would never play games with you like that, Tal-kam." He said releasing his grip slightly and leaning into your touch.
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