I re-watched this episode recently and got curious. So I went on here and ao3 only to find out that there are a lot of fics of this obscure character.
Good to know we all had the same vision. Keep up the good work 馃
Love that we all saw this man (who only appears in this episode and never again in the series) and collectively went: "what if i fixed him/made him worse"
p.s. i'm not that good at editing stuff like this, but someone had to do it
vulcan eyes have a tapetum lucidum, just like an earth cat's. their reflective nature allows them to have nearly perfect night vision, able to use even the smallest amounts of light to see in the dark.
vulcan pupils are round in low light, but in bright light, they become vertical - just like earth domestic cats.
vulcans have sharp canine teeth. their upper and lower canines as well as the pre-molars are sharper than the rest. this is a remnant from their feline ancestors they evolved from (instead of the primate ancestors of humans).
vulcan infants aren't as helpless as human infants. they are born with the ability to sit, hold their own heads up, as well as lift themselves on their arms. at three months, they are able to crawl and emote as well as a human six to eight month olds. this is due to the harsh and dangerous environment of their planet and the need to adapt quickly for survival.
vulcan infants don't cry, as they have the ability to communicate telepathically upon being born. they are able to transfer their needs through the telepathic bond they have with their parents. the bond is a simple one at first, until the child is able to communicate verbally. instead of complete thought, sensation and emotion is sent through the bond.
due to their feline ancestors, vulcans have the ability to purr and make other sub-harmonic vocalizations.
vulcans also have thicker, stronger nails. most vulcans keep their nails trimmed, mostly due to cultural and hygienic reasons (the same reasons humans tend to trim their nails) if they are allowed to grow out, they can easily become claws.
if a mated pair have sex regularly, pon farr becomes non-fatal. by meeting those needs regularly, the suppressed emotions become more easily to deal with.
if one partner enters pon farr, the bond can assist the suffering partner by influencing their bondmate into their own cycle. this could be considered a false, sympathetic version of the pon farr that ensures that the suffering vulcan doesn't die.
Foolish: DS9 Captain Solok x GN! Reader (One Shot)
A/N: I love this blog @theshadowrealmitself and they kindly gave me permission to use this prompt. (Original Post Here)
Prompt: Solok finds you crying and decides to help you out. (Classic 90s RomCom)
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Solok let out a long painful sigh. He had just finished speaking with a long-winded human Admiral. The facade needed to maintain human social standards was impossible to maintain. He had always found Star Fleet parties to be a complete waste of time, resources, and energy. Nonetheless, he was still expected to attend with his bridge crew.
He mindlessly caressed the side of his glass with his thumb. Even though he was surrounded by people, he noticed how alone he really was. Not even the members of his bridge had bothered to come and speak with him. He shook the feeling from his mind, chalking it up to exhaustion. He decided to try and slip away to somewhere quieter on the station or possibly back to his ship. He set his glass down on a nearby table and slipped out of the ballroom.
He walked aimlessly through the corridors and halls, passers-by began to fade away the deeper in he went. As he turned the corner he heard a whimpering sound. He rolled his eyes slightly before turning a corner to see, a human, (gender), (short/tall), (skin tone), holding a handkerchief. Their face was damp from tears and they looked to be in emotional distress.
"Oh, oh I'm, I'm so sorry." They said straightening up patting their face dry and pulling their dress uniform back in place.
Solok noticed the single gold pin on their collar.
"Why are you here ensign?" He asked rather coldly
"I'm sorry, I was brought here as a plus one by one of my commanding officers. I overheard them, my commanding officer, saying that they only brought me as a joke. I let my emotions get the better of me." They said attempting to wipe away more tears.
This didn't sit well with Solok. He remembered his earlier years at the academy struggling to find his place among the other cadets until he learned to resent them. Then he gained superiority over them. But this was somehow worse.
He knew that humans were slower, weaker, and far more emotional. He never thought they would stoop this low. The idea of humiliating a younger officer through a social event was nothing short of poor leadership and cowardice.
"I guess I really don't belong here." They said
Solok looked into their red swollen eyes, his stomach flipped.
"You are correct you do not belong here, you belong inside, if you care to accompany me I shall assist you." He offered them his arm.
Anyone who knew Solok would have thought that he'd lost his mind. However, that didn't seem to matter as the human gave him a sweet smile. They pressed their hands to their face attempting to alleviate the swelling of their face with their cold hands. When they had thought they looked presentable enough they took his arm.
"What is your name, if I may ask?" They looked up at Solok with a look he had never seen before, admiration, kindness?
"I am Captain Solok of the T'Kumbra. Yours Ensign-" Solok tried to look ahead but he found himself gazing back down at the ensign.
"(Y/N) (L/N) of the Wicked." They beamed, their tears had long dried, their eyes were no longer as swollen, and he could see the beautiful (color) hues. "Thank you, Captain."
"Your thanks is acknowledged." He looked away, a little smile grazing his lips.
I鈥檓 pissed off that we see Solok one time. What the hell. A Vulcan starfleet captain who plays baseball??? For hatred? He鈥檚 tall and he鈥檚 mean but he鈥檚 also beautiful and he has me in a chokehold. So damn it, tell me wtf he鈥檚 all about. How the fsjk did he tell his crew that baseball was rational . He can wrestle me all he wants. I鈥檒l help him write his next paper,
I need a fanfic about a Human who is working close with Vulcans or Romulans. I don't care if it's on a ship or an embassy as long as it's with as many of them as possible.
The Human knows enough about vulcan / romulan society and culture to get by and avoid any major embarassements however the finer details are not known to them, which is why they don't understand why everyone around them gets absolutely flabbergasted at the sight of their pierced ears and painted finger nails.
Meanwhile the Romulans /Vulcans try very hard not to blush and to appear as normal as ever because they don't want the Human to know that such things are more than frivolous because the Human would probably die of embarrasments.