Spock, actually!

What would I do without you?

drew spock for my good friend @eleheba on twitter based on plato’s stepchildren, but gayer

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I just wanted to draw Spock wearing this typical old man outfit, but I decided to draw Jim too.

Sorry to the non-Italian followers but this has huge umarell vibes so

OMS Jim and Spock hanging out at the Starfleet hangars watching construction works for new spaceships and complaining that “they don’t make them like they used to, in our times it was different!!1!”

zine-esque(s) 

I know its probably been asked before but does spock find human ears(specifically kirks) attractive? like how some people really like pointy ears

I have no self control

so like i get that vulcans already have affectionate nicknames (ashayam, k’diwa, etc) but i was thinking like. what would the vulcan equivalent of like. “honey” or something be?

and i had the WEIRD thought like “what if spock just straight up called jim ‘water’ or some very logical and bland shit like that”

but then i was thinking. and like. that would actually… kinda??? make sense??

because water is one of the necessities for all life (okay not ALL, but most) and spock comes from VULCAN, which is a fucking. DESERT PLANET. so water is something that’s probably pretty cherished? and also in pon farr, vulcans are like “i burn” and all that dramatic shit. and like. water…… puts out fire?

so basically if a vulcan called you “water” they would be calling you

this got me looking at VLD. here are my proposed Vulcan pet-names:

more along the lines of “honey”:

and the closest I could find to honey:

i literally can’t stop thinking about this.

okay so maybe these are all too emotional or illogical to be traditional vulcan pet names but maybe amanda starts using these for sarek and eventually EVENTUALLY sarek starts using them back

and like jim n spock are visiting them on vulcan and jim overhears and is like “spock why the fuck is your mom calling sarek all those foods” and spock explains and jim is like “🥺babe we gotta start doing that” and spock declines but jim starts doing it anyway (and spock does too but only in private)

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Finally it's doneeee! Aaaa *cries*

Based on the beautiful song "Cien años"🎶

Well, if you notice the kind of content I consume, you'll probably notice I'm a huge romantic (ugh); I had been stuck with this song for weeks and thinking of Spirk feels, so this comic ended up happening,,,

The general concept is, they're ofc pining for each other, but while tos is mutual, aos is more of a one-sided thing. Perhaps Spock Prime's appearance will help him realise smth important ✨

I struggled a lot, i hated every step of the process, but this only made me aware of how much I need to keep on learning to get better! I'm annoyed-motivatied here, I'm invested in comics now, so wish me luck next timeeee aaa. We can do this!!

Also, I'm forever grateful with @amokspock for helping me with the translation of the lyrics ✨💕

You're incredibly kind, thank you truly for your advice and your support 🥺🥺🥺

Found tribble earrings

#okay but uhura wearing these #imagine #would they not be her favorite pair (from rurinnfane)

They totally would.

Another Uhura/T’Pring piece.

I wasn’t going to finish this one because I noticed it looks a lot like the last T’Uhura I drew, but then I remembered no one’s paying me to do this and I can do whatever I want 🥳

(But I do have a ko-fi if you wanna help me buy groceries 😎)

Say what you will about The Final Frontier, but the characterization is pretty perfect when each of the Triumvirate doubts the “God” to which Sybok leads them:

KIRK: Excuse me. …I’d just like to ask a question. …What does God need with a starship?

Kirk, the diplomat, starts politely, but quickly asks a glaring, pragmatic question. He doubts because this makes no sense from a tactical, action-based perspective. It’s a failure of leadership. There’s no reason a god couldn’t create their own starship, or need a starship at all. If Kirk can think outside the box, any god should certainly be able to as well.

SPOCK: You have not answered his question. What does God need with a starship?

Spock echoes Kirk’s question after “God” zaps Kirk and declares it all the proof they should need. Spock doubts because the “answer” doesn’t match the question. The being refuses to answer the question in a logical fashion, highlighting the fact that the answer doesn’t really exist, and the being is incapable of summoning a logical answer. Instead, it hides knowledge, hoping its display of force will be enough. A god, for Spock, would be a being of perfect logic. This isn’t it.

McCOY: I doubt any God who inflicts pain for his own pleasure.

McCoy is most likely to believe at first because he wants to in his heart - he’s the one who rebukes Kirk, “You don’t ask the Almighty for his ID!” when the captain asks his pointed question. However, when “God” demonstrates power by first striking Kirk and then Spock, it’s the absolute worst thing to do for McCoy’s belief system. Bones can’t abide a bully who takes out aggression on other beings. Bones believes in life and mercy and compassion, and the just use of power. He sees the big picture, but is also the most focused on alleviating individual suffering; therefore, when his family gets hurt by a being who could have chosen mercy, Bones nopes out immediately.

You know what they say: if you’re gonna fight God, you might as well do it in character.

Pairings: OMS Kirk/Spock Timeline: Post-TSFS and pre-TVH Rating: T Summary: Spock forgot something important. If only he could…

.*Remember*.

Wooden oars rolled against an onyx ocean littered in stardust, sending gentle ripples toward an infinite horizon. Spock lifted his chin. Stars above, stars below. Stars in the darkness, stars in the sea. Stars and stars, endless and everywhere.

This was…where, though? And how did he come to be in such a place?

Where were the others? Others… Were there others? He could almost remember…

The oars fell limp upon release and Spock sat back, swallowing hard with a furrowed brow and observing the smooth curved floor of the celestial rowboat he inexplicably found himself in. It was made of Shi’Kahrian lumber, a dark and strong wood. And in the air, a distant hint of spice hung—something akin to traditional Vulcan incense, but the scent was also markedly different. Familiar, foreign…everything here was each of these things at the same time.

But he was wearing white. And he never wore white.

Spock lifted his hands, studying the lines creasing slender palms and then curled his fingers into fists three times for good measure. Dark eyes rose to their surroundings once more and slowly, his hands fell back to his sides. He had the sensation of touch, the ability of free thought, and the curse of sentient will, all while surrounded by a prison that had no bars or walls. No guards, no sentences, no exits or endings. He felt no hunger or thirst, no pain.

All there was were stars. Stars above, stars below…

Though there was no real sense of time in this place, a precarious impulse had been imprinting on him for what he’d deemed too long now; it was a notion that he should rest: rest, let his lashes fall, give up on all these questions for the meantime, and simply allow this boat to take him where it willed.

Yet…

Remember.

Over and over, the word reverberated in the depths of his mind.

Remember? Remember what? If it was so important, how could he have forgotten? What he needed was right there however, right there, just beyond the range of recollection. It was so close, and the only thing standing between him and peace.

Spock jerked forward suddenly, reaching for the oars and beginning to row again. To where? Anywhere, or nowhere at all. Anything to keep him moving, because he had a strange, albeit unfounded suspicion that if he did close his eyes, they might never open again.

That was a hunch.

Vulcans didn’t experience hunches.

…

He began rowing faster.

Continua a leggere

He couldn’t touch me.

Wrestling in the glittery sands of Vulcan