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thebookofsands:

pointyeared-bastard:

thebookofsands:

//um OF COURSE DARLING! And oh gosh I’m not sure whom… You chose whom he’ll trust more.

[[ *squeals* uuuhhhh probably Nechie tbh. After like, touching her and with his telepathy mumbo-jumbo, he’d realize she was nothing but good news. ]]

//Okay! Are you going to make a starter?

[[ i can! i’m just not sure where to start ;_; ]]

thebookofsands:

pointyeared-bastard:

thebookofsands replied to your post: I wanna try a thread where Spock has l…

//*whispers* I would be down with doing that with Rhee or Nechama or one of my other muses <3

[[ waIT REALLY? PLEASE? honestly any of them i just want someone he’ll trust and let them in and then have them put him back together asdhfjkwag ]]

//um OF COURSE DARLING! And oh gosh I’m not sure whom… You chose whom he’ll trust more.

[[ *squeals* uuuhhhh probably Nechie tbh. After like, touching her and with his telepathy mumbo-jumbo, he’d realize she was nothing but good news. ]]

Up In Flames  

letmespeakklingon:

Seeing Spock so happy was rare, and it was probably one of the most amazing things Nyota had ever witnessed. Squeezing his hand gently when he led her down the aisle, she couldn’t help but laugh quietly — the noise bubbling up from her chest, lighting up her eyes, her entire face really. She hadn’t realised how incredibly happy all of this would make her, probably because the months beforehand had been so filled with stress and crippling depression, but now? All of it seemed so far away, so inconsequential. She could recall nights spent in Engineering, times she got so low she wondered what it would be like to not deal with it any more, nights arguing with Spock. But none of that mattered right now, it would probably come back to bite her later, but for now it was all far and away and she was happy.

But then she saw that woman again, the one she’d noticed earlier… something about the older female through Nyota off. Her composure was strangely rigid, and she didn’t seem attached to anyone in the vicinity. Some part of her brain told her to be alert, that something was very off about all of this, but again, she pushed it away. Clearly it was an irrational feeling, she had nothing to worry about… right?

The hybrid had never seen Nyota so happy; the smile on her lips and the bubbling laughter coming from her was one of a kind. His gaze shifted downward toward her, the small smile on his lips communicating his similar feelings. He knew how difficult it had been for them to get to this point, and the fact they could share their lives together.

He did notice Nyota’s gaze shift, and he looked to where she was — he didn’t recognize the woman at all. But Spock forced himself to ignore the uneasy feeling in his stomach, his focus on his wide. He guided her into the function hall, closing the door behind them in their wedding suite.

They’d have a few moments alone, and Spock took advantage of the moment and pulled her into a tight hug. “I.. I love you, ha’su” he murmured, the smile still on his lips as he spoke. 

"I wish, in a way, I did not have to share you with our guests.."

i did a thing... anyone up for a crossover? ?
baby [open] 

adoctor-notaphysicist:

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The ship is big and scary. That was the conclusion that Leonard had come to, and it was a conclusion that he didn’t like. Tiny, still sort-of chubby legs propelled him forward, step by tiny step, trying to find his parents. Preferably his father, but he would settle for his momma, he thought. He was so busy searching for them that he didn’t even noticed the person in front of him.

They collided, and he fell back onto the floor, straight onto his butt. He blinks furiously, his forehead stinging where it had met a knee, and he has to blink back tears. “S-sorry.”

Spock had just gotten off-duty, and was fully intending on going back to his quarters for some needed meditation. It had been a less than hospitable shift, and the hybrid found himself more tired than normal. As he walked, he was going through his PADD messages, and looked up just in time to run into someone.

But he didn’t see anyone until he looked down, meeting eyes with a young child. Without hesitation, he sunk down to their level, a kindness filling his eyes as he offered the little one his hand. “..are you all right?”

thebookofsands replied to your post: I wanna try a thread where Spock has l…

//*whispers* I would be down with doing that with Rhee or Nechama or one of my other muses <3

[[ waIT REALLY? PLEASE? honestly any of them i just want someone he’ll trust and let them in and then have them put him back together asdhfjkwag ]]

Up In Flames  

letmespeakklingon:

"You are my lover and my teacher, you are my model and my accomplice, and you are my true counterpart. With this ring I promise I will love you, hold you and honor you, I will respect you, encourage you and cherish you, in health and sickness, through sorrow and success, for all the days of my life…"

Her own words were in Swahili, though she’d toyed with the idea of speaking in Vulcan—she wasn’t sure it would fit for her. And oh did she love him, she surprised herself with the amount of emotion dripping from each word. She didn’t cry, though, which also came as a surprise. Nyota was the emotional human, and weren’t they supposed to cry at weddings? Ah well. She didn’t linger too long on the thought.

Especially because after each of them wore their rings, the justice of the peace pronounced them married and Nyota pressed a soft kiss to Spock’s lips. She couldn’t believe it, they were actually married. Bonded. And it already felt amazing, not a hint of doubt invaded her consciousness.

Spock’s eyes grew just the slightest bit glassy as Nyota spoke — the emotion he felt was strong and genuine, and at this moment he felt no need to hide it whatsoever. So he let himself smile, squeezing his wife’s hands as she finished her vows, his lips meeting hers in a soft but completely genuine kiss.

He heard the small crowd cheer and clap, the sound of Jim’s excited yelling drowned out by the reality — he and Nyota were married. Bonded by both of their cultures, and ready to live their lives together. When they separated, Spock smiled, his eyes overflowing with the happiness he felt. His hand fell to his side, fingers still weaved with Uhura’s, as he led her down the aisle, walking tall not because it was proper, but because he was happy.

Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number 
  • 1: Hot, Steamy kiss
  • 2: Cheek Kiss
  • 3: Nose Kiss
  • 4: Forehead Kiss
  • 5: Firm Kiss
  • 6: Gentle Peck
  • 7: Romantic Kiss
  • 8: Eyelid Kiss
  • 9: Jawline Kiss
  • 10: Neck Kiss
  • 11: Collarbone Kiss
  • 12: Chest Kiss
  • 13: Stomach Kiss
  • 14: Kiss Along the Hips
  • 15: Kiss in the Rain
  • 16: Upside-Down Kiss
  • 17: Goofy Kiss
  • 18: Underwater Kiss
  • 19: Forceful Kiss
  • 20: Any of the Above
  • 21: Then there’s tongue
"Mr. Spock."

twothreeonesevenfoursixoneone:

pointyeared-bastard:

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”..Khan. Is there something you require of me?”

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                       Absent-mindedly, his hand, now free of the weapon, grasped his right. At the wrist lay a metallic brace of sorts; every rhythmic flash of the blue light indicated that it was a monitor of sorts, not only to establish the prisoner-turned-rehabilitee, but also to deliver a shock, perhaps a sedative of sorts, were he to lash out. Khan, however, had little intention of the latter discussed.

                       “Whilst I understand that it is not my place to inquire, the idea of the captain deploying weaponry such as this is… disconcerting. What purpose does it have, Mr. Spock?”

       For a moment, his gaze goes to the device around Khan’s wrist — there’s a certain amount of comfort in it’s presence, knowing that the augment could never go as far as to kill anyone. The regulator wouldn’t allow it.

       ”You are correct — it is not your place, so I do not see a reason to give an answer. Although, being the weapon’s creator, I can understand your curiosity. And I can assure you these weapons will only be used when direly necessary.”

"Mr. Spock."

twothreeonesevenfoursixoneone:

pointyeared-bastard:

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”..Khan. Is there something you require of me?”

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                        Those hands gripped a large weapon of sorts, hoisting it onto the workbench and unceremoniously dropped it atop with an audible clank.

                       “You can inform the captain that the weapons I am crafting are progressing; they should be complete and available for use relatively soon.”

      Spock’s eyes turned to the weapon, an eyebrow quirking upward at the way it was handled. But he didn’t comment, gaze returning quickly to Khan. 

     ”Understood — that is good news, thank you.”

     He couldn’t help but be blunt, a growing uneasiness in his chest. The hybrid still wasn’t used to the augment being onboard, none the less building weapons.

Up In Flames  

letmespeakklingon:

It felt like a lifetime, walking down that damned isle, her eyes flickering about for just a moment—and in that moment someone she’d never met fell into her line of sight. There was something off about this woman, something almost menacing… or maybe Nyota was just imagining things. Shaking the feeling away, she focused her gaze on Spock and gave him a soft smile. It was so surreal, this was really happening—this was finally happening. It wasn’t just a far off fantasy any more, it was something real, and she couldn’t have been happier. For the first time in a long time, she felt completely at peace with her relationship with Spock.

Hell, the occasion seemed to be bringing out the best in everyone. Leonard looked happy, his gaze on Jim, Pavel looked like he was going to burst out in tears and Hikaru had a look in his eyes that expressed more than words probably could. Then there was Montgomery who was always an open book, and he lit up the room. She remembered, vaguely, her grandmother telling her that weddings were always so full of happiness and love, and for once, Nyota knew that was true.

Once everything really started, the officiator talking—which yeah, Ny kind of zoned out during—she took one of Spock’s hands. She never thought she’d love anyone as much as she did him, she always thought she’d be more or less on her own for most, if not all, of her life. But then Spock came along and that thought process just kind of fell apart. Still, she’d never thought it would really get this far, never thought things could possibly be this amazing. Evidently, she was wrong.

It took a while, but Nyota snapped back to reality. She felt like she was being watched—which, yes, she was. By lots of people. But the feeling of being watched was… much more malevolent. Something that made her skin crawl. Once again, though, she shook it away when talk of vows started.

His gaze remained on Nyota, even though it flickered over the crowd in attendance briefly — their friends, the crew, were all in the front row. Pavel and Hikaru were together, Mister Scott was right behind them. Spock could feel Leonard’s presence behind him, next to Jim, and Nyota was with with.

It felt oddly perfect, like no other moment the halfling had experienced in his life. He knew it was only the beginning in a long life with Uhura, and the thought made him smile, brown eyes connecting with his lover’s immediately. Spock refused to look away from her, his fingers weaving with hers, silently telling her that he’d never let go. Not ever.

"And now.. the wedding vows" their justice of the peace smiled, looking over to Jim. He dug around in his pocket, offering the gold bands to Spock with his usual shit-eating grin, getting a slightly amused expression in return. 

The hybrid looked to the justice, who nodded, and he started reciting his vows. They’d been simple, but Spock had wanted to recite them in Vulcan — it felt appropriate, plus he knew there’d be a translator for the rest in attendance.

"Nyota… with this ring, I devote myself to you in mind, body, and spirit. I promise to be with you through times of hardship and joy, sickness and in health, for the rest of our lives. You are my ha’su.. and I am eternally grateful."

"Mr. Spock."

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”..Khan. Is there something you require of me?”

lionmxn said:
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kirks-pants:

pointyeared-bastard:

Your character is walking around topless and it’s getting my character flustered. Send “(ʘﻬʘ)” for my character’s response to the situation.

Since when was Jim so muscular? Wow — Spock, focus. C’mon you can focus — yeah no, no you can’t. 

”..Captain? What happened to your uniform, exactly?”

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              “It ripped.”

[  that’s a lie, he actually dropped chocolate ice cream down the front, but he’s not going to admit that unless he has to ]

     ”I see… do you need assistance in getting a new one?”

 [ or, y’know, we could go to your quarters and remove the rest of your clothing. but that’s just a fantasy. ]

Insult my character(s) 

thebadrugardevoirs:

Seriously, do it. Poke at their flaws, insecurities, anything. Make them angry. Everything from petty insults to full blown rants about 101 reasons you suck.

lionmxn said:
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Your character is walking around topless and it’s getting my character flustered. Send “(ʘﻬʘ)” for my character’s response to the situation.

Since when was Jim so muscular? Wow — Spock, focus. C’mon you can focus — yeah no, no you can’t. 

”..Captain? What happened to your uniform, exactly?”