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๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๏ผ ๐ฐ๐ค ๏ผ ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ญ๐บ ๏ผ ๐ข๐ถ ๏ผ ๐ค๐ณ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๏ผ 21+
In Search of Crumbs
acrylic paint & color pencil on paper, 29x29cm
โ ๐พ๐ฏ๐จ๐ป ๐ซ๐ถ ๐๐ถ๐ผ ๐ต๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ซ ? โ
AN ANSWER FAILED HER or at least one that seemed like it would produce any sensical clarity to either of them. The question held an answer so large Nyota wasnโt sure how to respond for several long minutes. In that time, the dark from the room mirrored the darkness that lingered at the edges of her thoughts, a puzzle to carry with her from birth, to this moment, to seemingly the rest of her days.
Uhura did this on occasion; in these private, silent, and intimate spaces she held with him. Where her mind wandered to the end of the galaxy, gently pulling his hand along behind her, only to stop right at the edge where infinite darkness began.
At long last her mind pulled her back into the present reality, back inside of Spockโs quarters with a far more familiar darkness. Darkness that held no pretense, just as the man of whom she laid her body against. The resolute and unrelenting heat from all of her radiated deep into his skin as Nyota made a brief ascent upward where her head came to rest under the point of his chin.
When the words finally came to her, they came packaged inside of a query; โSpock โ what do you think is out there . . . beyond the galactic wall?โ
This was not the first instance in which Nyota came to her mate with this question; and very nearly each time the way it was asked, changed. The hour of day and circumstance - always different. In some instances appearing as a non-sequitur; as it did now. Conversely โ there was hardly anything random in her question; a question she thought on nearly every day of since youth.
It was hardly untoward for scientists and explorers to pose alike quandaries and wonder grand, mysterious things โ but it was her tone that never implied Uhura was asking for the purposes of science or exploration.
This was a secret thing she asked him โ with no expectation of a specific answer, leaving it to be little more than a rhetorical question, far from direct or specific.
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Her fingers smooth down the midnight hair covering Spockโs chest while her voice breaks through the silence of his bedroom โ โ . . . are you sleeping?โ
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย IN THE DARK, HE SNAPS ALERT at the touch of Nyotaโs slender fingers, long and ruminating across bare skin and the steady heart beat drumming under his ribs. Parsing a quick mental check, his internal time sense tells him that it is close to oh two hundred, the room dim with only the silhouette of her face.
Blinking slowly, he looks down at her.
โ Negative, โ or not anymore, but catching the smooth glide of her hand, Spock attempts to convey through the haziness of sleep that he has no complaints. He shifts slightly, careful not to jostle or deter her gestures โ he desires it, contact, when they are alone like this โ pinning their hands on his chest.
โ What do you need? โ
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I missed them so I drew them in the Klimt pose
My friend asked me how many people on tumblr really watch Star Trek on a regular basis.
Reblog for Star Trek.
Ignore for a soul-crushing sense of being alone in the universe.
exploring strange new worlds...
montgomery from star trek - mixed media influence and 21+. told by olivia | sideblog
The Barbie movie but make it Nuclear Wessels
๐ฟ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฝ๐ด๐๐ฐ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ด๐๐๐ท๐ด๐๐ธ๐ฒ๐.
SUN. egotistical. melted wax wings and fingers. stretching sunburnt skin. the most generous soul. blood in the fruit. halos. anger on fire. high vitality. thunderous laughter. is pride really a sin? halogenic aura.
MERCURY. expansion of the mind. silver-tongued. an everlasting wanderer. polyglot. high dexterity. handwritten letters. innately critical. en vogue. eyes in the trees. hidden libraries. thereโs always room for improvement.
VENUS. in love with strangers. iridescent waters. love potions for your mirror. selfless devotion. shattering crystal. seafoam upon sand. the golden ratio. drowning in your own passion. material value and high principles. luring. plush lips.
EARTH. fresh springs. tree hugger. we can start again tomorrow. a blazing rainforest. respects survival of the fittest. natureโs adversity. lazy bones. constantly evolving. flowers sprouting from wounds. a granite altar. fossilized remains.
MOON. illusory. silver shimmer off the ocean. secrets and gossip. cycles of reincarnation. a crybaby. physically ethereal. shared glances with a stranger. cat eyes. mistrusting their intuition. fear is a prison. ornate magic wands.
MARS. healthy competition. attraction and repulsion. magma and rubies. a blade being forged. wrath, wrath, wrath. malefic. intense eye contact. cannon fodder and fireworks. blood floods. copper taste on your tongue.
JUPITER. red robes and a suit of armor. beacon of stability. leader from birth. thunderbolts and lightning. guilty but canโt stop. secret rich kid. golden touch, golden tears. innate optimist. failure isnโt an option. constantly reaching for more. unfinished symphonies.
SATURN. traditional. overbearing energy. a sculptor of reality. this existence is a karmic one. has a heart; itโs just way down deep. law, order and justice. avoid all necessary risk. the sound of shackles clanging. sisyphusโ struggle. grappling with the reality of time. self-governing.
URANUS. psychedelic funk music. overflowing cups. a rebellion with skin. looking good in photo id. oblivious but caring. middle fingers in the air. double rainbows. icy diamond exterior. holographic. afraid of their own mediocrity. pearlescent smoke.
NEPTUNE. an elegy for the lost. dissolving boundaries. white horses. the burden of mystical conditions. deceptive. escapism is their reality. a polarising entity. artistโs soul. paranoia. searching for the unseen. a sirenโs swan song.
PLUTO. angel statues over graves. power. the cycle of necrosis. transformative. unfathomable depth. an ivory tower toppling over. screaming at the sky. violets and irises. eclipsed darkness. speaks with their shadow. sex, death, rebirth.
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๐๐ฐ๐ถ๐ถ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ถ: @silverjetsystm , @ensnchekov , @brooklynislandgirl , @wcrpbubble , @nightmarefuele , @nursc , @noblehcart , @tangleweave , @he1msman (Scotty or Hikaru!) , @goldshadows , @spybiote , @wnterslder
ENSNCHEKOV โ Indie roleplay blog for Pavel A. Chekov of the Abrams reboot films (Alternate Original Series). Multiverse/crossover & AU friendly, multi-para to novella length writer with a bias towards plotting. Heavily headcanon based with inspirations drawn from films, comics, novels, and the prime timeline. Written / loved immensely by Red, 25+.
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๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๏ผ ๐ฐ๐ค ๏ผ ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ญ๐บ ๏ผ ๐ข๐ถ ๏ผ ๐ค๐ณ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๏ผ 21+
A FUNNY THING TO COMMIT oneโs life to adventure amongst the stars, and yet still be overwhelmed in awe of the infinite splendor of the universe. For a long while she fell into an absorbed gaze with the slow dying star that Starbase 12 had orbited. Then all at once she had been vividly aware of the faintest of warmth from an even fainter touch of fingers to hers. Scotty. A surge of something that teetered on thrill rushed up from her belly, heated by her heart where it left a flush of deep tawny in her cheeks. There was still the giddy sort of excitement that comes with the blush of new love; the kind of newness where the moments come and do so with a flagrant disregard to the laws of timeโs passing. Nyota liked when the moments moved very slowly between them, as they did now; where she felt just breathing each otherโs air would sew them to a fixed point in time - like the universe reaching through itโs own vast abyss to present to them something infinitely precious. A moment that they may claim, a rooted plot on the cosmic timeline - to exist always until its radiance burned through until the last stars. Then she says a silly thing. He smiles when she does. He already had a coin. For a moment she thinks heโs magic. Then he says a soft thing. Nyotaโs hand entangles with his that holds the coin, itโs metal cool against her palm. Their touch was new, tapered, and discreet. Existing in that space where a kiss shared between them numbers a vanishingly thin amount, but each one committed to her memory as though theyโd been with her always. She feels the impulse to commit another entry to those memories and rises slowly from her feet so that her mouth might meet his where finally she kisses him. Nyota kisses Scotty and thereโs a beat of swirling silence; like the silence that lives between the death of the star and the birth of the supernova. And here is where theyโll crack open the fabric of the cosmos.ย Hands moving up and away from his so they could creep featherlight along the avenue of his arms, splaying out flat against his chest, and smoothing the material of his shirt below her fingers. Higher her feet lifted her, deeper her kiss went, and followed by the ascent of her hands to his shoulders; resting finally against either side of his jaw.
The moments between them began disregarding time again, as she was sure she had only just kissed him, yet the swollen ache in her lips suggested otherwise. Just as slowly as sheโd risen to meet his mouth did she descend away from it, but held his eyes with hers so she could say, with great conviction in her heart, she answered his question with a much weightier meaning then either might have expected โ โBoth. Not me. Not you. Us. Both.โ She touches her fingers lightly to her mouth feeling that dull ache there, the place where he had been and she could still feel him there; it had struck her why some had described kissing like a kind of fusion. โBoth,โ she said softer, but committed wholly to what it meant. To Scotty.
"Let's flip coins. Heads, I'm yours. Tails, you're mine."
FACE BREASK INTO A WIDE GRIN. No matter how they flip the coin, it works out in Monty's favor. And Nyota's.
The skin around his eyes crinkle, hues dancing in the pulsing lights of the starbase. Someone thought it was a good idea to have neon light to draw attention to store fronts and galleries.
The station hums under their feet, maintaining its orbit around a dying star. A sight in and of itself but Scotty is trapped by the mischief lining Nyota's mouth.
"Sounds good to me lass. Now, who is doing the flipping?" A hand slips into his pocket as he produces a coin. "You or me?" @haiiling
Nyota did a slow swivel in her chair from the comms station, her back needle straight, shoulders back, eyes fixed to the good doctor, unpleasant a gaze though it was. Though it wasnโt meant for McCoy, no. Hardly. No, the sourness that bore itself into her face was for the lumbering Vulcan that had vacated the bridge a little under an hour ago.
A little under an hour ago where she distinctly heard him make the statement he was headed in the direction of sickbay.
The direction of.
This semantical, Vulcan, bastard.
And she wouldnโt be fool enough to try and provoke him with it if only to spare herself having to hear recited the exact semantics he escaped on.
She slowly blinked and the only indication to the ire that crept up her neck was the way she slung her earpiece across the comms counter.
โI doubt youโre wrong, Doctor,โ Nyota rose from her chair, โโ and I have three guesses where he might be, and maybe you should accompany me, because if I find him first, you wonโt have to worry about tracking him down ever again, because heโs going out the fucking airlock,โ she hissed in a scathing whisper between McCoy and herself.
" Look. I ain't tryin' to piss you off, okay? But I need to know just where the hell he's run off to. An' I know you know who I mean. Damn fool idiot's probably out there blinder than a bat in broad daylight. "
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Star Trek character bio thingies
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The vastness of space was harrowing as it was inviting. She stood there, not more than four foot two, her small button-nose pressed against the window, where she took a great deep breath as the two amber eyes setting behind thick glasses invited in the abyssal darkness running endlessly to forever-and-a-day and beyond. That darkness, however, was also consuming. Consuming in a way that it became a vivid awareness starting as a cold feeling in her toes, that crept up her legs and knobby-knees like a spindly legged spider. An awareness that told her something very old and very slow moved out in that sprawling void. She dearly loved space; but this was ancient space where strange things lurked in the bones and dust of long dead stars and systems. Pushing back from the window, she looked down the long narrow white hallways, the calm blinking lights on the panels of the wall split a joyful grin across her face, following a dreamy kind of impulse to idle left down the corridor โ occasionally giving her high-top, cherry red sneakers an intentional squeak for the sake of the sound alone. After a seemingly arbitrary wander, she had arrived at a rather large arch. Each door panel had a frosted window, with a very long and important looking panel next to it with a constant stream of information, leaving her with a keen feeling she should go inside.ย
The doors opened with the pleasant sound that reminded her of paper sliding against paper; revealing behind them a room that did not disappoint her expectations. All manner of soft white light illuminating even brighter floors, walls and counters. Instruments with great silver knobs and dials, glass jars and beakers of every shape and size containing materials and liquids of every color in the rainbow, and some colors she was certain she had never seen up close with her own eyes. It was perhaps one of the most magnificent rooms she had ever seen or at the very least was certainly amongst her top ten favorite rooms she had ever been in.
An interesting thread of thought of favorite rooms entertained her while she peered closely at what had appeared to be a sentient kind of liquid, undulating in a closed jar, when she noticed two great, earthy brown eyes peering through the same jar on itโs opposite side.
She did not scream (she was, afterall, very brave โ which she knew to be true, because everyone in her family had said so), but rather gasped sharply and covered her mouth to avoid more sounds coming out of it, and stepped to the side so she could see clearly to whom the eyes belonged. A boy.
A Vulcan boy.
She almost stated this very fact. She had the impulse to state a great many facts just then, because she knew more about the planet Vulcan than anyone in her class.
Even Junior Thomas, who claimed he knew everything and he didnโt even know the difference between the Vulcan Ambassador to Earth, Sarek, and Surak the Vulcan who (as she believed) invented logic. He was so stupid. And she was right. And she should say it. And she did. And then sometimes her teacher had to write a letter home to her mother for being unkind.
She resisted sharing any of this information with him with a tremendous effort on her part, for she was profoundly curious and fascinated by a great many and all things Vulcan, as it was one of her most favorite subjects in the whole galaxy to discuss with anyone willing to listen (and very occasionally the unwilling). She had only ever even seen, in person, a very few Vulcans and normally they were there to have very serious and grown-up conversations with her parents.
Vulcans were very grown up.
The boy hadnโt even spoken and she could tell that he was very grown up.
โHi!โ She winced, noting the over excitement in her own voice.
โHello,โ she began again, a little more seriously, in an attempt to try and sound more adult.
โMy name is Nyota Uhura and three facts about me are that I really love space, Carl Sagan is my favorite scientist, and I just turned nine years old.โ
Gingerly, Nyota rocked on the balls of her feet hoping with a great tremendous leap of her heart that he would be interested in looking at the Carl Sagan hardcover book in her backpack, complete with full color pages of planets. It was a very old book that her grandfather gave her for her birthday and it was currently her third most favorite thing she owned.
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I've never played a more perfect card in the 10 years I've been playing this game
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well hey hey, explorers ! so listen, i fell down a rabbit hole of hyper fixation and colors this morning trying to make some graphics for this blog, and i think some of the stuff turned out really fun, i just have ZERO use for any of them. so if anyone wants these for whatever reason, please have at them. you donโt need to credit me, thank me, you donโt have to interact with this post at all. either this can be a fun little holiday surprise in someoneโs day or iโm just out here showing off my trash โ either way, help yourselves!
i have a couple other graphics and stuff iโll be unloading that will also be free to a good blog for anyone who needs them!
โฆ and if you got down here and were like โdamn bitch โ are you colorblind?โ lmfaooo, no, but some of these friggin things would absolutely lead an mf to believe otherwise ๐
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L U N A T I C , cratered with a ษขแดแด โs ๊ฐษชษดษขแดสแดสษชษดแดs . the deep structures of my mind have been irreversibly changed by communion with an ultraterrestrial intelligence . this is my ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐๐ . this is my temple . but i take my weakne๊ฑ๊ฑe๊ฑ && turn them to my advantage . i take my ๊ฑcar๊ฑ && make of them my ๐ค ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . โ
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๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๏ผ ๐ฐ๐ค ๏ผ ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ญ๐บ ๏ผ ๐ข๐ถ ๏ผ ๐ค๐ณ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๏ผ 21+
It was about the fourth time in which Nyota had found herself down amongst the luminous glow and soft hums of the warp core. Normally her time down there was spent in off hours, trying to seem like her presence there was organic and not meant to monopolize the hours of their Chief Engineer. Though no such pleasantry would be the order of her visit, because despite Scottyโs best efforts โ recalibrating the communications array was presenting to be a more formidable adversary than the most battle hardened of Klingons.
โ ๐ผ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ก ๐ก๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐ โ๐๐ค๐๐ ๐๐๏ผ โ she said, only just starting turning it to the left. As though the array was in some kind of conspiracy against her with Scotty, the lights flashed from dim yellows and oranges, to bright whites and blues of being fully operational.
โ โฆ ๐ค๐๐๐๏ผ๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐ ๏ผ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐ โ๐๐ค๐๐ ๐๐๏ผ โ she chased away a bashful sort of smirk by chewing the inside of her cheek.
"IF YOU KEEP AT IT LIKE THAT, it's bound to break for sure," Scotty calls from across the way, wrench hanging from his lips. "Turn it to the left, like I showed you."
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