still alive! :D K/S post
okay, I really need to breathe some life back into this journal D: sorry about that! >_>
anyway, I've posted some Star Trek work recently on my FF.Net and my DevArt. I'll link some here :)
Right Here, Drop the World:
"Spock joins Starfleet to explore his human-side, and in his search he finds…Jim Kirk, the very definition of Human."
Rated M
Histoire d'un Amour:
"This is a collection of drabbles/short stories with the main focus on K/S. I will be experimenting with genderbending, using always a girl!Kirk and possibly always a girl!Spock, or a actual genderbending; male-gone-female. It's different from story to story."
Rated M
other than that, not much going on fanfic wise. I finally finished a Bleach story of mine though! HitsuMatsu, you can fin it here;
Of Rumours and Sake:
" Why is it that Hitsugaya can resist the heaven that is pressed against his very face day after day? Shinigamis speculate and spread rumours..."
Rated M
today though, I did 5 music drabbles :) still Star Trek fandom, with K/S pairing. sorry, Rurouni Kenshin fans D: it's where my muse is right now. I'm hoping it'll loosen my writing enough to pick up RK again :)
anyway, here's the drabbles! :D
1. Magnus Weideskog - 20 år
He’s turning 20 and he doesn’t really know what to do with his life, but that’s nothing new. He’s sitting by the quarry, heavy intoxication subdued by the chilly night-air to a heavy buzz. The sky’s expanding above him; dark blue with diamonds mocking him with their beauty, as he sits in dirt and bleeds.
Breathing in deeply, the smell of alcohol and smoke and blood is overpowered by the crisp air of the dry nature around him. He doesn’t know what he wants, but he knows what he doesn’t want. It’s easier to dismiss possibilities than seek them out.
He doesn’t want to become a hero; he doesn’t want to die only to be glorified. He doesn’t want to lose the love of his life and fuck up his kids. He didn’t want to become what others said; a criminal, a failure, maybe a chance to become his father’s son.
Smiling, he ignores the sting of a broken lip. 20 years, he never thought that’d be difficult.
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2. R.E.M - Shiny Happy People
It’s almost sickly amusing to watch, he muses. Shoreleave couldn’t have come at a better time. It’s been 10 months and two weeks since the Enterprise embarked on its 5 year mission, and its young crew had grown to fit their ranks and their roles on the ship. He was proud, ridiculously so. But the last few strings of missions had taken their toll, and so the stop by one of the few pleasure planets nearby had come as a greatly anticipated break.
Seriously, they were fucking holding hands around him; couples letting their hair down and those unattached eagerly seeking out pleasant company. Perhaps ironically, he was glad he wasn’t approached.
These shiny, happy people deserved what they could get, and he wasn't about to sully their mood. He was perfectly happy himself to merely observe, and wouldn’t that make Spock do a double take.
Snorting, he downed his drink and gestured for another. Just one more, then he’d go outside, and put the stars into a perspective he hadn't observed properly since he left Earth.
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3. Eliza Doolittle - So High
It’s fucking insane, Jim thinks, holding onto whatever he could of the warm body before him. “Don’t leave,” he slurs. His head is aching, but nowhere near as much as his heart.
“You are not in your full mental capaties, Captain.”
Oh, if only he knew. “I just…need you to know, Spock. I need you. I want you.”
Yet Jim knows it’s not for him, and the way he stiffens in his arms tells him so.
“Selfish,” he hisses, and Jim’s arms drop and he’s backing away. That’s right, he needs to let him go. He nods. “Yes.”
Spock is happy; he knows that, can see it in his eyes. Why is he trying to destroy that? He doesn’t know, there’s something wrong, and then he collapses. Time is up, is his last thought, before darkness frees him.
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4. R.Kelly - Chocolate Factory
“So, you got in a big fight, what’s the deal? People proclaim their hate all the time when emotionally compromised, doesn’t mean they always mean it, you know.”
Spock stiffened. “This is true? If a human during an argument says they hate you, it is not always the case? I was given to understand such a proclamation would mark the end of a relationship, quite logically.”
“You just have to win her back, that’s all!” Jim shrugs, grinning. “And I have the perfect recipe!”
“I beg your pardon?” Spock looked confused. Oh well, he’d be too if he’d been Spock and Uhura had dumped him. Seriously, how is she NOT hanging onto him with claws and teeth?
“First, woo her with some flowers and apologies. Do some of that logical shit, but add some emotion and make her feel as if that only happens around her. Well, that shouldn’t be so difficult…anyway,” Jim rambled, getting up from behind his desk where Spock had first cornered him with this conversation, “take her out for dinner, and put on some meaningful music.”
How Spock could look vaguely amused under the circumstances should've been his first clue something was wrong, but he was quite caught up with his own genius. “What kind of music would you suggest, Jim?”
He grinned. “Chocolate factory, by R.Kelly. Old Earth song, real smooth and icky sweet. Makes a good song, given that gorgeous skin and your fondness for chocolate, yes?”
A pause. “But Jim, your skin is too fair to resemble anything but white chocolate. I do not think it would be appropriate.”
Hold on a minute, he must be missing something. Spock not-smiled, eyeing him fondly. Yes, definitely missing something.
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5. Travie McCoy - Billionaire
“You know what be awesome, Bones?”
He didn’t know, nor was he very inclined to find out. Perhaps….
“If I became a super-awesome Captain with an endless supply of credits. Like, a billionaire times a thousand.”
…no, ignoring the problem most certainly did NOT get rid of it. Dammit.
“Jim, shut up and eat your vegetables,” he grumbled, thinking it was too…in-the-middle-of-the-day for this kind of crap.
“But seriously, I’d buy everything I’d always wanted! Doesn’t that appeal to you? Oh yeah, and I’d be on the front-page of every magazine all over the Federation, and just imagine how many chicks, dudes, both or of various unknown genders I’d get to bang! Seriously, I’d buy the fucking Enterprise if they haven’t given it to me for my awesome by then!”
He shuddered. “I didn’t want to ever imagine how many STDs a person could possibly contract, but you continue to horrify me Jim. Also, fame isn’t all that great and you know it.”
“Yeah yeah! A man can dream, right?”
“I’ll remind you of this conversation sometime, Jim, because I know the need will arise.”
“So you think I’ll be an awesome, unbeatable billionaire times a thousand Captain, do you, Bones?”
“No, I think you’ll go down in history for all those STDs and end up as a prime example in every medical textbook all over the federation. Are you seriously gonna make me shove those vegetables down your throat, you fat bastard?”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, mum.”
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anyway, I've posted some Star Trek work recently on my FF.Net and my DevArt. I'll link some here :)
Right Here, Drop the World:
"Spock joins Starfleet to explore his human-side, and in his search he finds…Jim Kirk, the very definition of Human."
Rated M
Histoire d'un Amour:
"This is a collection of drabbles/short stories with the main focus on K/S. I will be experimenting with genderbending, using always a girl!Kirk and possibly always a girl!Spock, or a actual genderbending; male-gone-female. It's different from story to story."
Rated M
other than that, not much going on fanfic wise. I finally finished a Bleach story of mine though! HitsuMatsu, you can fin it here;
Of Rumours and Sake:
" Why is it that Hitsugaya can resist the heaven that is pressed against his very face day after day? Shinigamis speculate and spread rumours..."
Rated M
today though, I did 5 music drabbles :) still Star Trek fandom, with K/S pairing. sorry, Rurouni Kenshin fans D: it's where my muse is right now. I'm hoping it'll loosen my writing enough to pick up RK again :)
anyway, here's the drabbles! :D
1. Magnus Weideskog - 20 år
He’s turning 20 and he doesn’t really know what to do with his life, but that’s nothing new. He’s sitting by the quarry, heavy intoxication subdued by the chilly night-air to a heavy buzz. The sky’s expanding above him; dark blue with diamonds mocking him with their beauty, as he sits in dirt and bleeds.
Breathing in deeply, the smell of alcohol and smoke and blood is overpowered by the crisp air of the dry nature around him. He doesn’t know what he wants, but he knows what he doesn’t want. It’s easier to dismiss possibilities than seek them out.
He doesn’t want to become a hero; he doesn’t want to die only to be glorified. He doesn’t want to lose the love of his life and fuck up his kids. He didn’t want to become what others said; a criminal, a failure, maybe a chance to become his father’s son.
Smiling, he ignores the sting of a broken lip. 20 years, he never thought that’d be difficult.
-
2. R.E.M - Shiny Happy People
It’s almost sickly amusing to watch, he muses. Shoreleave couldn’t have come at a better time. It’s been 10 months and two weeks since the Enterprise embarked on its 5 year mission, and its young crew had grown to fit their ranks and their roles on the ship. He was proud, ridiculously so. But the last few strings of missions had taken their toll, and so the stop by one of the few pleasure planets nearby had come as a greatly anticipated break.
Seriously, they were fucking holding hands around him; couples letting their hair down and those unattached eagerly seeking out pleasant company. Perhaps ironically, he was glad he wasn’t approached.
These shiny, happy people deserved what they could get, and he wasn't about to sully their mood. He was perfectly happy himself to merely observe, and wouldn’t that make Spock do a double take.
Snorting, he downed his drink and gestured for another. Just one more, then he’d go outside, and put the stars into a perspective he hadn't observed properly since he left Earth.
-
3. Eliza Doolittle - So High
It’s fucking insane, Jim thinks, holding onto whatever he could of the warm body before him. “Don’t leave,” he slurs. His head is aching, but nowhere near as much as his heart.
“You are not in your full mental capaties, Captain.”
Oh, if only he knew. “I just…need you to know, Spock. I need you. I want you.”
Yet Jim knows it’s not for him, and the way he stiffens in his arms tells him so.
“Selfish,” he hisses, and Jim’s arms drop and he’s backing away. That’s right, he needs to let him go. He nods. “Yes.”
Spock is happy; he knows that, can see it in his eyes. Why is he trying to destroy that? He doesn’t know, there’s something wrong, and then he collapses. Time is up, is his last thought, before darkness frees him.
-
4. R.Kelly - Chocolate Factory
“So, you got in a big fight, what’s the deal? People proclaim their hate all the time when emotionally compromised, doesn’t mean they always mean it, you know.”
Spock stiffened. “This is true? If a human during an argument says they hate you, it is not always the case? I was given to understand such a proclamation would mark the end of a relationship, quite logically.”
“You just have to win her back, that’s all!” Jim shrugs, grinning. “And I have the perfect recipe!”
“I beg your pardon?” Spock looked confused. Oh well, he’d be too if he’d been Spock and Uhura had dumped him. Seriously, how is she NOT hanging onto him with claws and teeth?
“First, woo her with some flowers and apologies. Do some of that logical shit, but add some emotion and make her feel as if that only happens around her. Well, that shouldn’t be so difficult…anyway,” Jim rambled, getting up from behind his desk where Spock had first cornered him with this conversation, “take her out for dinner, and put on some meaningful music.”
How Spock could look vaguely amused under the circumstances should've been his first clue something was wrong, but he was quite caught up with his own genius. “What kind of music would you suggest, Jim?”
He grinned. “Chocolate factory, by R.Kelly. Old Earth song, real smooth and icky sweet. Makes a good song, given that gorgeous skin and your fondness for chocolate, yes?”
A pause. “But Jim, your skin is too fair to resemble anything but white chocolate. I do not think it would be appropriate.”
Hold on a minute, he must be missing something. Spock not-smiled, eyeing him fondly. Yes, definitely missing something.
-
5. Travie McCoy - Billionaire
“You know what be awesome, Bones?”
He didn’t know, nor was he very inclined to find out. Perhaps….
“If I became a super-awesome Captain with an endless supply of credits. Like, a billionaire times a thousand.”
…no, ignoring the problem most certainly did NOT get rid of it. Dammit.
“Jim, shut up and eat your vegetables,” he grumbled, thinking it was too…in-the-middle-of-the-day for this kind of crap.
“But seriously, I’d buy everything I’d always wanted! Doesn’t that appeal to you? Oh yeah, and I’d be on the front-page of every magazine all over the Federation, and just imagine how many chicks, dudes, both or of various unknown genders I’d get to bang! Seriously, I’d buy the fucking Enterprise if they haven’t given it to me for my awesome by then!”
He shuddered. “I didn’t want to ever imagine how many STDs a person could possibly contract, but you continue to horrify me Jim. Also, fame isn’t all that great and you know it.”
“Yeah yeah! A man can dream, right?”
“I’ll remind you of this conversation sometime, Jim, because I know the need will arise.”
“So you think I’ll be an awesome, unbeatable billionaire times a thousand Captain, do you, Bones?”
“No, I think you’ll go down in history for all those STDs and end up as a prime example in every medical textbook all over the federation. Are you seriously gonna make me shove those vegetables down your throat, you fat bastard?”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, mum.”
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