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Title: DJs never looked so good
Ship:YOU/HIPBONES
Author/Artist: witblogi
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: you might jizz in your pants.
Disclaimer: lol I only wish i owned that
Notes: Created for both the fic Glitter by anodyna and soixante_quinze and the party in teamashayam
click to make it huge as always. nvm already huge
The room is enormous, overhung by catwalks, lit with an impressive array of lights. These change with the music, swirling and pulsing, throwing color and pattern over the dancers. The floor vibrates under the Ambassador's feet from the thick, relentless bass issuing forth from huge amplifiers. The crowd surges, their many-hued bodies moving as one mass, their faces a blur of joyful abandon.
Above them, holding court over these hedonistic proceedings from the control platform, stands his younger self.
Spock's pale skin fairly glows under the lights as he manipulates the large console. He looks as if it is no different to him to be there than at the controls of a simulator, or a shuttlecraft-although when one would do either of these things shirtless, the Ambassador cannot say.
The Ambassador watches his younger self adjust the controls before him, long and lean, with an air of intense concentration that doesn’t reach his placid face, but is evident in the precision of his movement. Spock removes his headphones, leaving them hugging his neck. A graceful flick of the wrist, a careful brush of fingers and the tempo of the music shifts dramatically. His eyes flick quickly to the crowd, then just as quickly back to the panel.
GLITTER
What do you guys think? Where should I post this? st_reboot? is there a Spock appreciation community somewhere I don't know about?
Ship:YOU/HIPBONES
Author/Artist: witblogi
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: you might jizz in your pants.
Disclaimer: lol I only wish i owned that
Notes: Created for both the fic Glitter by anodyna and soixante_quinze and the party in teamashayam
click to make it huge as always. nvm already huge
The room is enormous, overhung by catwalks, lit with an impressive array of lights. These change with the music, swirling and pulsing, throwing color and pattern over the dancers. The floor vibrates under the Ambassador's feet from the thick, relentless bass issuing forth from huge amplifiers. The crowd surges, their many-hued bodies moving as one mass, their faces a blur of joyful abandon.
Above them, holding court over these hedonistic proceedings from the control platform, stands his younger self.
Spock's pale skin fairly glows under the lights as he manipulates the large console. He looks as if it is no different to him to be there than at the controls of a simulator, or a shuttlecraft-although when one would do either of these things shirtless, the Ambassador cannot say.
The Ambassador watches his younger self adjust the controls before him, long and lean, with an air of intense concentration that doesn’t reach his placid face, but is evident in the precision of his movement. Spock removes his headphones, leaving them hugging his neck. A graceful flick of the wrist, a careful brush of fingers and the tempo of the music shifts dramatically. His eyes flick quickly to the crowd, then just as quickly back to the panel.
GLITTER
What do you guys think? Where should I post this? st_reboot? is there a Spock appreciation community somewhere I don't know about?