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Someone please draw Jim getting mauled by a tiny lion 🦁
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their guncle energy was absolutely out of control in the finale
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You’ve heard of Manhandle Him Monday, Touch His Tit Tuesday, Wet Man Wednesday….now get ready for…
Slap His Ass Saturday
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"In a Vulcan where Reform did not happen, a young James T. Kirk walks aimlessly through the Royal Palace in ShiKahr when suddenly an unknown force calls to him. He is there as a gracious guest and he should not intrude in this way, but he does not hesitate when he opens the big golden doors he was powerfully drawn to.
In front of him he finds what, in that very instant, he realised he had been looking for his whole life.
Spock, the Crown Prince of Vulcan."
I can finally show you guys my submission for the Gen/Teen ratings category of the Winter Fandom Kombat 2025 🖖✨
Thank you so much to @eldar-of-zemlya for inviting me, it was both so flattering and fun 💜
See the timelapse of how it was made
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The Captain encounters a merman while exploring a new beautiful alien world.
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#spock#k/s#oh my#this is so amazing#i love this so much#the composition is amazing#i love how you draw everything#:.}#this is amazing#spirk
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was going through my sketchbook and I just now realized how much I like to draw kirk from behind lmao






I like that dork and his round little cheek bones
#art goals through the roof#theyre so soft your honour#op this is so amazing#thank you for drawing this
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when the breakup was so bad that you find yourself making questionable hair changes as a coping mechanism
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My Clive Barker moment. I was attending a San Diego Comic Con in the 1980's and a friend of mine asked me to get some of his Clive Barker graphic novels signed for him. I stood in line and when it was may turn to get things signed I presented the Graphic Novels. Mr. Barker said, "Oh these are well read. You must be a big fan of my work." "These are for a friend. I'm not into horror, my brain comes up with terrible nightmares all on its own." "Really?" Mr. Barker asks as he's signing the books. "Tell me one." (Probably just being polite.) "Okay. I was working in an airport, cutting up dead bodies for airplane food. It didn't really bother me because they were already dead. Kind of recycling because maybe the family couldn't afford a burial plot. So anyway, its my break and I go out to the Airport Lobby to buy a soda. This frantic woman comes up to me and hands me a flyer. "Can you help me?" she asks, "My son went missing here yesterday." I look at the flyer and its the kid I just cut up. That's when the horror of what I'd been doing hit me." Mr. Barker stops signing and just stares at me for a second or two and then says. "That's really fucked up." (Or words to that effect.) "I can see why you don't read horror." Sorry man I didn't mean to freak you out, but you did ask.
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would you be interested in an eepy spock and a wip?
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“Well what does it look like to you bones?” Jim said popping out from behind the curtain in med bay.
Spock sat ‘all zoned out and dissociated’ he remembers Jim telling McCoy, for the duration of the scuffle on planet. once getting beamed up, with or without the perpetrators Spock wasn’t completely sure, he was promptly dragged to med bay by his captain.
“Jim!” Bones yelled “how many times do I have to tell you to wait in the waiting area!”
“I want to know how my first officer is before I take my seat back from Mr. sulu,” he explained.
Spock felt himself swallow, it felt wrong, more warm and strange. Everything about him felt more warm and strange. Jim wasn’t at all hushed- but he sounded much quieter.
“I’m feeling alright captain, just a bit weak,” Spock mustered he was far, far more tired then he had ever felt before. His own voice echoed through his head in a strange way that disorienting him.
“Spock, you don’t look alright,“ Jim doted “I mean doc what do you make of this?”
Bones sighed “it seems that whatever phaser he got shot with down there made him, at least appear, human.” Spock froze, “all the tests I’ve done have completely regular healthy ,human vitals. 98 degree temp, 87 heart rate- and your hearts where it is for a human too, I mean really, Spock- blood oxygen, hemoglobin, blood pressure, it’s all…human.”
Spock looked at the ground. That did explain why he felt so weak, deaf, blind, and twitchy. How would he go on like this? He felt so- so fragile. It was a strange sensation feeling his heart beat in his throat instead of his side.
“…fascinating” Spock mumbled
They both waited for him to continue- but he did not, he just kept staring at his feet.
“I’m relieving you from the rest of your duties tonight, mr.Spock ” Jim said as though he had already made up his mind before the check up.
“Illogical, captain, I am perfectly capable-“
“I’m sure that you are,” he cut him off “but you need time to process this, and you need a nap I’m sure.” He put out a hand “how long has it been since you’ve slept?”
Spock took Jim’s hand automatically and… there was… there was nothing.
There was No warm glow of his emotion, no small image of a forest or mountain range, there was just nothing. It was like he had touched a warm, fleshy mannequin.
Spock couldn’t live like this.
“3 days,” he answered unintentionally starring at Jim’s hand in his.
Bone’s eyebrows shot up “ that’s dangerous Spock! You’re risking brain damage!”
“I’m aware of how Vulcan sleep patterns differ from human one’s doctor. ” Spock said as Jim pulled him to his feet-
exempt his legs were much much weaker than he expected them to be. He stumbled forward, Jim grabbed his arm to steady him- his grip felt so much stronger than it had before.
“Are you alright?” Jim asked, his eyes terrified
“Yes, Jim, I’m fine,” Spock huffed more than anything “though, I believe I could use your assistance on the way to my quarters.”
“Christ alive,” McCoy huffed seeing him stumble awkwardly “You can stay here to sleep you know,”
“I am aware of that doctor,” Spock chimed “I wish to meditate in my quarters.”
Kirk mumbled a soft “of course,” hardly audible as he threw Spock’s arm over his shoulder and pressed his hip into Spock’s side to steady him.
Spock could always hear Jim’s small mutterings before- and if he couldn’t hear them, well, he could feel them. Now he didn’t get anything, he felt like broken radio.
“You ready?” Jim asked softly but closer now. Spock nodded. “Thank you bones, see you soon,” He called behind them as they walked away in tandem.
“Like hell you will!” Bones called back.
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