Warrior and Mother
I wanted to sketch something to warm up back into traditional and, going with the Vulcan women warriors mood, and thinking of those athletes that are competing in the Olympics little after giving birth or while still breastfeeding, this came into existence.
More about Vulcan headcanons below the cut ✨
I'm borrowing @ex--astris--scientia idea that I love that Vulcans wear their babies in slings below their chest placing their heads where the Vulcan heart is so they can hear their heartbeats 💜
Also; Vulcan babies are born naturally hairy, with quite long, fine and soft hair like the human lanugo but more abundant, from the shoulders down the forearms and back, the lower part of the happy trail of the tum tum and legs. Some time later they lose the baby hair and it doesn't grow back again till puberty.
When taking the new pictures the light made some interesting highlights in the sketch ✨
More art about Vulcan lore and headcanons:
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Little cute kinda prompt: Kirk loves coming up with the silliest sappiest nicknames to get his Vulcan to blush hehe 💜💜💜
"Babe," Jim says to the ceiling.
"No."
"Darling?" At the affronted silence, Jim tries: "Baby doll?"
Spock huffs. "I believe you are intentionally making them worse."
Jim rolls over to his stomach, flopping an arm over Spock's bare chest with a groan. "You're the one intentionally vetoing every endearment I come up with."
"Then I suggest," Spock kisses the tip of Jim's nose, so close to his face, "that you find a suitable one."
"A suitable one?"
"One that encompasses our relationship."
Jim thinks on it for a moment. Grins in the wake of a complicated puzzle, one that he can turn over in his hand like a Rubik's cube. "Challenge accepted, then."
The first attempt: on the bridge. "Thank you, gorgeous," Jim says to Spock as he hands him a PADD, smiling beatifically. Spock's glare makes his smile drop.
Second: as Spock comes out of the shower, Jim throwing a towel on his wet hair and murmuring, "Hello, sexy," to which he receives a "Absolutely not."
Third: in the rec room, as him and Spock play chess while Bones reads in the corner. "Checkmate, sugar," he purrs, to which Spock simply stands and walks away from.
"The hell are you doing?" Bones asks over his book.
Jim sighs as he sets the pieces back on the board. "Trying to find something more romantic to say in bed rather than 'Spock'."
Bones stares into the middle distance for a moment. Looks back down at his book. "I don't know why I ask."
"He's shooting down every one," Jim protests. "I don't know what to do."
"You stop dicking around and find one he actually likes," Bones snaps. "And leave me out of it while you do."
Jim hums. Considers. "What do you think about—"
Raising a hand, not looking up from his book, Bones says, "Leave. Me. Out of it."
Jim tries a few more over the next few days ("Sweetheart", which was close; "Honey", which was worse; "Bae," to try what the kids are into). None worked. Each one made Jim more and more convinced that Spock may just break up with him to get Jim to stop trying.
Shore leave came, and Jim rents them a modest little cabin in the middle of a field of wildflowers and wood to apologize. A lake spreads far and clear a few miles from the cabin, with a little overgrown path leading to it. Jim finds Spock there one morning, taking notes in his PADD as he observes a few errant wildflowers growing in the crack of a boulder.
"This planet is fascinating," he says as Jim approaches, knowing it's Jim by his footsteps alone. "The flora grows where you wouldn't think it to be. The soil is fertile, and yet these wildflowers chose the sandy cracks of this boulder. Almost in spite of the conditions."
Jim grins, sticking his hands in his pockets, observing Spock's crouched position, the curve of his shoulders. He knows them like old friends by now; could draw his lines by memory.
"Beloved," he says, too soft for human ears to hear, but perfect for a Vulcan's.
Spock turns his head, mouth slightly agape. His cheeks are getting that adorable green tint that Jim loves to be the cause of.
Jim smiles. The sun is warm on his back as he holds out a hand to Spock, helping him up, running a finger down Spock's flushed cheek. "Is this suitable, Mr. Spock?"
Spock's kiss comes fierce and surprising. It takes Jim's breath away as Spock pulls back, his hand folding into Jim's. "Quite acceptable," he breathes.
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Forgot to post this little doodle here.
We were talking about fun baby Vulcan headcanons in a server and I just couldn't resist. Meet little T'Rub'l 🖖💜 (brilliant name by @android-and-ale )
Some of the headcanons we talked about is that Vulcan babies would headbutt or slap people trying to telepathically connect with them, and how that can be something to take into account given Vulcans' superior strength to humans xD
Here's Captain Kirk trying to handle T'Rub'l clinging to his head, while she looks for his qui'lari with her little hands of hers. She noticed there is some kash-tepul exchange between this human and the Vulcan called Spock, so logically she also wants to establish a connection. Despite all Jim handles her surprisingly well 💜✨
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