#khan-stid

[majormiles]

SPOCK: I calculate the odds of him attempting to kill us at 91 .6%. KIRK: Fantastic.

[pummedraws]

I finally did art again. Not my best, still trying to figure out how to draw him and I haven't done anything in aaaages... But I'm okay with it. :]

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

Thank you so much for the tag, my friend--you know I appreciate every chance I can get to promo my work!

So, five favorites? Honestly, it's hard to choose, as most of my work remains WIPs that are currently languishing for updates. I'm going to exclude my one-shots to narrow down the field - and base this list on both the story and the quality of the writing. Hoping that they might get a little bit of love and some new readers!

Of Magic, Miracles, and Moonlight - Stephen Strange x OFC. Slow burn romance, older man/younger woman, mentor/student, friends-to-lovers. Pre-Infinity War. Contains Mature Content. WIP, currently 19 chapters.

A Khan By Any Other Name - Khan Noonien Singh x OFC. Adventure, danger, angst, romance. Pre-Star Trek Into Darkness. Contains Mature Content. WIP, currently 12 chapters.

The Secret of Salvation - Major Jamie Stewart x OFC. War Horse AU. WW I. Angst, prisoner of war, romance. Contains Mature Content. WIP, currently 5 chapters.

The One That Got Away - Benedict Cumberbatch AU, where he is primarily a stage Actor with some movie/television appearances. Benedict Cumberbatch x OFC. Takes place during a production of The Taming of the Shrew. Castmates to friends to falling in love, slow burn, jealousy, lots of angst. WIP, currently 18 chapters.

Scarlett and the Professor - Tumblr exclusive. An original, erotic, paranormal romance, based on a discontinued roleplay. All original characters. Takes place on an unnamed Caribbean island. Older man/younger woman, professor/student, supernatural elements bringing them together, romance, angst, forbidden desires, light kinks with foreshadowing of darker kinks. Contains Mature Content. WIP, currently 32 chapters, plus two one-shots.

moodboards under cut

(related works: Lady in Red, Though There Be Pain Love Still Endures)

Of Magic, Miracles, and Moonlight

Doctor Stephen Strange's life has settled into a fulfilling pattern; even as Master of the New York Sanctum, he continues his studies in the mystic arts, self-training with the library that the Ancient One amassed in her years as Sorcerer Supreme. An old alliance forged by the Ancient One brings an unexpected request to him, and he is duty bound to fulfill it. Along the way he meets with some pleasant surprises--and discovers that his heart is not immune to the effects of the gentlest sorts of magic.

moodboard by @strangelock221b

Seraphina DiPietro is wise in the ways of the world; she has to be, as she travels the California coast as a torch singer in pubs, bars and nightclubs. She knows how to take care of herself and stay out of trouble--most of the time. When trouble comes, it's usually because her kind heart overrides her common sense. Stopping to check on a handsome stranger, stranded roadside in the Mojave Desert, her curiosity is piqued as much by the classic, mint-looking Mustang, as by the driver--a tall, dark mysterious drink of water, whom she quickly learns is so much more than what he appears.

moodboard by @mel-loves-all

Major Jamie Stewart is a survivor--but sometimes he just needs to escape. The guilt, the pain, the despair; his bitter fall due to folly and hubris. It helps to survive if one has a sanctuary to turn to, a dream to hold onto. A vision of a day--and a woman--that might grant him the salvation he desperately craves.

bookcover for The One That Got Away created by @onebuttscratcher

An actress making her name for herself on the London stage, Virgilia (Vicki) Gordon vows not to follow her usual pattern: falling in love with her leading man. The work comes first and foremost--or so she plans. She never expects to develop feelings for her co-star in "The Taming of the Shrew", but with his stellar talent matched by his charm, kindness and intellect, Vicki learns all too soon that, despite one's best intentions, the heart goes where it will. Still, all might be well--but he is far from free enough to return her affections.

moodboard by @strangelock221b

Romance & Passion. Mystery & ties to the Supernatural. Lust & Erotica. NSFW material, so be forewarned. A young Scottish woman of ancient Selkie blood finds herself irresistibly drawn to her dashing British professor, with his own mysterious ties to the Sea. A serial womanizer who believes his inner darkness makes him unredeemable, he finds what seems an uncorruptable innocence in the love she freely offers--eventually coming to wonder if her light might be enough to save him from his demons.

[prismaticxchromatics]

Star Trek: Into Darkness (2013) Director: J.J. Abrams

“Who the hell are you?” “A remnant of a time long past. Genetically engineered to be superior so as to lead others to peace in a world at war.”

[bamfspock]

Just a girl and her existential crisis

[groovy-lady]

[flying-ham]

lmao I forgot that in the star trek universe there was a fucking world war in the 90s over eugenics the into darkness writers were such cowards they should have kept that as canon

[doctorhelm]

[respondedinkind]

Share at least 5 songs that you associate with or remind you of your muse!

Everybody wants to rule the world - Lorde

Ready Aim Fire - Imagine Dragons

Ich bin - Nachtmahr

Fine - Mike Shinoda

Seven Nation Army - The Glitch Mob

Tagged by: I stole it from my other blog lol Tagging : @noblehcart @mehrere-musen (Stephen) @resignedworkaholics @darehearts @ensnchekov @sxbaist - only if y'all want to, obviously so. Oh, also, YOU.

[bluesakura007]

*During the barge fight near to the end of STID*

Khan: “Now it’s time for some witty back-and-forth banter, Mr. Spock. You go first!”

Spock: *Incoherent violent screaming*

Khan: “Alright. Look, I’m not sure where to go with that!”

Quote source: Megamind

[doctorhelm]

No need to apologise. Love anything Benedict as Khan.

Apologies for all the Khan spam, but I just can’t get enough of that cool evilness. <3 (Also that shirt, hoooo boy.)

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

some Khan headcanons

based on my Khanbatch fics

Khan is actually the title given to him by the scientists who created the Augments--for by the age of nine, he had proven himself superior to all his brothers & sisters in all the ways they prized the most. The title signified his destiny to lead them.

Augments dreamed as easily as lesser men, but—courtesy of their superior minds—their dreams were far more vivid and literal than the fuzzy, symbolic dreams of ordinary homo sapiens.  And blessed as they were with nearly picture perfect memories, Augments dreams seldom evaporated like mist upon awakening.

Khan had recognized long ago his predilection for women of a softer sort; Augmented women—brilliant and beautiful as their biology dictated–were the worthiest of consorts, but they lacked a softness, a feminine vulnerability, which he had always found appealing, as far back as the first time he experienced the stirrings of sexual desire.  Females of his kind could be as selfishly cunning as he was himself; cold and calculating, which made them perfect compatriots in battle and in governing—but in intimacy, he had found that they usually lacked the willingness to let him fully lead; to give themselves over to the act completely and surrender to his will.  With such women, there was mutual satisfaction, but no marrying of spirit, no sacrifice of self to please their partner more than to achieve pleasure of their own. Oh, they would meet his passion with equal heat and ardor, but the tenderness that he kept well hidden—and which he longed to receive as much as to give, in the depths of his secret heart—they would spurn as pure weakness.  Only in the beds of ordinary, impractical, flawed– yet beautifully human–women, did he find the satisfaction of connection at a deeper level than the physical.  On this matter, though, he had always kept his own counsel, letting his brothers believe he preferred such simple women as mere playthings, just temporary conduits for pleasure. 

The fragrance of jasmine & honey held the power to break through Khan's usual vanguard of stoicism to open the floodgates of his most secret and bittersweet memories...

This was the scent he would forever associate with the last time in his life he was truly free of care–before he was forced to fulfill the destiny designed for him by scores of others.  None of whom had ever grasped the simple fact that inside his superhuman body—and despite his formidable brilliance and cunning—dwelled the very human doubts, vulnerabilities, and confusing jumble of hormones and adolescent emotions, of an average fifteen year old boy. 

Khan had been schooled in the act of pleasure and procreation, as befitted his station, first by grown women of his own kind, and then by lesser females—all sterilized, to prevent conception of a hybrid—to slake the tidal force, the powerful hunger, of his burgeoning adolescent lusts.  His mistake—his crime—was to feel a tenderness for a creature as far below him as a street mongrel was to a Himalayan wolf.  That tenderness had burned like a flame in his chest, shocking him and rivaling that biological imperative that all teenage boys experience.  No one had been wise enough to warn him that such feelings only led to pain.  

He’d been fifteen the first time he fell in love with a seventeen year old girl, who was well outside of the strictures laid down upon his kind.  His seed was not to be wasted in breeding with inferior stock.  But that one—his dear little Inaaya—had spirit and beauty worthy of a prince.  Had love in her heart enough to fill an ocean.  Love enough to see past the monster which many believed the genetically engineered to be. His little Inaaya, gentle as a lamb in service of his household, but fierce as his own flame in the lovemaking they had shared. Unashamed she had been, unabashed, to moan confessions of her love for him, each time he had taken her. That was a secret he had buried deep; deeper each year he had moved away from those callow days, onto the destiny he’d been taught awaited him. She had loved him unselfishly, and ever seemed a well of giving, always aiming to please him, guilelessly believing their trysts were part of some ridiculous, romantic fairy tale.  

When she had eventually ripened, Khan had felt an irrepressible, youthful pride in that physical manifestation of his virility. Inayaa’s abiding love for him was enough to make her bravely bear the child that inevitably took her life.  He’d been forced to watch the labor, to learn the lesson well; to strengthen him, toughen him; to teach him not to make that same mistake again.  The doctors could have taken the child by Cesarean, but had not, allowing instead for his dear, sweet flower to be torn fatally inside—howling in pain as she brought the boy forth—and then falling silent as her lifeblood gushed from her shredded womb in the poor baby’s wake.  He had wanted to hold the mewling thing in the aftermath, to feel its strong, steady heartbeat, a living remnant of their passionate affair, but they had whisked the child away even before Inaaya’s body had grown cool. Not as punishment, but simply as another lesson.  When he finally set his eyes upon the boy again, Joachim was an adolescent himself, a total stranger to his sire—and Khan himself the leader he’d been groomed to be, with no time for such attachments, as he fought the wars that mankind razed against his people.

Even in his youth, Khan had never believed in the old religion which many of his contemporaries had chosen to embrace.  Of symmetry and the circle of life; of death and return and rebirth.  Losing Inaaya in so cruel a manner had cured him of even the faintest belief that there was any sense or order to the universe, especially that which might have been set in place by a benevolent power beyond the visible world.  And he was a man of science and reason after all--leaving no place in his life for the comfort of such a philosophy and faith that dominated the culture he came from.

But Khan eventually encounters a woman so like his Inaaya in such vital ways (see A Khan By Any Other Name), that he finds himself reconsidering those ancient myths. That Inaaya had been lost to him hundreds of years ago--it was madness to believe that a woman born centuries after him could be Inaaya returned. And yet he wished with all his heart that it could be so.

Anyone interested in reading my WIPs A Khan By Any Other Name and Man of Passion, Force of Nature, can find them on AO3 under the author name BeautifullyObsessed.

[thegeminisage]

tos ep rewrites/stid rewrite for the wip meme!!!

HIIII ty for asking

this isn't technically a fic per se, it's almost like a half-fic half-meta kind of deal - essentially it's an outline of what could be a fic if i had more time and patience. i did this for the first tos movie here and had a lot of fun doing it, and then i also did a small rewrite of "tholian web" here, and i had SO MUCH FUN DOING THEM but then i got side tracked and haven't done anymore. my plans for other episodes/stid are vaguely as follows:

the enemy within - loved this one conceptually but the crass rape jokes left a real sour taste in my mouth. i'd have less of that (or, if i had it, take it seriously) and more shenanigans where someone can't tell the two kirks apart because. they're both the real kirk!! that's the real point of the episode, right?

the conscience of the king - frankly, there was too much shakespeare here, even though it will always be my fav trek episode of all time. i also thought the lenore thing, while a great twist, could have been a little less "but kirk really secretly loved this woman 20 years younger than him!" and more "man this is crazy fucked up that is trying to honeypot this very young woman and surprise she is doing it back to him." more foreshadowing and drama, you know? the tos version wouldn't have to be gambler's knife but it could be something more than what it was considering the huge effect it had on fandom - i always kinda wished it had the vibes that obsession did.

the galileo seven - i thought this episode treated spock like he was kind of stupid. "why is my first command failing when i've been an asshole to everybody?" he has a human mother! he knows how emotions work! he is not stupid! i also thought there was a missed opportunity: they all talked about how callous it was for him to be picking a man to leave behind to lighten the ship, and he was so obviously going to choose himself, but it never went anywhere. let's do him more justice!

metamorphosis - let's chill with the horrific misogyny and have more fun with the accidental parallel kirk made in his really cool speech. like fuck it this is my edit let's just do spirk

mirror, mirror - this one is actually perfect as it is but i wish we'd had more time to se what the mirror kirk & co were doing in the prime universe.

journey to babel - this one is great but i don't think it takes either of spock's parents to task enough for him turning out like that. also, they tricked us into thinking amanda was the good cop in aos and then have her slap him in tos but then acted like that was just fine? girl, let's get into it

the paradise syndrome - i just want this episode without the heinous racism. please please please. easily easily EASILY my biggest trek disappointment ever

requiem for methuselah/the enterprise incident - these two go together as part of a more complex story based partially on the fact that they originally wanted kirk's breakdown in the latter episode to be a real result of the various um things that happened to him in season 3 and partially by the fact that requiem for methuselah WAS my november 5th and i am being completely serious. i didn't think i would ever feel that way again but i did at the end of that episode. you can read about the general idea here at the end of @maulthots close encounters powerpoint which i helped a little bit with.

honorable mention to episode premises i would have loved in a different context - lights of zetar where spock is the possessed one and an episode totally unrelated to wolf in the fold, the funniest tos ep after tribbles, where an enemy who feeds on fear jumps around the ship possessing people. that could have been great had it been in a serious episode and not been played by piglet's voice actor

and finally, star trek into darkness...everything about this movie was bad, except the warp core thing which was accidentally very very VERY good. so i'd rewrite it from the ground up, starting with recasting khan, because that was just a hateful thing to do. i don't have very many concrete ideas on this yet except you'd HAVE to get assad zaman for khan, right? because he can do that thing where he makes his eyes shake? he would have rocked it.

let people send you an ask with the WIP title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

[femmeboyant]

I've asked on twitter like 3 times but so far no dice, so TUMBLR STAR TREK AOS GIRLIES I NEED YOUR ASSISTANCE.

Does anyone have the Kirk and Spock "Best Friend" (Saweetie feat. Doja Cat) video???? I vaguely recall seeing it sometime in Spring/Summer of 2021, and it was really snappily edited, and it featured clips of Spock wailing on Khan's ass from STID, and I *would* start to think I hallucinated the whole thing except that THAT VID IS WHERE I FIRST HEARD THAT BANGER OF A SONG.

Anyway it's been driving me up the wall for months now, I even went through both my twitter and tumblr archives/likes... and bupkis. :(

[respondedinkind]

You make for a good subject.

It takes a moment for Khan's overwhelmed brain - handling too many emotions and feelings at once, that usually so skilled yet almost inexperienced thing - to get what Vega actually means by saying such; The moment passes before he can truly reply to it, but at least he's able to feel her sentiment burying itself into his own chest, causing his lips to quiver briefly with the hint of a smile that forms upon them.

She's interested in him, so much so that she'd decided to take him as a subject for her art - create him out of graphite, singing her song while scratching lines onto the paper, lines and lines and more lines... lines that usually draw celestial things have been forged to draw Khan, in the way Vega sees him when her gaze trails along his form.

Something warm washes through Khan's body at the thought, the realization of how important and meaningful it actually is - the wave starts at his ears, which already feel like they're burning to ashes, and then trails through his face down his neck, from his shoulders to the center of his chest. There it collects around the thing that beats within his ribcage, an organ made to keep him alive and yet it does so much more in other ways, doesn't it?

Smitten, Khan has called it before - the state he's been in for a while now, appeared out of nowhere one day and doesn't want to leave anymore.

He feels it, right now, by the way his heart burns. He wonders if, maybe, Vega feels something similar - he doubts that her interest in him is purely superficial...

Suddenly, just like that, he realizes that another set of minutes of him simply looking at her must have passed - and he hears her talk, wondering how long he'd been standing there, next to the open door, offering to tell him about the song. Khan blinks, hyperaware of his surroundings all of a sudden, and he stands even more straight (if possible) as he lowers her artwork, but keeps it neatly placed between his fingers.

He's not letting go of it anytime soon.

"---Yes, of course.", is what he says, a tad bit too quick to sound as composed and collected as usual; Khan clears his throat briefly, shifts his weight from one leg to another, takes a shallow breath. Then, he goes on, almost as if correcting himself: "...I mean, yes, I'd like you to. ---There were some parts to it I wasn't able to understand, I guess it's made of two languages, but... the sentiment was brought across still."

A beautiful song, especially when sung by her, he thinks, but won't voice out loud. Not yet.

A part of her, vocal and vicious, considers his hesitation as a rejection. Not undeserved, she knows, not straying too far beyond the scope of cruel reality. All she is has never glistened-- rust and blood and dirt, the only sheen a reflection of the fiery rage that burns within. Forcing her hand like a marionette, leaving dust and death in her wake. Consuming, consuming.

While her heart quivers somewhere between chest and the suprasternal notch, gravity begins to tug at her. Gently at first, infrequently, until it grows in speed and intensity, threatening her body to sink into the floor. Only when he finally takes the page does it relent-- and still her pulse thrums and thrums.

Overcast skies in her skull part long enough for her attention to fall to the tips of his ears, matching the warmth blossoming across her face, how he studies the image with a distance that she can only interpret as bewilderment. Just as well, Vega understands that she is neither accustomed nor equipped in the vein of giving. She, who takes and takes and takes, sequestering all that might render her anything aside from a fixture immutable.

Yet, monoliths do not create. They stand, erode, and drown.

"I did," amusement draping her answer in a way that even she finds surprising, "You make for a good subject."

Whatever that means quickly sinks between them, her thoughts suddenly a cacophony of melody and lyrics that do not compliment her mother tongue. Hello, darling. And she means it, though it holds a heavy weight in her mouth. Too apprehensive of letting go, losing control, losing face. Khan is not like the woman that stole her heart all those years ago, with soft hands and a mouth woven in peace. He is closer to her, galactic ice sculpted into soldier.

Something far worse, perhaps.

While watching him falter stirs something else inside of her, something Vega could consider fondness, she yet combats her own torrent of emotion. She'd touched, she'd kissed, she'd fucked; yet each instance pales in comparison to the intimacy of sharing how she sees. Usually in colors, sounds, the abstract that can only just be dragged onto paper and canvas.

Truthfully, had he not witnessed her stumble, the drawing would have been scrapped along with all the rest, the light of his eyes never permitted to witness the way she sees him, sees the universe for all of the stardust and beauty it holds.

Love is complicated, she thinks, it is selfish.

"I appreciate it," a personal brand of avoiding those two simple words. Neither of them can stand to taste them, it seems. The pencil is still threading between her fingers, though at least she meets his gaze. Those brilliant, alluring blues like an ocean, peering into her bones. "I don't know how long you were standing there, but I... can tell you about the song."

[groovy-lady]