((I’m always up for continuing if you want))
((O’course!! I’ve got princess diaries and fairytale sequel tucked away. I shall work on them when I get back from this errand I have to run.))
Hey lovely people. Sorry for my ridiculous absence. Muse kind of… went missing like the Holy Grail. Had to get past some Nazis to find it.
I do have some drafts, I don’t know if anyone wants me to continue them?
Thanks for sticking around. You guys are nutso, but I love ya.
It’s kind of impressive that Chekov got all those guys to follow him…even if he still lost LAUGHS——- ended up drawing aos!chekov though I wasn’t even thinking about it. I’ve had this is my drafts for like 2 months now…thought I should finally just post it ahaha…i def wanna draw more mirrorverse though hhh
Jim isn’t entirely sure where he is. He feel suspended, though there is no harness or wire holding him up. It feels like the zero gravity chamber back at the Academy. Though, what Academy he’s not sure… Everything is hazy. He does not remember who he is, what he is… he just simply… exists. Floating. In darkness. He’s vaguely sure that he’s felt something similar to this before… but again he has no idea when, or why, or how.
All he does know… is that there’s something out there. Someone. Waiting for him.
"I am here…" He whispers into the inky black.
They had only been on warp one in their departure from the planet, so it took them considerably less time to return to where the planet last was than it had taken to leave it.
The planet had shifted position, but not by much, and Spock felt a certain foreboding as the Enterprise entered orbit around the rogue ice world and he prepared a shuttlecraft with a drill to get through the ice. Jim didn’t seem to be trapped in the ice; from what he could glean the captain was strung up by wires in someplace electrical, and dying with every minute that they were apart. Jim’s thoughts were only a faint whisper now, and Spock dreaded the moment when they ceased altogether.
Hold on, Jim, he thought. Hold on, I am coming.
Though he was far from being saved, relief flooded through him at the voice that flooded his head. It was soothing, waking him from the fog that he was feeling overtaking him. Which probably wasn’t a good sign for his well being.
Experimentally, Jim shifted his weight, feeling no give whatsoever, but also feeling a flash of pain in his arms and legs, radiating to his core. Right, whatever was wrong with him, whatever had been done to him… there was nothing he could do for himself. And that made him feel powerless.
I’m holding… I promise…
Space: the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise.
Its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before.
"They know, Jim. They are very well aware and now you need to drink some water, preferably copious amounts, and then rest. I will take you to your hotel if you would like." He told him, looking around to realize that his true caretakers were nowhere in sight; he was going to have to do it anyway, that is, if he wanted the astronaut to get to bed safely (or at all for that matter).
"Come." He ordered softly, and though he was not particularly one for touch, he allowed Jim to rest his weight against him, his own arm curling around the blond’s shoulder to assure his balance. he managed to keep him upright without much difficulty, leading him from the building and back to the vehicle where he guided him to the passenger’s seat.
"I believe it will be best if I drive. due to your slumberous nature, and the alcohol that you have consumed, you might fall asleep should I put you behind the wheel." It was a lighthearted joke, the best Mr. Spock could manage and he was sure that Jim knew that. Slowly, he backed up and closed the door, successfully trapping the man within the vehicle before he moved to the other side and settled in himself. Though this was not the first time that Mr. Spock had decided to drive such a vehicle, he always felt as if it was. There was something that he seemed to enjoy, having a mechanical power beneath him, one that had such a strong connection with the ground itself. He would admit that he actually enjoyed driving. With the slightest of smiles, he held out his hand towards the half-asleep blond man in the seat next to him. “Keys?”
"You can drown me in water when you get me into bed…" Jim grinned, teasing lilt to his voice as he automatically wrapped his arm around Mr. Spock’s slim waist, fingers gripping into the material of his jacket. Leaning slightly into the man, he half heartedly waved at the rest of the crew as they bid their good byes, allowing the other man to bring him out to his car.
As much as he wanted to drive, he knew that in his current state of being that was a terrible idea. So, he settled into the passenger side of his beloved vehicle, a place that he had never actually been before, and rested his forehead against the cool glass of the window, watching Mr. Spock until he disappeared out of his periphery. When he heard and felt rather than saw Spock settled into the driver side, he sighed, reaching into his pocket. Fumbling around, he found his keys, only a couple including a keychain with a rabbit’s foot, he handed them over to Spock, turning slightly.
"Whatever you do… I am trusting you not to wreck my car. Be very gentle with her…" Shifting around in his seat, he finally let go of the keys so Spock could have the reigns. He rest his head back against the seat, eyes drooping. "If you don’t get a ding or scratch on this thing… I might let you drive her while I’m gone." Jim grinned again, that slow, lazy sort of smile, watching Mr. Spock’s profile in the dark, pale skin only illuminated by various street lights.
- "But that’s not possible!"
- "What a night."
- "You’re such a liar."
- "Five more minutes"
- "How could you be so stupid?!"
- "What’d you do that for?"
- "I thought what we had was special.."
- "…That’s disgusting."
- "But we promised."
- "When did you get that?"
- "This was never about me."