James T Kirk - Blog Posts

this is surprisingly accurate

started watching star trek with the bf

If someone said "Jim Kirk was a little boy before he was an adult" it's like "yeah??? Duh?? That's how aging works?"" but then if someone said "Jean Luc Picard was a little boy before he was an adult" it's like "no I don't believe it, he emerged from the womb as a miniature middle aged man"

Jim: I’m this close to falling in love with Spock. Bones: Your fingertips are touching. Jim: Exactly.

Hmmmmmmmmm…

If you thought you had the chance, would you take Mr. Spock out on a date and possibly become more than friends/coworkers?

Sincerely, Spirk anon

I can’t answer this.

nah but LITERALLY, though

she’s a, she’s a lady and i am just a boy…

CATS

AND

STAR TREK

I-

gay little space cats??!?!?!!

k/s is that ship where at first you don’t ship it but understand it, then you start feeling the ship and then, before you realize it, the two have taken over your thoughts, mind and maybe life.

I don’t even have a caption for this help me help me there are gay people in my head and they won’t leave

absolutely beautiful. i’m trying not to cry again haha

Spock knew he was dying. It was, he supposed, quite inevitable. In truth, he was surprised that death had not claimed him much sooner; there had been many instances throughout his life and career when it had seemed inescapable.

Now, however, it would be time that would claim him.

All told, it was a significant improvement upon his last death, trapped within the Enterprise's warp core. Though his bones ached with age, his flesh did not burn with radiation, and his vision remained quite clear. He hurt, yes, and was cold, but he was not in agony.

However...

The last time he had died, pressed up against the glass, he had not had to face it alone. Jim had been with him, as had Doctor McCoy and Mr. Scott. He had been unable to touch them - and indeed he had wanted to, had wished quite illogically for the glass to fall away and allow him to tumble into Jim's arms - but they had still been there, at his side.

He was a Vulcan, and so perhaps it should have been inconsequential, but he was old now, and sentimental.

He could not help but want.

And then, as though a breath had passed through the room, Spock sensed a change.

Suddenly, without any fanfare at all, Jim stood at his side, smiling warmly down at him. He looked just as young as he did when Spock had seen him last, before he had been swept away by the Nexus and held away from him for so many long decades. He was, thought Spock, so beautiful.

If this was an illusion, it was a welcome one.

When Jim's hands clasped his own, they felt real, somehow, soft and warm against his chilled flesh, and Spock gripped back with all the strength he could muster. Illusion though it may be, Spock would savor it.

Jim, he wanted to say, how I have missed you, but his voice was well beyond him. To even try would be an exercise in futility. Kaiidth. Perhaps it was for the best. It would not do to frighten his doctors by speaking to a hallucination.

Still, he allowed himself to look, drinking in Jim's appearance like a man parched. It had been so very long since they had been together, and Spock could find no shame in taking advantage of his situation. He was dying, and if an illusion was the only way he could have the company of his husband, he would accept it without question. It felt like Jim, and it looked like Jim, and that was enough for him.

To his other side, a light began to bloom. Sunrise. He had not expected to make it to this sunrise. Memories, long cherished, of watching alien sunrises with Jim bubbled up in his mind, and a sigh fell from his lips.

Oh, how he had missed him! And now, at his very last sunrise, Jim was back with him, hands holding his.

Yes, this was by far an improvement on his previous death.

With some effort, he turned his head towards the sun. Jim, too, turned to face it, and together they watched, as they had so very many times before. It was peaceful. Wonderful.

He did not know how long he lay there, gazing at the rising sun, Jim's hand still in his, before the change became apparent to him: breath no longer stirred in his chest, and his heart no longer beat in his side. Gone, too, was the ache of time that had so suffused him these last years.

And yet, the sun still shone before him, and Jim's hands were still warm against his own.

He blinked, wondering.

"Jim," he whispered, and the name fell with shocking ease from his lips. Cautiously, he pulled himself to a sitting position, and his form moved more smoothly than it had in many years as he turned to meet Jim's eyes once more. "Jim."

"Hello, Mister," Jim replied.

Jim beamed at him, that beloved face warm with affection. The barest hint of sadness lingered at the edges of his eyes, and Spock's hand raised almost of its own accord, brushing lightly over his cheek.

"You grieve," he murmured. "Why?"

Jim just smiled, leaning into Spock's touch. "Illogical, I know," he said, a light puff of laughter escaping his chest. "I only - well. It isn't pleasant to watch you die, peaceful though it was. And, while I'm terribly pleased to see you again, I can't help but feel sorry. Death is - quite permanent, most of the time. I'm afraid no strange Vulcan rituals will be bringing you back, this time around."

Spock understood. Gently, he threaded his fingers into Jim's hair. "I confess that I am relieved by that," he admitted, cherishing the feeling of Jim beneath his touch. "I would not wish to be taken from you once again, so soon after arriving."

Something honey-warm softened in Jim at that, his eyes alight with a deep fondness.

"You sweet talker, you," he said, squeezing gently at the hand still within his grasp. Then, something almost tentative crept into his face. "Spock," he started, eyeing him cautiously, "I know it's been... quite some time, for you. But - to say it bluntly, I still love you. If you've moved on, I'll never mention it again, but-"

Illogical, Spock thought, silencing Jim's words quite suddenly with his lips. Jim melted against him easily, and for a long moment they did nothing but kiss, breathing into one another as they traded touches. When Spock finally pulled away, Jim looked almost kiss-drunk, lips swollen and eyes besotted.

"I suppose that's my answer, then," Jim chuckled, squeezing Spock's hands again.

"Indeed," Spock replied, allowing his eyes to crinkle with some of the delight which pumped through his veins. Gently, he rubbed his nose against Jim's, then pulled back again.

"I'm glad." Jim looked at Spock for a moment, and then glanced down at the bed he still sat upon. "I'll admit, I expected you to have more questions."

"I have surmised that I am dead, and that you are here," Spock said. "Anything further seemed unimportant, for time time being."

Another huff of laughter escaped Jim. "Imminently logical, Mister Spock," he teased. Spock merely inclined his head in response.

Jim stood, and pulled Spock with him, rising from the bed. Disconcertingly, he could see his own body laid out beneath him, eyes closed in death, but then Jim leaned in to press a brief kiss to his cheek, and it was forgotten.

"Well, suffice to say, it seems there's some kind of afterlife. It might be a part of the Nexus, believe it or not." Gently, he tugged Spock along as he started walking, linking their arms together "I'm not the only one who's been waiting for you, I'll have you know," he said, an almost impish smile playing at his lips. "You'll have quite the greeting party, I'm sure. I think Bones has been saving up gripes just for you."

A smile found its way to Spock's face, and he did not try to stop it. He had Jim in his arms once again, and soon he would see their friends. But, before they could continue, Spock pulled lightly at Jim's arm, stopping him.

"Jim?" he said. "I am glad you were with me."

For a moment, Jim looked at him, clearly surprised. Then, an expression which shone like the sun spread across his face. He stepped forwards, enclosing Spock in a hug. Spock went willingly, tucking his face into the crook of Jim's neck.

"I am, too."

I’m sobbing because of 765874: Unification. There was no dialogue but everything spoke for itself and that is something I can respect.

I’ve always loved details, and it was definitely FILLED with those.

I won’t be able to not think about it for the next month and a half and might start crying at 3:00 AM in a week or so.

this is amazingly beautiful

Hi. I finally finished the Spirk comic set to Johnny Cash's Hurt I have been working on for a month. If you want to, please enjoy and leave some nice words :) thank you.

CW for: blood, self-harm, spoilers for anything TOS, death

HURT

There is a part 2! Please consider reblogging and reading the whole comic :)

Miss Uhura, your last sub-space log contained an error in the frequencies column.

Watching Star Trek.

I didn’t know Apollo knew the force.

He pulled a Darth Vader on Kirk.

Alright, I’ve finally gotten around to doing some fanart for “One (1) Daily Shoulder Pat” by @android-and-ale of Selarie and Jim- if you haven’t read this story, I HIGHLY recommend you do!! It’s got comedy, angst, sexy Vulcan OCs, a great plot, and so much more! I hope I’ve done slight justice to the Vision, including Jim’s silly little shortened robes lol. I frankensteined some Vulcan script to make the word “dorli”, or “honorable” for Selarie’s robes.

Click for better image quality !

This is where the fun begins, Saavik!

Head astrophysicist Lt. Sopek, son of Stonn. Read his bio here (but you probably already know who he is 🥴)

The crew is officially all here!! We’ll be making posts of the main groupings of the crew, and I’m going to post some comics soon providing further context for some of the Star Trek: Eridani lore^TM , plus some more Sopek goodness

Science officer David Marcus, read his bio here:

New chapter of my fic is up! Spock sure does have some Ruminations in this one.

Let’s Just Cut To the End, Please

No art for this chapter, but there will be for the next one!

How funny would it be if T’Pring and Stonn’s kid just ended up joining Starfleet? Like a Spock megafan as well. Meet Sopek: the bitchiest bitch to ever bitch

@startrek-eridani @purple-iris @schn-tgai-saavik

More about Sopek to come on Star Trek: Eridani

Hey guys so this is a project my friend @purple-iris has been working on for a bit (with some minor contributions from myself), it’s basically a “lost media” tv show of Captain Saavik and her crew serving aboard the U.S.S Eridani getting into all kinds of adventures! There’s been 4 seasons worth of episodes plots outlined for trekkies to use as prompts for Trek fanfiction or artwork or, well, anything really! There’s a lot more to come, including posts about the plot of the show, descriptions of the characters, some artwork (expect some fanart from me pretty soon), so stay tuned if you’re interested in learning more!

STAR TREK: Eridani (1994-1998)

Screen captures of the opening credits of season 1 (Fall 1994- Spring 1995)

packaging

Art for the newest chapter of my fic!

I was talking to my friend and it hit me that there is SO much potential for a My Big Fat Greek Wedding Spirk AU.

Like dude. Just picture it.

30 something year old Spock trying to live his life and gain some autonomy from the bounds of Vulcan culture and trying to date Kirk in secret. Spock having a big ass family and the reason he keeps not telling Jim about his relatives is because he can’t keep track of them there’s so many. Instead of a bunch of cousins named “Nick” Spock has ten Vulcan relatives all named Selek. He secretly has no idea who is who (much less which part of the family they’re from).

The scene where they find out about Toula’s boyfriend and they’re like oh so YOURE Mr Pottery Class EXCEPT it’s “ah, so YOU must be Mr Transwarp Theory Logistics,” and Jim is like sweating bullets while Spock is internally hemorrhaging.

Jim having to undergo various Vulcan rituals and learning the language in order to impress Spock’s family.

Someone PLEASE write this. Like.

Jim: I’m sorry I didn’t ask to date your son, but sir, he’s THIRTY years old!

Sarek:

Jim: Alright. May I.. PLEASE ,, date your son???

Sarek: …

Sarek: no.

Jim: …

Jim: I’ll see you tomorrow Spock

(Bonus points for Sybok - or Michael- being like Hey Jim! We’re gonna kill ya!) ⌄ ⌄

Ch. 3 is up! Here’s the art for it :)

Boy does Captain Kirk have a rough one in it. Don’t worry, it’ll get worse. ;)

Heyyyy so I officially published the first chapter of my Trek fic!!! Here’s the description:

In which an away mission goes wrong, and a new helmsman is needed for the U.S.S. Enterprise: one Gary Mitchell, former…friend of one James Tiberius Kirk.

Kirk is desperately trying to keep his past hidden and maintain his image in front of his crew, but recent events are bringing everything he’s been pushing down closer and closer to the surface.

Meanwhile, Spock is suspicious of this new crew member and…perturbed as he realizes he may not know Kirk as well as he thought he did after everything they’d been through over the years.

The universe has never been kind to James T. Kirk. (But could it be, in the end?)

Check it out if you want I will include artwork for the second chapter and beyond ^-^

@hereticaster Prompt 3: potions

No signs of life @hereticaster prompt 2 I’m gonna catch up I swear 😭

I’m a day late but here’s the first prompt for @hereticaster ‘s Trektober!!!

Romy and Michele

All I ever do is use my art for silliness

Hello Spock and Dear Jim

Yes I wasted time actually making this can you believe we got Sanrio Star Trek before gta 6