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Khan Noonien Singh & Other Star Trek Characters

[dirtykhan]

I'd love to write a thread where either my Spock, or Khan muse is just so annoyed / fed up / with Kirk's antics / cocky little attitude.

With Spock it'd be hilarious, because he'd be trying so hard to just not react, but Kirk KNOWS...

[rebeccathesingularperson]

Khan Noonien Singh my ethernal love

[dirtykhan]

Been mainly on my Final Fantasy VII multi-muse, lately, but I do pop over here every once in awhile!

[respondedinkind]

A man on a mission, changing the vision, I was never welcome here. ©

[darehearts-archived]

your  boy  is  a  supernova.       amorphous,       ethereal,       incandescent.       you  are  scared  he  will  blind  you,      or  burn  you.       you  know  he  will.       he  is  entire  myths  in  one  body,       he is like the universe in one breath.

[dirtykhan]

fasciinating​:

                  SOMETHING TWISTS IN SPOCK’S chest, dull like resignation. He stays at the view screen for only seconds more, almost apprehensive to continue his stare into the stars. The blur of space cuts at the hull of the ship when he does, reminding him how different it is, the shape, the way the engines roar not in a purr but with a growl. This is no longer the Enterprise. Spock is no longer a part of her crew, even if his heart aches in its separation. “And what kind of life should I be prepared for?” Spock turns, finally casting narrowed eyes on the augment in his seat. Facing the chair, Khan looks perched less like a king, but a pirate, gone with him the spoils of war. Spock knows Captain Kirk may well be in pursuit. He also knows that effort is useless. The Vengeance is a far superior vessel, deadlier—unequivocally designed for this exact purpose. Not only that, Spock finds it difficult to believe Starfleet will choose to continue a fruitless mission without immediate danger. Unless Khan chooses to confront them again, over time, any search for Spock’s whereabouts will be deemed a waste of resources. There will be more important endeavors than the recovery of a single person. It is only logical. “You have fulfilled several of your wishes. What do you intend to do now that you have them?”

“... A life filled with exploring the stars... and to conquer whatever worlds I see fit enough.” His gaze did travel away, for a short moment, as if staring into the abyss of nothingness. He was lost with thought, of all the possibilities that lay directly within his grasp. Were it not for the company, and those slumbering in the safety of his vessel, he would have found himself to be quite lonesome. It was not difficult to get into that headspace, whenever a time of silence overtook him, and just as difficult to get out of it. Only for a few seconds did it register, again, that he was certainly not alone, and with the other staring him down with said questions.

“Might I decide to, since I cannot seem to escape the annoyances that are your comrades... Perhaps, one day, we shall run into them, again. For old times sake...” A twisted little smirk briefly grazed the corners of his lips, just thinking of the kind of hope and horror the other’s would have, once they were reunited. The thought of Kirk’s expression, most of all, almost had him pressing the controls in the right way to turn the ship entirely around. Still, it was just a fleeting few seconds, and his mind went on to elsewhere, forcing himself to not think of what may just be his favorite rival. “But that is neither here or now... We shall remain in hyperspace, until I grow tired of the distance... or of the view.”  Lights dancing in a forever loop ahead of them, and though he could easily close the viewscreen, it added to the ambience of this large, never-ending ship. 

“... Or... if you decide to try and overthrow my position. You certainly have the strength, but do you have the will? I do wonder how well of a fight would you put up, Mister Spock...” That gaze on the other, again, and assessing him like he were a possible threat. Of course, the smug attitude came back, and he smirked with that confidence, glancing down at his lap as he did. “All for naught, I suppose... Since you so clearly allowed yourself to abandon your precious crew. Yes, they are spared, for now... but for how long? You cannot ever know, or allow your guard to come down, isn’t that right? Though, like all beings, we must eventually rest... Who knows what could happen while you sleep...” With the speeds of the Vengeance, he could easily hone in on the Enterprise’s position, and take them out with ease, considering how crippled the hull had become from the previous onslaught. There was no way any of them would make it to a close starport, but Khan was just teasing; still wanting to know what buttons could he push, or not.

@fasciinating​

[dirtykhan]

It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Well! It really has been that long, huh!

[dirtykhan]

I’m mostly over here on my multi-muse, primarily Metal Gear Solid muses at the moment, but I still do sometimes come onto this blog occasionally.

[dirtykhan]

Starter | Muse: Khan Noonien Singh

Once more the silence of his long-needed rest was so violently interrupted. He had been dreaming something peaceful, when the sound of alarms had interrupted the cryogenic process, and flooded his senses with  a new sort of panic. With a heavy gasp, air flooded into his lungs so rapidly, and his hands reached for the side as the tube opened for him. He sat up, swinging his legs over the edge, and gripping the edges with white-knuckled fingers. 

Whatever had woken him would be dealt with, as soon as his vision stopped seeing stars. He was in a daze, as the grogginess of cryosleep still held him back, and he slowly was coming back to himself. That gaze swept the area, but his vision cleared only momentarily on a figure not too far from where he was. Rather close, even, but he couldn’t see him clearly in this room’s low light, and instinctively he tensed so hard. Flashes of old memories resurfacing, and even that old Admiral’s voice echoed in his skull. He waved them away, trying to focus on the present.

  “...Who’s there...?” His voice was deep, and broken from lack of use in several months. Or years? He wasn’t sure at this point.

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[zombiemaids]

how would you be expected to break bone?

[dawnsedits]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on, now, Captain. This door is very wee - I mean, you know, small. It’s four square meters, tops.

New Year, New Gifs Challenge - Day 10 - Funny Moment

[amirdrassil]

Overcome with fury and bloodlust, only a lifetime of training enabled Spock to make sense of what [Uhura] was saying—much less pause in his assault to turn and blink at her. Kill him, Spock told himself. Kill him now, here. So he will never have the opportunity to harm anyone ever again. Kill him because of all he has murdered. Kill him because of…Jim. - [Star Trek: Into Darkness novelisation]

[dirtykhan]

Forgive me for being absent from this blog LOL! I have so many others that I go on more, but I may “attempt” to be here.

[blackhood7777]

Why this Khan so hot?

[perfectdevils]

How’s our ship? Out of danger. You saved the crew. You used what he wanted against him. That’s a nice move. It is what you would have done. And this, this is what you would have done. It was only logical.

[monroe-marilyn]

“Truth is, I’m gonna miss you.”

[dirtykhan]

Always thinking about putting my Star Trek muses on my Multi-Muse blog, but then I just get too lazy / paranoid I’d lose all of you!

I might do it, one day, but idk...