Happy New Years, @plytinum, I am your @homestuckss this year! You requested Rosemary and mentioned that you liked both goth things and Bloodborne, so here are Rose and Kanaya, dressed up in a Bloodborne inspired outfit and an alternative getup respectively! This was super fun to draw and design, so I hope you like it :D
Hello, @awildaspenappeared, I am your gifter for the @tmnt-secret-santa-2024! You requested Leo finally fullfillying his promise to Chloe, the little girl from the Slash and Destroy episode, so here's the two of them having a tea party together. Drawing this was adorable, and I hope you like it as much as I do. Happy Holidays!
Happy New Year's Eve @azurecoffin! I am your gifter for the @secretsolenoid-revived. Your request was G1 Raoul and Tracks having a fun night out, so here are the two of them enjoying the festivities. Drawing this was a lot of fun, and also my first time ever drawing TF fanart, so I hope you like it!
Here is my @thekyluxsecretsanta gift for the wonderful highsandlows! Her prompt was First Order Wins Au and Marriage of Convenience, so here are these two, perhaps a couple of years into being the wedded galactic emperors. A baby might even be in the way, who knows! Happy Holidays, highsandlows, you can check out her ao3 account here!
Hello, @boldlyqueertastic, I am your gifter for this year's @startrekwintergiftexchange! You requested a Strange New Worlds McSpirk in a Hallmark Movie, so here they are. I drew Bones inspired by young Deforest Kelley, and Spock looks super serious holding those flowers so you know he means business. Hope you like it!
“You’re perfect.” he breathed, hot air ghosting over Spock’s fingers, “I love you so much, Spock.” he confessed; every time he said the words aloud; allowed the very phantom of each individual morpheme to take root felt as if it was some holy prayer by the most devout. And that's what Jim was, a devotee to every curve, every line, every breath that Spock took. Who basked and burned bright in every shared moment, every touch of their hands, every kiss that was shared between them. Jim; who had never known love like this before and now never wanted to be without it.
Here's my other illustration for the @thylabang's Shore Leave Reverse Bang! I wanted to create a romantic scene with some Vulcan kissing, and I love how the image turned out. My wonderful partner @forfuckssakejim wrote 'Religion In Your Lips' as a companion piece! Go check out the story, it's lovely and more than a little bit spicy.
Here's the illustration I created for the @thylabang 2024, The Shore Leave Reverse Bang! My idea was to draw Spock and Kirk in the Lower Decks style, engaged in typical Lower Deck-ian shenanigans. My amazing partner kettleknight wrote 'The Kraken on Kepler-3b' to go along with it, go check it out!
Here's a little peak on one of the delightful illustrations I created for this year's @thylabang reverse big bang: Shore Leave. Prepare yourselves, because this image is spicy. By vulcan standards oh my...
My gift for @flexmartian for the @startrekwintergiftexchange! You wanted Dukat and Weyoun, so here they are, sharing a drink in Quark's Bar. I hope you like it :D
@startrekwintergiftexchange (am i supposed to tag you guys?? i don't remember lmao)
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The Promenade's humming evening silence was closer to eerie than soothing, but Julian paid it little mind as he walked, his hands clasped tightly behind his back and his eyes firmly fixed upon the windows of the station. Logically speaking, Julian knew that the vacuum of Bajoran space was just the same as it always was, that their system of station time was merely devised to give species in need of a consistent sleep schedule some semblance of normalcy-- but quietly, he liked to think that it grew darker this time of 'night', that the stars were just a bit brighter against a contrasting black abyss.
Since the war had ended the station itself had begun to feel... smaller. There was nothing to do anymore. One would think that being the center of some of the most significant events of this century would make Deep Space Nine a rather popular place to visit, but at least to Julian, it seemed like there were less people every day.
Miles had gone back to Earth for his academy job and taken his family with him, Captain Sisko was... somewhere with the wormhole aliens, Kira was spending more and more time on her home planet and away from her command post (and when she was back with them there was always a vague sadness in her eyes that Julian fought the urge to ask about. He knew she didn't really want to talk about Odo)-- everything felt... empty, somehow.
"Doctor? You're up rather late."
Well...
Almost everything.
Julian smiled softly as he turned around to see that familiar smirk standing several meters away.
"I could say the same thing about you, Garak," the doctor retorted, taking a few steps until he was close enough to see the way the starlight was glimmering in the Cardassian's blue eyes. There was a moment of stillness that sat between them, a stillness that the two of them often found to linger in their company, but it wasn't paid any mind. If anything, it was welcome.
"You should know by now that Cardassian sleep schedules are far from identical to those of humans, Doctor" the older man chuckled, his steps falling in a natural sync with Julian's as they began to walk.
"Then maybe I have you to blame for my current bout of insomnia," Julian joked accusingly. "You're rubbing off on me."
"Perhaps I am," Garak mused with a slight smile, glancing out the windows for a brief moment. "... Perhaps I could say the same about you."
"Oh, really?" Julan smirked.
"Oh, yes, indeed," Garak hummed. "In fact... I've begun dreaming."
"Dreaming?"
"It's not typical for Cardassians to dream. Not consistently, anyway. Once in a while, sure, but not every night." There was a glimmer of regret shining in his eyes, suddenly, as if he were almost... embarrassed... that he'd brought it up.
"And what might you be dreaming about?" The doctor asked slowly, his grin widening just slightly.
"Oh, I can't tell you-- that's highly classified information, my dear doctor," Garak smirked.
"Oh, of course," Julian nodded in mock seriousness. "I understand completely."
For a while, there was a silence that returned between the two of them, and Julian couldn't help but consider how... nice... it was. Pleasant, even.
"Though, there has been a recurring figure in these... dreams of mine," Garak added suddenly, his gaze fixed on everything except for the man at his side. Julian quirked a brow.
"Oh?" The doctor couldn't help but chuckle. "And... who might this person be?"
Garak fought the urge to smile. "Oh, I'm not certain," he lied. "I can't ever see him very well, the lights are too dim."
"Then how can you know it's the same man?"
"I just know."
The silence returned, temporarily. It didn't stay, though-- it never did.
"Well, what has this man been doing?" Julian snorted, looking up at Garak with a curious smirk. Garak smiled back.
"Dancing."
Julian laughed. "Really? Dancing?"
"Oh, yes," Garak nodded, crossing his arms. "You don't have to believe me if you don't want to."
"Hm," Julian chuckled. "Well... why don't you show me?"
Garak raised an eyebrow slowly, his eyes locking with Julian's in a way that made the doctor's heart skip a beat as a smirk rose to his face. Without a word, the Cardassian extended a clawed hand toward Julian, a silent invitation that spoke entirely for itself. The doctor hesitated for just a moment, a playful glint in his eyes, before finally placing his hand in Garak's.
The Promenade's ambient lighting seemed to dim ever so slightly as Garak led Julian to a more open area, away from the occasional midnight passersby and their prying eyes. Garak placed his other hand firmly on Julian's waist, and the doctor's breath caught at the unexpected warmth of the touch. Garak's hands had always seemed so cold to him, but... not tonight.
"There's no music here, you know," Julian spoke softly, his eyes remaining low as he tried to hide how flushed his cheeks had become. "I didn't necessarily mean... here... and now..." Garak only chuckled.
"I'm sorry, Doctor, would you like me to stop?"
There was a pause.
"... No," Julian said finally. "I... don't believe I would."
They began to sway gently, the dance unfolding organically between them. Julian felt a mixture of exhilaration and contentment, realizing that this was a moment he had secretly yearned for. As they moved gracefully together, the silence spoke volumes, filling the empty spaces that the war had left behind.
"You know, Doctor," Garak began, his voice low and intimate, almost careful. "I must confess that dancing was never my forte back on Cardassia. But there's something about this place, this station, that makes everything different."
Julian chuckled, his eyes locked with Garak's. "Maybe it's the stars. Or maybe it's the company."
Garak's gaze softened, and a warmth spread across his features. "Perhaps it's a bit of both," he admitted.
The two continued their dance, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. In the quiet intimacy of the Promenade, surrounded by the hum of the station and the distant twinkling of stars, the boundaries between them blurred. It wasn't just a dance; it was a moment of connection, a shared understanding that went beyond words. There were no more games of riddles and teasing, no subtleties or avoidance. Whatever it was that they were, something they'd always struggled to name... they were here. They were together. Perhaps that was enough.
As they twirled gracefully, Julian couldn't help but feel a sense of completion. The emptiness that had lingered since the war's end seemed to dissipate with every step. It was warmer here, somehow.
"Garak...?"
The Cardassian shook his head slowly.
"Just let it be, Doctor. I think that might be the best thing to do."
Hey, I'm Tobi and this is my new blog. I'm a Mexican artist and writer and I'm currently working on my new graphics novel, The Emperor Must Die, follow for more :)
Everyone, go follow my new art blog! I'm still keeping this one, it'll just be for fanart and Big Bang challenges, @scourgeoftroy will be where I'll be posting my personal art!
Here they are, the crew of the U.S.S. Azteca, my Star Trek Online ship. It's a galaxy-class vessel similar to the Enterprise, but I imagine that it has a more Lower Decks vibe, with a quite unorthodox captain...