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Blitzøs entire life spent being unwanted. So he adapted, and learned how to be something needed, something to be used.
Which is why I think he firmly believes he is being used by Stolas. He simply cannot fathom a different reality, one in which he is wanted for once in his life.
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i will never be over the fact that during first contact a human offered their hand to a vulcan and the vulcan was just like “wow humans are fucking wild” and took it
Humanity’s first contact with Vulcans was some guy going “I’m down to fuck.”
Vulcans’ first contact with Humans was an emphatic “Sure.”
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#iiiiiiiiiiiiii mean vulcans had been watching humans for a long time#they knew the significance of a handshake but still#they had to find some fast and loose ambassador#willing to fuckin make out with a human for the sake of not offending them on first contact#lmao#star trek give me the story of this fast and loose vulcan
“sir…these…these humans…they greet each other by…” *glances around before furtively whispering* “by clasping hands…”
*prolonged silence* “oh my…”
“sir…sir how will we make first contact with them? surely we…we cannot refuse this handclasping ritual, they will take it as an insult, but what vulcan would agree to such a distasteful and uncomfortable ritual??”
*several pensive moments later* “contact the vulcan high command and tell them to send us kuvak. i once saw that crazy son of a bitch arm wrestle a klingon, he’ll put his hands on anything”
Elsewhere, w/ kuvak: “….my day has come.”
The vulcan who made first contact with humans is named Solkar guys. Y’all just be makin’ up names for characters that already have names.
Bonus: here’s a screencap of Solkar doing the “my body is ready” pose right before he shakes Zefram Cochrane’s hand:
I swear Vulcans only come in two types and they are “distant xenophobes” or “horny on main for humanity”. Also apparently this guy is Spock’s great-grandfather and frankly that explains everything.
Hey so I looked into this at one point and that handshake literally created a lifelong telepathic bond between the two of them, and basically all of Solkar’s descendants were later obsessed with humans, including freaking SPOCK, so I’m not saying that handshake was so gay and good that it created an intergenerational telepathic bond between Solkar’s descendants and humans, but I’m also not….not….saying that.
actual footage of first contact makeouts
The slow deliberation with which Solkar takes Cockrane’s–I’m sorry, Cochrane’s–hand… The sheer sensuality witch which Solkar infuses an otherwise borderline impersonal social ritual… It clearly shows a very conscious knowledge, on Solkar’s part, of what the significance of the handshake is in Vulcan terms and of how affected he is by it.
That’s why he’s so slow in doing it, and so sensual. A part of Solkar can’t believe this is happening, despite it being a perfectly logical thing to expect from a human, and the rest of him can’t believe how good it is.
I bet that if the camera zoomed in any further we would see the dilation of Solkar’s pupils and a quickly-repressed shiver of delight. Cochrane’s firm, businesslike clasp is probably (in sexual terms) being perceived as a deliciously carnal display of dominance.
No wonder Solkar is all like, “TAKE ME, YOU WILD-MANNERED BARBARIAN WITH ENTICINGLY ROUGH CALLUSES.”
And so we find out that yes, there is such a thing as bottoming in Pon-farr.
Every time this post comes round my dash, it just gets better.
#somehow the idea of vulcans being Horny On Main always gives me the giggles#like literally all they had to do#was be like actually#hand contact is very intimate for our species#and im p sure humanity as a whole would not find that insurmountably weird#there are human cultures that dont shake hands#vulcans are logical enough to think that through on their own#so clearly that vulcan was just down to fuck#down to fuck in a public#professional diplomatic situation no less#and he did not fucking care who knew it (via kittykatthetacodemon)
Some Vulcan: we could probably just explain that handshakes are intimate in our culture
Solkar, rubbing lip gloss on his hand: don’t tell me how to do my job
One the one hand, they are in love. On the other hand, some exhibitionism is about to happen here.
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Aaaaaand here's my final @carryon-reverse-bang submission! Snowbaz! Eurovision! AU! Featuring socmed posts, a bunch of Eurovision lore, and a bunch of all my favourite things all in one place!! Written by the fantastic @martsonmars who understood exactly what I was looking for <3 AO3 Link!
I swear it's absolutely a coincidence that both of my CORB fics were ready to post at the same time. It's a perfect storm of author and artist and posting readiness. AKA, it just happened.
For my second Carry On Reverse Bang fic, I fell in love with this art when I first saw it. @steppjes is seriously talented. They manage to put so much feeling into their art.
I'm a pinch hitter on this one, as Steppjes's first author pairing didn't work out. So, it's not finished, but I'm planning about 16 chapters. I posted the first two tonight!
Playing with Fire, Treading Thin Ice
Aristocratic_Otter
Summary:
In a world where the Mage doesn't manage to turn Simon into the Chosen One, where Simon is never rescued from the care system, Baz has graduated from Watford and started Uni at Oxford, never having heard of Simon Snow. That doesn't last long. But can Baz afford a relationship with the very attractive but seemingly absolutely Normal Simon?Chapter 1: Prologue
Prologue
Davy
I think I’ve got it this time. It’s a gamble, casting from a distance. But the Normals won’t let me near my son. Child Protection services took issue with the rune scars on Simon’s palms, the last time I returned him after a visitation. They accused me of abuse, assault. They dared to file a restraining order against me.
Not that they could actually stop me, should I decide to sweep in and take him away. But he’s only five. I’ll still need the foster system to raise him until he’s old enough for Watford. I don’t have time for a child. There’s too much work to be done, preparing the way for him. So, I’ll cast from here, from my newly granted office in the Weeping Tower.
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Another snowbaz art for the @carryon-reverse-bang Canon divergence. Everything is the same but no one knows that Simon is a mage, not even Simon!
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I swear it's absolutely a coincidence that both of my CORB fics were ready to post at the same time. It's a perfect storm of author and artist and posting readiness. AKA, it just happened.
For my second Carry On Reverse Bang fic, I fell in love with this art when I first saw it. @steppjes is seriously talented. They manage to put so much feeling into their art.
I'm a pinch hitter on this one, as Steppjes's first author pairing didn't work out. So, it's not finished, but I'm planning about 16 chapters. I posted the first two tonight!
Playing with Fire, Treading Thin Ice
Aristocratic_Otter
Summary:
In a world where the Mage doesn't manage to turn Simon into the Chosen One, where Simon is never rescued from the care system, Baz has graduated from Watford and started Uni at Oxford, never having heard of Simon Snow. That doesn't last long. But can Baz afford a relationship with the very attractive but seemingly absolutely Normal Simon?Chapter 1: Prologue
Prologue
Davy
I think I’ve got it this time. It’s a gamble, casting from a distance. But the Normals won’t let me near my son. Child Protection services took issue with the rune scars on Simon’s palms, the last time I returned him after a visitation. They accused me of abuse, assault. They dared to file a restraining order against me.
Not that they could actually stop me, should I decide to sweep in and take him away. But he’s only five. I’ll still need the foster system to raise him until he’s old enough for Watford. I don’t have time for a child. There’s too much work to be done, preparing the way for him. So, I’ll cast from here, from my newly granted office in the Weeping Tower.
Read more on AO3
Art for the @carryon-reverse-bang-bang
"On Love's Light Wings" (AO3 link) written by the lovely @facewithoutheart who managed to make this sci-fi wish of mine a reality! There's vampires and dragons (in space!), a (sad) immortal Baz and a (luckily) reincarnated Simon.
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It’s posting day!
READ ON A03
Chapters: 10/10
Fandom: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Summary:
After his death, Wei Wuxian is reborn as a comet.
He returns again and again, trying to connect with his loved ones on Earth.
As time passes, he struggles to hold onto himself and his connections, and to find a way back home for good.
The art that inspired this fic is by Step, and is embedded at the end of Chapter One. Check it out, it’s gorgeous!
And when he shall die
Take him, and cut him out in little stars...
Wei Wuxian dies.
There are no witnesses beyond the other dead, and they’re not talking. His mind and soul are too broken even to take it in himself, and so the tree falls in the forest with no one around, and whether it makes a sound or not doesn’t matter.
Word of his death travels loud and fast, and thousands of voices cry out in joy and relief.
One voice has no words to express its grief.
Thousands of hearts rise in jubilation, lighter than they have been in years.
One sinks heavier than a stone into the bottomless sea.
Impossibly far away, in the deep empty nothingness of space, something very strange happens.
Perhaps the ball of rock and ice was already there, left over from the startled creation of everything. Perhaps it coalesced out of the void at the last beat of Wei Wuxian’s weary heart. No one was there to witness it, so it doesn’t matter.
What happens is this: Wei Wuxian wakes up.
He is alone. Blind, for he has no eyes, and even if he did he is in darkness. Deaf, for he has no ears, and even if he did, sound does not exist out here.
He is aware of himself and his surroundings in ways that are as old as time but entirely new to him. He feels without nerves the gravity of distant enormities and the vastness of the space between them. He perceives his own utter solitude.
He thinks without neurons: Good.
It is correct, he knows, for him to be here, like this. There is justice to it.
He still, somehow, feels the grief and the shame, although he no longer has the glands to release the hormones to shake his frail human body with those feelings.
That is good too, he thinks, that he doesn’t get a break from those things. He wants one, of course. It’s upsetting to still have consciousness, after death. But he’s aware that he deserves it.
He sits with that for a while. Or floats, or whatever it is he does now. There are no days here, or any other measure of time, so there’s no way to know how long he sits with it.
There’s something else as well, he comes to realize, built into the very core of him in this new self, this clod of dust and grieving stone.
There is a question: where to now?
He doesn’t know where the question comes from. From himself, perhaps, or from something else. Some god, perhaps, although what kind of god would inhabit this emptiness?
He is perfectly balanced here: barely, impossibly still. All it will take is the tiniest impulse in any direction and he will go, and go forever. There is nothing to stop him, and only his own will to start him.
He can tell, he realizes, where his old home is. Not by the subtle pull of gravity, but by something deeper and stranger. He knows, though, beyond doubt. It’s all there, everything he’s ever known: all the joys and sorrows, all the rage and failure of his short, violent life. Jiang Cheng is there. Lan Zhan. All that’s left of his Shijie, and A-Yuan, Wen Ning and Wen Qing. Dust, like his old body. Like his new body too.
It’s so far away. He has no idea where ‘here’ is; there are no directions here except one: home. And home is so very, very far away it seems diminished to almost nothing. The smallest pinprick imaginable, in a black cloak that goes on forever in all directions.
Less than a speck, all that he’s ever wanted and had and lost.
Huh, he thinks.
For a moment he wonders what would happen if he chose the direction opposite that connection. He could put himself even farther away. Farther and farther and farther.
There might be wonderous things.
There might be nothing.
He discovers himself, strangely, even after everything, to be curious.
But he is who he is in more than just his curiosity, even when he’s a frozen dustball in the infinite depths of fathomless darkness.
So he tips himself towards home, and Wei Wuxian becomes a comet.
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Art for the MDZS Reverse Big Bang 2022! The fic is “Cut Him Out in Little Stars” by the lovely @wwxadhd who ended up writing a 69k words masterpiece. With WWX's soul tied to a comet, LWJ chooses to become immortal. This is a story about how they manage to meet in the middle, whenever the comet reaches its perihelion. Alternatively: from canon era to space era - 2000 years of edging ;)
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