#ashayam

[gaytricorder]

yeah and what the fuck do you know grammarly

[jazm00n]

making my way thru my tos rewatch and i will never get over how insane it is to launch season 2 with oh no spock is dying because he’s…horny??

[weedmeupscotty]

Am I a “real fan” now?

[wolf-twenty-one]

i want to kiss your cheek but because we can't i say your name i say your name softly the way that only i say it

[celestial-alignment]

If you are in the mood for a prompt I would kill for some pining obidala forehead kisses for Obi-Wan <3

I have been thinking about Obidala loving each other but it's always this sense of not-the-right-time and then there is no time left anymore.

If you don't feel the Obidala rn I would also go for some Spirk. Especially Spock calling Kirk "Ashayam" or Spock noticing Jim's disordered eating (if you feel comfortable with it) I really don't care if it's Tos or Aos.

Hope you have a great day :)

Oh no! You asked for these wonderful prompts, and now you're deactivated, so I hope you see this anyway! I wrote two of these prompts for you. <3

My soul, be satisfied with flowers.... General Audience. Obidala fic. 1,044 words. For the prompt of Forehead kisses for Obi-Wan. What Lies in Linguistics. Mature (nothing explicit) Spirk fic. 1,177 words. For the prompt of Spock calling Kirk "Ashayam."

[ichayalovesyou]

Tel-tor: T’hy’la Eh Ashayam is Modern Golic Vulcan for The Bond: Soul Mate & Beloved

Previous Chapters:

Kanu T’Eshikh (Children of The Desert)

Suvel Nahan Fa’Surak: Whl’q’n Yuk-tor (The Time Before Surak: The Vulcan People Slumber)

Suvel Nahan Po’Surak: Keshtan T’Ozhika (The Time After Surak: The Birth of Logic)

Psthan Na’K’war’mah’khon (The Inner Search for Being One People, One Family, One World)

The Psthan is the private inward journey to understand the self, the Shai. The K’war’ma’khon binds us to our friends, our people, our world. Yet there is a sacred connection more powerful and sacred than both, those who share a soul, a heart, a mind, it is Tel-tor, the Bond.

Whatever you may call them, be they chosen or fated, friend, brother, lover, ashayam, or as it is called most commonly by the Vulcan people, T’hy’la. It is a feeling regarded more highly than the passions and furies of Pon Farr.

These are the songs for the keeper of our soul, our friend, our brother, our lover, most beloved of soulmates, T’hy’la.

Nature Boy~by AURORA from All My Demons Greeting Me As A Friend (Album)

Strange Darling~by Miya Follick from Strange Darling (EP)

Simple and Clean~by Mree from Simple and Clean (Single)

Cosmic Love~by Florence + The Machine from Lungs (Album)

Brother~by Kodaline from Brother (Album)

Wolves Without Teeth~by Of Monsters & Men from Beneath The Skin (Album)

The Gardener~by Sarah Sparks from The Ways and Means (Album)

Meteor Shower~by Owl City from Ocean Eyes (Album)

Fly Me To The Moon~by Annapantsu from Fly Me To The Moon (Single)

Oblivion~by Bastille from All This Bad Blood (Album)

What About Love?~by Cynthia Erivo & Jennifer Hudson from The Color Purple (Broadway Score)

The Mermaid~by Kate Rusby from Life in a Paper Boat (Album)

Soul Meets Body~by Death Cab for Cutie from Plans (Album)

Your Light~by Will Morton from Lost Ember (Game Score)

Eternal Flame~by Saint Sister from Eternal Flame (Album)

The Deep~by PHILDEL from Wave Your Flags (Album)

The Host of Seraphim~by Dead Can Dance from A Passage In Time (Album)

The Dull Flame of Desire~by Björk from Volta (Album)

Warrior~by Anilah from Warrior (Album)

Mermaid Calling #2~by Marta Mazurek from The Lure (Movie Score)

[distractedbee]

I'm Aro/Ace but someone calling me T'hy'la or Ashayam- very attractive

[heavenlypartyowl]

Not-As-Bad-As-I-Thought Spirk AU: “Affections.”

@sporkandpringles​ okay I had to do it-- 

Jim is sitting bolt upright in bed and grasping at his arm before he’s even fully awake again. It takes a moment for it to register as strange-- he’s not a stranger to waking up in a panic. But this is strange, ridiculously strange. It makes his brain tingle, and his hair stand on end. One minute, he’d been snuggled into his furnace of a boyfriend, on the edge of sleep. Now he’s trying to turn off a strobe light in his veins. 

Spock had breathed it out so gently and quietly. If the word hadn’t sent a bright electrical shock straight through him, Jim wouldn’t have been disturbed at all.

“What did you just say?” he manages to get out. 

Jim listens to his own breathing, and waits.  Spock isn’t saying anything at all. He’s slowly sitting himself up, and leaning back on the headboard. 

“I didn’t realize it would frighten you so,” he says, his eyes downcast and his voice thin.

Jim bristles, “I’m not frightened, you just lit six hundred sparklers right under my skin!”

“I underestimated--” Spock begins slowly.

“You said this, didn’t you?” he says, thrusting his forearm out. In the dimness, his Affection looks more alien than it ever has. 

Spock reaches out with his long fingers and traces the circles and lines-- the curves and spirals that have mystified Jim and the linguistic community of earth since the day they appeared on his skin. His touch relights the sparks and Jim feels his breath catch.  Spock touching his Affection with the pads of his fingers feels more intimate, more sensual, than anything they’ve done together over the past three months. 

Jim turns to look into his face-- his pupils are blown wide and there’s a flush high on his cheeks. He wants to be mad, in this moment, that Spock has known this whole time. That he’s let him wonder and wear his cuff after seeing it that first night. But knowing that this word, whatever it is, is Spock’s; that it’s from the same place he is changes something. The word is his-- and that means that Spock is his. And that’s--

“Yes,” Spock finally whispers. “Yes, this is what I said.” He does seem ready to be kicked out. He sounds tired and defeated, even scared.

So he’s unprepared when Jim rounds on him, kisses him hard, and orders, “Say it again.”

“Ashayam,” he says, startled. Jim has a brief thrill both from the word and from catching Spock off guard. He kisses him, as he whispers, “Ashayam, ashayam, ashayam.” 

The questions will have to wait until morning. In the morning he’s going to find out what that word means, what language it’s in, and where Spock is really from. 

But for now, he leans into his beloved mystery and basks in the strange electricity. He whispers, “Again.”