#irespectthechair

[omgkatsudonplease]

I'M DOING IT

I'M TRANSCRIBING THE FAIRYTALE ROLEPLAY THAT IRESPECTTHECHAIR AND MY SPOCK BLOG DID A LOOOONG TIME AGO INTO A FANFIC

FAIRYTALE PRINCE AU SPIRK 

HERE I COME

[captain-of-the-uss-enterpri-blog]

Drafts check

Because I really, really need to make this. I am bombarded by projects for uni and I have things in my drafts left from ages ago and some still unaswered and frankly I can't get my muse back no matter what I do to answer them. 

I don't like dropping threads and god knows I miss a lot of things (if I do, please for the love of idk what, chris pine's butt if you so with, TELL ME, remind me, yell at me, I don't care). But with how much I have to deal with and how stressful it is anyway, I'll just put things out here.

Uhm...if you really really wish to continue the thread, please tell me, send me an ask I don't know, just so I know, okay?

I have these:

Clsd || Forbidden Fruit - commanderspocklet (I still wanna continue this one and I have it half answered)

Times up - askthedeanwinchester

Parallel Dimensions - irespectthechair

MLP!AU - remindmenevertopissyouoff/steadiesthandsinthefleet

Academy AU - kindheartedgeorgian (also wanna continue this one, since it's not too long and I like where it's going)

Bound by Blood - khantsleep (gosh i wanna continue this one)

The Away Mission - thelogicalhybrid (this one's from ages ago i'm so sorry omg)

This world has seldom seen - closing-credits (also from ages ago omg)

Pacific Rim AU:: Drive Compatible - askbonesmccoy (i have no clue what happened in this one, because i just can't and i tried, but can't get my muse back to get one simple reply done, i dont even. idk i'm completely out of it)

umm...so yeah, if you could tell me i'd appreciate it, otherwise i'll drop them? idontwanttothomeh

[live-long-and-bite-me-blog]

That morning, he awoke early, the sun not even having begun its ascent into the sky. Turning, he pressed a kiss to his husband's temple, sneaking away back through the connecting hallway into his own set of rooms. Today was a very important day for Spock. All Jim wished was to get his business with the Enterprise done quickly enough to return for the coronation ceremony. Dressing in comfortable garb, Jim left the palace, quickly approaching his beloved airship. "What a sight for sore eyes..."

Wiggins and Dimsworth, the two dockworkers on duty that morning, were perched on a set of crates next to the Airship Enterprise, swilling their ale at six o’ clock in the morning and laughing like the too-early drunkards that they were. 

At the sound of footsteps on the wood they turned, and to their great delight, saw the Prince’s Consort standing there, dressed in commoner’s clothing like the commoner he was, looking up at his ship.

"Oi mate, wanna beer?" shouted Wiggins.

[live-long-and-bite-me-blog]

Target acquired

Mr and Mr Kirk sit across from Dr Chapel, their counsellor, prim and proper in their nearly matching suits. They bluff their way through another session, neither of them willing to admit their marriage starting to lose its spark. Chapel asks them where they met, and the two agree that it had been on Rigel IV, hiding from phaser fire amidst the strip bars and brothels that promoted the Rigelian way of making love, not war.

Neither Spock Grayson (or so he called himself) or James Kirk are aware that the other is the top assassin for their respective firms. James Kirk works for a firm called Starfleet, Spock for one called the Vulcan Science Academy. Both are good at what they do; Spock kills with a manoeuvre that many have called the Vulcan Death Grip, and Jim kills through a combination of bluffing and extremely good aim (and luck). 

Now, unbeknownst to the other, they have both been assigned to take down Nero, a rogue Romulan who posed a danger to both Earth and Vulcan.

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[live-long-and-bite-me-blog]

"Spoooocckkkkk..."

The fact that Jim was in a female form (that transporter really needed fixing) did not startle him, since the bond that connected them still was there (and he’d recognise the way Jim drawled his voice anywhere). What startled him was that… Jim in female form was astoundingly beautiful.

He really shouldn’t have doubted such a thing, but it still shocked him nonetheless.

[live-long-and-bite-me-blog]

I'm not actually an nsfw blog I just happen to smut a lot with one partner: the memoir of my rp experience

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[Bruises Meme] Jim sees the bruises on her hips, and the marks on her neck. He doesn't say anything, just grins widely.

Spock sat up, surveying the signs of the night before as mapped out on her skin, and looked at Jim with a quirked eyebrow.

"Should we attempt another round before I ask Mr Scott if the transporter has been fixed?" she enquired, already clambering on top of Jim.