#to boldly write

[miss-multifandom-mess]

Hhhhhhh, I have so many unfinished works, but...

I can't help but come up with more fanfic ideas because of my music playlist (which I have on shuffle), and because at night I come up with ideas so i could sleep, but then it's still tyere in the morning and I don't know what else to do but write it all down.

Plus I get too distracted reading fanfic too sooo there's that.

[boldly-kirk]

12, 14, or 20? love u!! <3

(send me a pairing... ficlet writing prompt)

No. 20 — Sickbay

Concerned for Kirk’s health, Spock tracks him down and listens to a conversation he wasn’t meant to hear.

It had been exactly three days since Spock last saw Jim outside of their usual duties. Standard bridge conversations and missions aside, every time Spock would usually find himself being asked to accompany Jim to lunch, dinner, chess, or any other thing he found interesting, Jim wasn’t there. This unusual behavior hadn’t concerned Spock initially. Maybe he was busy, off on his own little project that he wanted to keep to himself until it was finished—until he could tell everyone about its success. Perhaps he just wanted some time alone. Jim always struck Spock as someone who was an extrovert, who became more relaxed around others, but there was always the possibility that Spock had been wrong all along. It wouldn't be the first time Jim surprised him. On the third day it became concerning.

Spock ate his lunch where he often did. Where he was often across from Jim. But the spot was left vacant as Uhura and Sulu joined Spock.

“So, what’s on your mind?” Sulu smiled at him, a glint in his eye, as if he already knew what was bothering him. Though Spock considered himself unreadable, given how close he was to Jim, and how obviously Jim had been avoiding everyone as far as he could tell, Spock felt that nearly every senior officer knew what was wrong.

“Don’t bother him,” Uhura pointed her spoon at the helmsman, “Spock, you don’t have to answer that.”

Spock cleared his throat. “I think it is clear what is ‘on my mind.’ Our captain has stopped engaging in his usual off-duty leisures. This problem is of no real importance, though if his unusual behavior continues…” Spock furrowed his brows in thought, “I will look into it further.” Uhura pat Spock’s arm gently—a whisper of a touch, it was gone as quickly as it came.

“Spock, I’m sure he’s alright. You know, I actually just saw him in the hallway.”

“Where was he going?”

“Sickbay, I think.”

Despite his usual control, despite how he tried not to let the dread show, Spock’s composure stiffened at the news. Jim was always so optimistic, always so enthusiastic. If he was ill and didn't want his crewmates to know—if he wanted them to continue on as if he was fine and alright just to keep their morale up—he would hide it as best as he could.

“Spock?” Sulu watched Spock as he got up from the table, pushing a half-eaten soup from himself. “Where are you going?”

“Sickbay.”

The trip down the hall was nerve-wracking, and despite how illogical it was, Spock became worried about the worst scenarios. A new strain of disease from their last mission, an infected wound from their last confrontation with Earth’s past, or something worse than all of that. The whoosh of pressurised air from the sickbay doors greeted him before Chapel had the chance to.

“Mr. Spock! What a surprise to see you.”

“Where is Captain Kirk?”

“He’s with M’benga near the biobeds,” Chapel sounded unconcerned, controlled as ever. Meanwhile Spock felt like his emotions were falling out of his chest and onto the sickbay floor around him. A swirl of feelings best kept at bay but were now at the forefront of his mind. “The Captain wanted privacy though, so I wouldn’t suggest going in there. When I asked about it, he said his visit shouldn’t concern anyone.”

“If the Captain’s health is in question, it concerns me.” Spock took a moment to breathe, compose himself, as he waited by the doors. Kirk was loud enough to hear through them.

“M’benga. You studied on Vulcan! I would think out of everyone on this ship, you would be the man to ask.”

“Captain, I genuinely don’t know what to tell you,” M’benga’s laugh was quiet, but Spock could hear it clear enough, “I don’t remember if proposal rings were a ‘thing’ in Vulcan culture. Why can’t you just ask him yourself?”

“I want this to be a surprise, doctor.”

Spock didn’t notice that Chapel had approached him until she was rather close, “Are you alright, Mr. Spock?”

“Perfectly fine, nurse,” Spock’s voice was low, but he was sure even if he was loud Jim wouldn’t have heard him over his own conversation with M’benga. “I think I may have listened to something I was not meant to hear.”

[boldly-kirk]

how ?? do you name a vulcan star ship??? i just want to write my fanfic but i’m so stuck on this one tiny, stupid detail and ughhhhhh

[boldly-kirk]

as glad as i am for tumblr and instagram being different (on tumblr you can queue posts, filter tags, etc.) i wish that tumblr had a polling system?

bc i wanna like ....know what kind of fanfic people would read? i feel in the mood to write something and i’m in-between a fic about jo mccoy or some spirk hurt/comfort (mostly comfort) stuff ?

but i can’t put a poll up for that bc tumblr doesn’t have that option >:{

[boldly-kirk]

writing a scene with tridimensional chess in it without knowing how to actually play the game is like: um. okay um. so, i know that there are pawns in the game. i will mention the chess pieces once and then give a vague summary of how the actual match played out. that’s fine

[boldly-kirk]

if there’s one thing i’m taking away from the spock’s brain episode of TOS it’s that nothing is too ridiculous to write about

i wish i was joking but this clownery is making me realize “hey maybe my plots aren’t so bad”

[boldly-kirk]

thinking of,,, vampire au ,, with spock bein a vampire n stuff,,,, i have no other details in my head other than that i think vampires are hot n spock deserves to be one in an au

[boldly-kirk]

trying to write star trek fic is like: i made my planet too much like this other planet that already exists in canon, now I look unoriginal !!!! i made my planet based off of like two attributes and i didn’t even consider what kind of crops they have down there i am a monster and a disgrace to my family ,,, i made my planet’s inhabitants too one-dimensional, i’m an illiterate buffoon.... just take the pen away i should not be writing

meanwhile, star trek canon: so this planet is just earth but if it was just one big territory war in a 1920’s mob-infested chicago