#urbanspaceman

[roselightfairy]

While we wait for our latest story to be ready to (hopefully) break your hearts, and continue to slowly torment you with our infuriating monster-beast, @urbanspaceman and I have prepared another story practically guaranteed to make you go "...HUH." 

It is: very weird, reasonably long, and theoretically designed to appeal to the baser, more self-indulgent impulses. 

...did I mention the weird? 

Coming pretty soon, so stay tuned!

[phantombrushy]

Oof what a big file

Commission for @urbanspaceman for her fic ‘Shall the Sun Lose Her Shining’ on Ao3! It’s so very well written (like all of her works) with such an intriguing plot; go give it a read if you’re interested!

also did you know there’s no concept art for thor’s eyepatch or a clear photo of it? i found that out and i’m offended

[spockfacts]

urbanspaceman replied to your post “urbanspaceman replied to your post “i always read your blog title in...”

Awesome. I'll adopt this narrator's voice forthwith and apply it to your blog. It's awesome. X-D

Honestly, it is hereby the official voice for this blog

[adenil-umano]

@urbanspaceman replied to your post:

HUGS HUGS HUGS

thanks for the hugs love <3 I’m making brownies now so hopefully that will make me feel better

[reticentvampyr]

What is the oddest place/circumstance in which Spock has had sex and who was/were his partner(s)?

hoooooomygod OH MY GOD

listen

spock has had sex IN THE FUCKING TRANSPORTER BAY

like, it wasn’t an official mission or anything; they were about to be on shore leave and the rest of the crew had already beamed down but the core crew stayed behind til everyone left because they’re #dedicated

and he and jim are being super flirty since they’re essentially on the ship alone, and suddenly they’re like, making out and shit because why the fuck not

and so they kind of stumble to the transporter room and the coordinates are pre-programmed for everyone and let me tell you

they are in the MIDDLE. OF. DOING IT when they beam down, like, standing but like managing to get into a position that works

(luckily it’s just bones and uhura who were the last to beam down before them and they just kind of roll their eyes while spock retreats to spend at least 4 hours pretending it never happened and jim just kind of swaggers about knowing he’s had sex while he was being reduced to literal tiny particles)

ask me ANYTHING while i’m drunk

[amahhi]

urbanspaceman

  Me trying to figure out how to “demonstrate” that...

My experience with academics and academic-ish writing areas indicates they believe writing any form of fiction is a black mark against you. I would not mention it at all.

Oh not to worry, I wasn’t going to. But like...how do you prove you’re a meticulous researcher other than the fact that: HEY! I JUST SPENT THE LAST 8 MONTHS OF MY LIFE RESEARCHING THIS ONE THING AND WRITING 100 PAGES ABOUT IT when one of the pre-requisites for the job is to have an MA in the thing?

[scarletjedi]

urbanspaceman replied to your post: i just figured out how to add break lines in html...

that didn’t reproduce correctly. Ampersand n b s p semicolon is the correct code.

good to know! I only know that <hr> worked for me in AO3

[bewareofchris]

Spock is receiving gifts from a secret admirer. Are they from who he thinks, or are they from someone else who's trying to make him think it's from a specific person who isn't actually sending them?

There was no empirical test that could prove, within an acceptable margin of error, who had been leaving the gifts for Spock.  While he could have easily accessed the security footage of the ship to find the person(s) responsible, such an action would violate Starfleet procedures.  (Never the less, Spock had scoured Starfleet regulations to see if he could make a minor complaint against the person(s) that had left him gifts and found that there was no basis for such a complaint.)  

“I think its sweet,” Nyota said (again).  While she was a key witness; she had refused to name the perpetrator.  Instead, she had spent much of her time smiling at him in a gracious but amused way while throughout their shift on the bridge.  

“You are entitled to your opinion.”  

“So, who do you think is leaving them?”  She picked up a geode (one that he had not yet found the time to break open and examine), and then what he had wrongly assumed was a piece of garbage.  It was rusted in one corner and dented in the other three, but when he opened it up, he found that it was (in fact) a primitive piece of technology.  Spock had considered repairing it and had decided that tampering with the original state of the gifts would make it impossible to guess at the intention of the giver.  “Weren’t there fruits?”

“Yes,” Spock said.  “They would have spoiled.”  Which was why he had eaten them after cataloging them.  

Nyota smiled (again), and leaned back into her seat.  “I assume you have suspects?”

“I have narrowed the options down to a likely few.”

“Two,” Nyota corrected.  She looked at the offerings again, picked up a silver ring with a variety of odd tools on it (the purpose of which he had not yet divined).  “Bottle openers,” she told him.  “This seems like something Kirk would give you.”

Spock had considered Jim, primarily because a greater portion of the junk that had been left for him seemed to be what the Captain lovingly referred to as ‘junk’.  With the exception of the rare fruits, the precious geode, a few interesting crystals and a succulent-like plant that was very similar to one that had grown on Vulcan, all of the items seemed like things Jim would consider treasures.  “Yes,” he said.

“But,” Nyota said.  She rifled through the things and found the little wooden whistle that had been carved to look something like a rocky formation.  He’d recognized it as one of the often used photographs from Vulcan.  While he had not seen that particular skyline in person, he had seen it many times in publications.  “There’s a certain country charm to this.”

“I do not believe Jim has the temperament to craft an item that would take the time and attention to detail that this one appears to have,” Spock said.  “However, he could have commissioned the work.”

Nyota nodded.  “Yes, I guess he could have.  Do you think he would have done it?”

“Jim?”

“No,” she was smiling again.  “Do you think Dr. McCoy would have carved this,” she held it up, “if Jim asked him to?  And then not keep a straight face when you found it?”

Spock had not considered that option.  While he’d been making comparison and drawing conclusions based on the gifts himself, he had not considered who had been in attendance when he found the items or how they had reacted.  “You believe it is the doctor?”

Nyota shrugged.  “I don’t believe Jim’s capable of this level of–romance.”

Spock would have defended Jim; if there were any possible defense on that subject.  

–

Bones wasn’t waiting for Spock; it just happened that he was in sickbay (where he was supposed to be), with his feet on a desk and his chair tipped back.  He was halfway to falling asleep on a blessedly slow day with no greater aspirations than having a sinfully unhealthy double serving of fried chicken for dinner.  His halfway dreams were full of fixin’s.  

He wasn’t waiting for Spock.  (Because if he were, a man might have gotten discouraged sixteen weeks into a covert operation that everyone else on the entire Enterprise had already figured out and commented on.)  

Even Scotty had taken the time to show up and wink at him.

“Excuse me, doctor,” was Spock at the end of his desk, looking very prim and proper and not at all like he had come to a conclusion on the identity of his secret admirer.  

“Yes, Spock?”

“Hypothetically,” Spock said, “if the Captain were to ask you to carve a whistle styled to look like a Vulcan skyline would you do so?”

Bones dropped his feet to the floor but didn’t stand up.  He was looking up at Spock with his eyebrows drawn in serious thought and the Vulcan was just staring at him.  It was nice, having the upper hand for that brief moment.  “I might,” he said.

Spock did not like that answer.  It stalled him out along the line of questioning he prepared.  (And that was nice too, it was good for Spock to get stumped by simple human things.)  “Leonard,” was a new approach, “what did you intend to happen when you were discovered?”

Bones shrugged.  

Spock looked like he was going to strangle him; but he just shifted on his feet instead.  “Are you the person who has been leaving me gifts?”

“Yes,” Bones said.

“Did you purposefully choose some of them in attempt to make it seem equally likely the Captain was responsible?”

“Yes,” Bones said.

“To what end?”

“To see if you could figure it out,” Bones said.  He stood up then and clapped his hand against Spock’s arm (very firm, very nice) and smiled at him.  “For a smart man, sometimes you miss things some very obvious things.”  And he paused there, only long enough for Spock to get through being insulted.

“You could have stated your intentions,” Spock said.

“I’m old fashioned,” Bones countered.

Spock was frowning at him with his eyebrows, and that was good–it was a good look for his face.  Bones had a breath worth of time to really appreciate it and then Spock was kissing him.  

(And that was nice too.)