#fasciinating

[endeavvor]

s u n l i g h t. It was a thing taken for granted of those who spent the majority of their lives in space. Not the artificial UV their bodies thrived off of - or perhaps even tricked their cells into evolving out of the need for. But genuine, and true, light. It heated Kirk's skin, where he'd settled back on a bench, sliver of abdomen exposed where his shirt rose. It was as if all of his energy had been zapped by the warmth. He was happy.

That is - until a figure approached and cast a long shadow across him. He could tell by the precise staccato of steps exactly who looms over him now. Not that he opens his eyes to look.

"It's called learning by osmosis, Spock. You of all people should be familiar."

@fasciinating

#fasciinating #r : help me not be #that's not how any of this works - sir

[voicestm]

@fasciinating { Shit's about to get real }

There was purpose in her visit, a sacred duty she had been entrusted with by the reverend mother. One she could not commit herself to carrying out. She liked the one she came to test. Spock.. He was.. The most interesting person she had ever met. From their first orchestrated meeting to each encounter since she learned just a little more of him and never fails to be surprised by him.

She likes him.

To what purpose? What does it matter? So she liked him. She could hear the voice of the reverend mother as she slowly approached her. A surprise visit, a shadow in the night, sitting at the window that overlooks the small garden and pond just below. It's her third favorite spot on the planet. And there the older woman sat, as if she owned this house and the room within in. Rogue goes to her, kneeling at her feet. She has to answer for her inaction and by the time she leaves.. She realizes her time has run out. She couldn't make excuse any longer. There was.. No explaining herself, her reasonings and the strange swirling of emotions burning to life within her. If she took any longer.. If she attempted to explain why another night had passed and she hadn't given him the test.. There would be no stopping Bene Gesserit from sending another in her place. No matter she had been born for this.

Which was the most damnable, confusing piece of this all. This is what she had been bred and born for, why her childhood had been spent in horrendous classrooms and training rooms. Learning all she now knew. Why she had been tortured with poisons and starved from touch.. It was all leading her to this moment in her life. And she couldn't complete her one very simple goal. To give the prince a test that would prove if he was human or animal.

She knew in her heart the test would tell her nothing she didn't already know. To spend even a moment in his presence was all that was needed to see him.

Human, flawed, perfect.

He showed intelligence, thoughtfulness, understanding, compassion.. Though there was a storm of flames inside of him, rage at the world surrounding them but he held it so close to his chest.. She was sure few saw through the mask but she could glimpse it in the depths of his eyes.. She wondered more and more often what it would be like to see him lose control. Perhaps.. She'd witness it soon. She wants for him now on his bed, her hair veiled and her eyes kohled, but she dresses simply. More serving maid than lady. In her lap is a metal box, dark in color with an opening facing forward. It seems the light barely touches it. As if darkness seeping from within in. Does she look as ominous as she feels she must? Or would he see just the friend she had become or the women who had come to see if he could be the Kwisatz Haderach? Would he hear the knocking of her heart against her ribs? Know that though she sits there as a vessel of the Bene Gesserit, she was frightened. Fear he'd hate her, fear she'd lose him to the schemes of her sisterhood and the world at large.. Lose him because of her own actions and lack of control. "..Spock.." Her greeting is a whisper when finally he returns to his chambers, the sight of him a knife through her already breaking heart. "I've been waiting."

#fasciinating #- { Rogue } - #- { Interactions - Spock } - #- { Verses; Poisoned Touch; Dune AU } -

[galaeus]

@fasciinating [*]

The sand is different. Focusing on his native tongue helps her find a grip in her reality. She digs her nails into it, ripping her own conscious open so that she can move. Focus -- on him, on his voice, on his scent, just so she has a point to run to.

The Harkonnen army will close in on any moment, and she'll be damned if she dies by their blade.

(The Atreides family didn't deserve this. Not for their kindness.)

Taking his hand into hers, the woman stands on shaken legs and propels forward. To the open desert, to the unknown -- the rifle on her back jostles as they sprint away from the fires.

A rogue Harkonnen is sighted to her right. With her free hand, Echo propels the end of the rifle upwards. It loops around her back, falling to her front. Detaching from him for just a moment, she catches it in both hands and fires once.

Dead. A hole directly to the helmet.

"Keep going!" she shouts at him, rushing forward to find his hand in hers once more. "Duncan said there's a rock formation not far from base. Do you have any weapons?!"

#v; dune #closed starter #fasciinating

[traiilblazer]

Kirk wishes he had a swing-door so he could shoulder it open. Instead, an unsatisfying swish admits him to the fresher. He slams on the water and rips a washcloth out of the cabinet below, a door he does get to throw shut at least. "I think I outta remind Master Kestis who the captain of this vessel is." Kirk wets the cloth as violently as possible and then extends the cloth to Spock. "It seems to'ave crawled under that red hair of his that he's calling the shots." / @fasciinating

#fasciinating #verse: star wars #:D #on with the chaos

[lamentingwclf]

“ Are you making coffee again? ” It is not Spock’s preference, and in truth, he could smell it long before he asked. Still, hair damp and towel wrapped, he cannot deny the aroma lured him from the shower.

"Why yes, yes I -"

Bucky turns as he speaks, what started as happily having a mug of steaming hot coffee, and a dumb shimmy to further the point of said happiness, quickly died on his tongue. "Oh...oh." His eyes start at the tip of Spock's still wet hair - the only time it's truly pliable and standing up slightly as it dries - over the tips of his ears. There's the straight line of his jaw, and distinct curvature of his neck. Bucky swallows thickly as he watches a droplet of water race down a trimmed chest, to tapered waist just above where the towel is expertly knotted. He wants to trace the same track with the tip of his tongue and his pants become significantly tighter. It is not often Spock is so undone. So seemingly vulnerable. He's still wet, and has steam rising from him. Bucky - without a second thought - tosses the mug over his shoulder and is deaf to it shattering on the floor. It's just another casualty. "I mean, what? No. Coffee sucks. Who needs coffee?"

#fasciinating #s : ll you were the inevitability #mom says you have to stop bullying me

[goldshadows]

@lovehoned @fasciinating

#lovehoned #yeah. :) #always your idiot brother. / connections‚ harley and sophia. / with lovehoned. #fasciinating #spock jami tag tba.

[brooklynislandgirl]

@fasciinating {{from: xx}}

Spaced.

Utterly and truly spaced.That's what she is and to make matters worse, there is no part of her that could bring herself to lie to him. Not simply because he is a senior officer, but…she can't really explain it. Something about Commander Spock raises the small hairs at the back of her neck. If she dared to speak a falsehood, he would know. He would be able to see it in her eyes. Read it on her lips. Know it and pluck it right out of her soul. But mercifully he does not seem inclined to pursue the matter beyond metaphorically waving away her apology and with that graciousness the tension she was holding in her shoulders, in her back, seems to drain away. Gives a little room for something different, a bashful amusement. "Well, Sir, I have heard rumours that you're incapable of illness." Well, that's one of the ones she's heard. She'd never repeat some of the wildly more popular ones. "Oh. Of course." She shouldn't have presumed ~anticipated, if a kinder word for it was sought~ his purpose or desire. She nods when he tells her it is an ordinary thing, nothing that would require intervention of greater magnitude and she tilts her head. Curiosity knits her brows loosely, and thins the fullness of her lips though she doesn't interupt again. A quick glance from head to toe shows nothing to be concerned about in an immediate sense. She also doesn't detect the nearly imperceptibly faint traces of blood or infection, broken skin that might be hiding under his immaculate uniform. Another thing she wouldn't dream of saying aloud. What she sees is a person. Exhausted beyond words but perhaps too used to it, one to whom duty trumps any personal concern. She sees shadows of older agony beneath fresh-concealed pain. Like snow, and how it looks blue when there is ice beneath it. She sees a mask so carefully constructed that perhaps he, himself, has forgotten what he might be beneath it. Or. She could be projecting. But she's always been sensitive to things like that. That is a Beth thing, and while in the med-bay, she is only Nurse Riley. She nods at his request. She pulls up his file in a flurry of delicate touches, and only scans through it briefly for what is needed. She has not been invited into his confidences and it would be arrogant beyond belief on her part to presume that she could be privy to all the secrets his file holds. She would also be lying through her sharp little teeth if she wasn't curious about the exact differences between a full human, a full Vulcan, and himself. Once she has the required dosage, she addresses the Commander once more, now a soft but nurturing tone to her voice and a far more pleasant beside manner in place. "If you'd be so kind, Sir, to have a seat?" She couldn't reach his neck without straining, and finding something to climb on and meet him eye to eye would lack an incredible dignity. "I'm sure you're well aware of all the warnings that come with this dose but I can't help think that maybe you should talk to Doctor McCoy about the steady increase of the kelaromol you've been taking. Or, if that doesn't suit your needs, there are other things that might help with its efficacy. If I might be so bold, that is."

#fasciinating #tbd|Commander Spock #tbd|Spock and Beth #tbd|Star Trek au {Kelvin Timeline}

[fyrewalks]

how much longer do i have you here? // @fasciinating

Jim puts down the instrument he was fiddling with. Spock's arched eyebrow suggests he's expected a prompt answer. He sets it down and slides it slowly back into place. His disturbance has not gone unnoticed, even with a few adjustments, it's clear Jim has marred the neat order of Spock's lab.

"Physically or mentally here," Jim fires back. He doesn't bother with appearing apologetic. Spock's explanation had been thorough. The details were appreciated, but unnecessary. Big thing goes boom. How much more complicated could it be?

#fasciinating #ft. jim kirk

[positivelybeastly]

Warning: Warp Core Breach A Lot Sooner Than You Think

Continued from [x]

@fasciinating

"Lead? Oh, I think you're rather mistaken, my good man." He had underestimated just how badly life support had been damaged if it had already started to affect a human/Vulcan hybrid presumably used to Vulcan's thin air so severely. Hank had lungs the sizes of balloons, a cardiopulmonary system so well developed he could win any Olympic event - Spock was struggling to stand, even if he was doing his best not to show it.

Then again, explosive decompression of the outer hull and most of the interior atmosphere did tend to have that effect.

"Lead implies I believe you to be of sound enough body and mind to traverse the hallways of a collapsing space vessel on yon shaky ambulatory limbs - but I do not, in fact, believe this to be the case." With an agility that belies his hulking blue form, Hank all but hoists Spock up onto his back, securing him with an articulated rescue harness.

"Therefore, your recommended mode of travel is the Beast Express. If you wouldn't awfully mind keeping all hands and legs inside the vehicle, your rescue will proceed apace!"

The instant he was certain the Ambassador's son was secure, Hank began to move through the ship like a propulsive ping pong ball, bouncing from wall to bulkhead to ceiling to railing like the vessel was a jungle gym. For him, by and large, it was.

Though, depending on Spock's constitution, he might have some complaints.

"Blast - we're coming up on engineering sub-deck C. Junction thirty four alpha is out, we're going to have to re-route." Coming to a momentary stop, Hank fiddled with his handheld scanner, attempting to map out an alternate path around a rather comprehensive blockage. Half the damned deck had blown out.

"Suggestions? This is your vessel, I'd hate to steal your thunder."

#fasciinating #To save our dashes from extra long posts. <3 #TIME TO SCIENCE OUR WAY OUT OF THIS.

[endeavvor]

His steps echo around him as he makes his way through the house he's come to call home. At one time, he'd have run the tips of his fingers across the stone, cool despite the afternoon heat, just to convince himself it was real. It didn't matter if he'd been part of the S'Scn T'Gai household for the better part of a decade, welcomed as a son in the way only a Vulcan knew how. There were times he'd close his eyes and get lost in the memories of the cruelties that had been wrecked upon him by the Harkonnens, the worse being the loss of his brother. It left him being driven by a desperate need to prove himself, his skill, his worth.

Sarek knew this intimately. Had pushed him. Trusted him. Now was gifting him with a task.

Each staccato made worse by the tread of the boots he's wearing, but they were necessary for the meeting he'd been called in to - as are the fatigues he's donned. They are not his preference for sparring, but he is late, and the loose linen will have to do in a pinch.

Spock is there when he arrives, ever punctual, with hands cupped and at the small of his back as he looks out the window. Kirk is content to watch him for a moment, a slight tilt to his head as if in deep contemplation. And in a way, he is: is he ready to for this? Moreover, does he have a choice? He also wonders if the other was aware of his orders, either suspiciously absent from or purposefully left out of the briefing he'd come from.

It matters not, and the gaze is dropped by the time the Vulcan turns. It is dropped, and Kirk is turning, biting the inside of his cheek as he turns towards the display of weapons spanned out over the table. When he does look up, when he does meet Spock's eye, his face is a mask.

"What are you thinking today?"

@fasciinating

#fasciinating #v. will turn to noble ambition | dune au #it is time - i suppose

[respondedinkind]

@fasciinating cont. [x]

Where the scent of copper and Vulcan blood clings to Spock's fists, Khan's own version - slightly tangy and sharp- coats the tip of his tongue as well as the inside of his nostrils; He idly licks his lips, brings a fist up to his features, rubbing the skin of it along the underside of his nose.

His attention, however, is not focused on himself - it's focused on what's surrounding them, which almost feels surreal to a certain extend. The water in front of them could very well be a mirror, and Khan is equally as fascinated by it's existence as his unusual companion is.

It's dark, but the moon shines bright enough to allow Khan's enhanced eyesight to pick up on the light - which does not help much, all things considered, as there's not much else besides... said water. Grass. A plane distance of high contrast and little detail, making him squint briefly before a set of teeth bite down onto his own bottom lip.

What does he remember?

Spock's voice almost sounds loud in contrast to the deafening silence, yet there's hesitation within the tone of those syllables - a sentiment that Khan can actually relate to, because he realizes that his mind does not come up with a lot of helpful memories.

It frightens him; An emotion he doesn't want to admit exists. His heart inside his chest beats faster than normal, and he takes a few deep breaths to calm it back down. At least the air surrounding them is breathable - it's nice, actually. Fresh and crisp, laced with much-needed oxygen.

"... Not much."

Blinking, he swallows - tasting his own blood - before he himself crouches and reaches out for the water, even going as far as touching it, where the Vulcan had hesitated before. It feels cool against his fingertips; He carefully slides his fingerpads along the surface, watching the liquid ripple before it morphs back into its eeringly still, mirror-like existence.

Strange.

"---I remember the feeling of a fist - your fist, I assume - against my teeth. But besides that---" A fight that came to an abrupt end, with two opponents facing the same challenge, all of a sudden.

Khan stops. It makes him feel vulnerable to admit he's out of control. He hates it, so much so that he stands abruptly and lets his gaze trail along the vast darkness surrounding them once more.

"How about you?"

What is going on?!

#fasciinating #Verse -> Main #(I have absolutely no idea what is going on but I am McLovin it.) #(where are they? How did they get there?) #(I am endlessly fascinated by this and want to explore this further omg.)

[galaeus]

whenever i come back to this blog i can always count on @fasciinating to throw some hoematoes at me so i can look like this

#ooc #shitpost #fasciinating #my ride or die right there always down to f-- #--ind a great plot and not be thirsty at all #not at all #nope

[impercre]

"survival is the ability to swim in strange water." for duke leto.

Dune Starters | always accepting

The Duke smiled thinly as he looked the stranger over. "And what waters have I found myself in that I must now worry about surviving?" He asked making not of the knife strapped to his thigh, the personal shield not yet activated on his belt all means of defending himself. If he had too.

#fasciinating #a hawk among lesser birds {duke leto atreides}

[prettytm]

@fasciinating you knew this was coming

The sand.. The rarity of water.. The very strangeness of the world they've found themselves.. His overeager prince.. He watches him from his usual position, at his back and slightly to the left, his shield humming with life and his hand itching for an excuse to feel the heaviness of his weapon. He feels the weight of this new planet on his shoulders, pulling him down, as if the very sand dunes themselves were daring him to drown in their depths. Inviting him in a language he didn't know or understand yet to drink the poisoned water and eat the sweetest fruit of death. And he'd be lying if he said there wasn't temptation in it all. The allure of the sand, the very wilderness of the planet.. There was something about it and he understood why his prince was captivated by this new world. Yet there were still danger, it nipped at their heels with every step they took and Billy's one purpose in life was to keep watch over him and lay down his life to keep him safe if it was called for. He was worried though that the one danger he couldn't protect him from was himself.. They were alone, hidden away in the tallest tower of the main building the palace was composed of, no prying eyes and no hidden listening devices. He felt more at ease, able to once peek around them twice before he moves to stand at his side, fingertips seeking his prince's own. the touch continues until the reaches the slenderness of his wrist and presses against the beat of his pulse. "If you get lost.. Even in your thoughts.. Don't forget to take me with you."

#fasciinating #>.> I swear i named this verse #i'll find it later #here #have my shitty words

[traiilblazer]

“Hey, Spock. C’mere.” He pats the seat beside him. “Take a load off.” He’s got one boot on the table, one on the floor, and both legs spread as he continues polishing the barrel of his favorite blaster with a microfiber cloth. “Question for ya. No offense. Aren’t you a little old to be a padawan? That is what Kestis called you, right.” @fasciinating​

#fasciinating #verse: star wars #sorry you guys had to hunt me down #and also that i screwed up ur ship so bad you needed mine

[wemultitudinous]

@fasciinating // pavel & spock

the door is sparking, abrupt and angry staccato bursts of plasma and electricity from cracked tubes and torn wiring. there's a pained whirring sound, almost like an injured beast with its leg in a trap, whining. the metal is buckled inwards towards them, like on the other side, the fist of some vengeful god had tried to stave it in. pavel swallows nervously, and glances over at commander spock.

"i may be able to get it open," he says, and his hand cuts a gesture in the air. "however. are you sure that we wish to get it open?"

#fasciinating #&. pavel #&. pavel//threads #hey i bet you've missed this #flings a no-context no-thought starter right @ ur face #catch loser